A New World
10: Most Likely to Suck Seed
After her return to the Training Center, the slave's life returned to relative normality.
Although her name was still changed regularly - from radish to dildo, stupid, baldy, clit,
ass fuck, juicy and finally stinky - but for the ease of reading the story, she will revert to
her original slave name, "toe."
Toe and the rest of the farm shipment were found to be in need of retraining upon their
return, and so were remanded back to the dank slave quarters, there to be kept in small
cages, unbathed except for their morning wake-up with the fire hose. Put back on labor
details, there was little time for either rest or schooling for the next month, as the slaves
relearned their true place in society by shining boots, cleaning toilets, scrubbing floors
and, tongue-bathing each other after use, Toe continued to excel in her duties, moving
on to the next phase of her training a full two weeks before expected.
It was now necessary for toe to be able to concentrate on what she was being taught,
and to this end, she was moved into a relatively comfortable dorm with 23 other girls.
Well-ventilated, with a climate control system that maintained a comfortable
environment, each girl also had her own straw mattress and a blanket to help ensure a
good night's sleep. This was important, as they seldom had as much as six hours per
day for this purpose. Fatigue was still a constant companion, as was hunger. Although
privileged to reside in a comfortable dorm, the food was the same bland gruel as
before, always cold and always too little to stave off hunger completely.
The lack of what most would consider a proper diet - although it was nutritious and
chemically balanced, with sufficient calories - was exacerbated by the fact that the
emphasis of toe's education at that point was on the culinary arts. She spent hours
upon hours slaving over hot stoves and ovens, learning how to prepare simple
foods and sumptuous delicacies ranging from oatmeal to souffles, basic breads to
exquisite pastries, fried hamburgers to roast of prime rib - without ever being given the
opportunity to taste a single one of her creations. Her belly rumbled, often cramping in
pain, as she served the foods she so carefully cooked, hoping each serving was
acceptable, thereby forgoing the standard punishment of a missed meal.
While these cooking sessions were torture for toe, they were by no means the worst of
her classes. By far, that recognition was reserved for what was officially called "Kegel
Class." Designed to tighten the slaves' cunt muscles, it was an exercise in both futility
and agony. Each day for an hour, the slaves would spent their time squatting over
bottle-shaped containers of various sizes and weights, each with a bottom made of a
hard edible membrane as fragile as Christmas ornaments. The slightest tap would
cause them to shatter. The goal was to squat over the container, clench the bottle neck
with the vaginal muscles, and stand upright without allowing it to drop. To make it more
difficult, the weight of the bottles increased as the period went on; the feat was made
almost impossible after the first half hour, during which time each slave's cunt had
juiced up to the point that any container would almost certainly slip before she had a
chance to stand.
Simply shattering the bottle wasn't the worst of it, however, for each container was filled
with any of a variety of substances - urine, hot sauce, soured milk, sometimes even
used douche or enema water. On rare occasions, a slave might find herself with a
puddle of semen, but regardless what the substance was, she was expected to lick
every drop up. Some of the slaves would break as many as six bottles in a single
session; toe's record was four, and twice she made it through the entire hour without
one dropping, though her legs were trembling from the exertion.
Other classes were also mandatory, including the dreaded two hours a day in the gym.
Although toe's muscle tone was fine, her Owner indicated he wanted superb leg
strength and cardiovascular endurance, so she spent most of her time on the treadmill,
bicycle and leg machines. Each machine provided its own sadistic torture. When on
the treadmill, clips were attached to toe's nipple rings; if she failed to keep up with the
machine's pre-set speed or if it registered a stumble or fault of any sort, a painful jolt of
electricity would course through her. The leg machines provided a different torture;
when at rest, a large dildo covered with metal bumps was fully imbedded in her cunt. As
she flexed her muscles and raised the weight stack, the dildo would be extracted.
When she lowered the weight stack, it would again penetrate her. Painful in itself, a
pause of greater than two seconds between repetitions would cause a capacitor to
discharge, inflicting excruciating pain to her most sensitive flesh and nearly always
eliciting a blood-curdling scream from the victim.
But toe still hated the stationary bicycle, with it's twin vibrating phalli, most of all. With
the required speed and difficulty changing constantly, it was impossible to avoid the
painful pleasure of an unauthorized orgasm. Whenever she was able to maintain the
required speed, the devices simply hummed quietly inside her, barely noticeable. Go
even a mile an hour above or below the pace, and they began to shake like an out-of-
balance washing machine, eventually fucking in and out as the sensors imbedded in
the seat sensed moisture from her always-leaking cunt. As usual, the problem was
made more acute due to the fact that there was no indication what speed the victim was
going, nor what speed was expected. The difficulty and required pace simply changed
at random, and many times toe found herself pedaling harder and harder in an attempt
to alleviate the orgasm-inducing vibrations, when in fact she really needed to slow down
to stop them. Invariably, she had at least one unauthorized orgasm, which was duly
noted and later punished.
Four nights each week, after dinner, toe was permitted to shower and make herself
sexually appealing - not that she already wasn't, but it's amazing what a little makeup
and the proper alluring clothing can do. Those nights, she was made available to any
member of the public with a few dollars and the desire to drive several hours for an
exquisite piece of ass, all of whom expected exactly that - an exquisite fuck at a bargain
price.
Toe did her best to please her nightly Users, often but no always succeeding. Inwardly,
she suspected most of those who claimed to not be pleased with her were simply lying;
she was always obediently submissive and cheerful, performing whatever task and
accepting whatever debasement was demanded of her. Unlike before, at the farm
where she was simply a hole to be used, now more was required of her. She was
expected to be the perfect sex toy, to give absolute pleasure along with total obedience.
It didn't matter whether a man wanted a quick blow job, an ass fuck or a tongue bath,
she did whatever was demanded without hesitation, always trying to prolong her User's
pleasure and provide him with the finest orgasmic experience this side of heaven. She
was, in short, the perfect sex slave.
Then, one morning right after breakfast, she was given news that shattered her nearly
as much as the judge's sentence. Among the other slaves, it had been noticed, she'd
been perceived as haughty and above their station. Although she was owned property
just as they, she was found to be looking down on them as not as good; she was
displaying signs of pride. When questioned, she freely admitted her wrongdoing; she
was unable to lie to her Masters, even when her very life was at stake.
As punishment, the Hearing Board decided, she would be leased to a pimp, who would
use her as a simple whore for an unspecified time of at least a month. After thirty days,
she would be brought back for reevaluation, and if she seemed sincere enough, she
would resume training. Resigned to the sentence imposed by her betters, she sobbed
quietly as her pimp led her by the leash, once again crawling - her privilege of walking
upright had been revoked - to his waiting car. He hadn't even driven off the campus
before he pulled over and demanded a sample of what he'd just purchased.
"Leave it there," he said after pulling out of her cunt and spewing his cum on her belly.
"I like the look. Cum and cunt slime is what it is. Yes...that's your new name...cunt
slime." And so it was.
The next ten days were a blur for cunt slime. She was locked in a tiny room with no
ventilation at all, the only furniture being an old, creaky spring frame bed. At least the
mattress was thick and comfortable, she thought, if a bit saggy. There was a stack of
clean sheets in the corner, and a stack of towels next to them. For three entire days
she remained chained to that bed, not permitted to bathe or even given an opportunity
to pee. She often wet herself, much to the displeasure of some customers and the
amusement of others. Her days were a succession of men climbing on top of her, or
kneeling behind her, or using her mouth, followed by a quick change of the sheets
before the next customer arrived. The towels were for the customers, not her, and both
her cunt and ass were soon a sloppy mess. In just three days, she was visited by 104
men, well above the 30 per day average her pimp expected. Other than the discomfort
of near constant use, her only regret was that she'd been so exquisitely trained in
providing sexual pleasure, but she wasn't being afforded the opportunity to exercise
those skills. Quite simply, she was nothing more than a convenient hole, a cum
receptacle, chained to a piss-stained mattress. Cunt slime would soon find out there
were worse things to be.
"Get cleaned up quick, bitch," the pimp told her. "Your real work is going to start
tonight, and you're costing me money. So far, you've been on vacation."
Cunt slime quickly understood what her pimp mean when she was returned to the
room. Her arms and legs were stretched out painfully, chained to the corners of the
bed. When the door opened, she craned her neck to see a line of men waiting to use
her. Each had been given a fifteen minute session during which they could do anything
they wanted short of permanent physical damage. Cunt slime simply moaned in
anticipated agony when the pimp told her he had three hundred men currently on her
schedule. Five days of constant abuse, four men every hour, around the clock.
Although already exhausted from her 72 hour marathon fuck, she was not permitted to
sleep. Falling asleep, or even failing to thrust her hips or moan at the appropriate time,
was enough to result in a slap across her face, a painful tug on one of her rings, or
having a pin stuck in a nipple, her cunt, or the inside of a thigh. During this entire time,
she remained stretched out, completely vulnerable and unable to do anything to fend
for herself. The only moisture or nourishment she received was when the men had her
clean their cocks off after fucking her, or when one would decide to relieve his bladder
in her mouth.
When toe was finally released from her bonds at the end of the ninth day, she was
completely beaten. Exhausted and barely able to roll over, she fell immediately asleep,
the filth she was laying in - semen, urine and her own shit - going unnoticed. Her
dreams were fitful, of being used and abused, of debasing herself before others, of
submitting to all manner of creature - farm and zoo animals, household pets, even
worms and snails. What remained of her psyche was being replaced with that of a true
slave, one who understood that even the dirt she wallowed in was better than she.
The pimp allowed her to remain unconscious for 14 hours, watching her muscles twitch
and her eyes show the end of R.E.M. state before waking her. After a cold bottle of
water which she quickly gulped down, she was led to the bathroom, where her pimp
quickly rinsed her filth-covered body with warm water before placing her in a deep, hot
bath. He allowed the dried-on remains of her marathon rape to soak before using a soft
sponge to carefully scrub her clean. After two such shower/bath sessions, interrupted
with a series of enemas and douches between, he was satisfied. Her body still showed
bruises and hand prints, but those could easily be covered with makeup. That would be
taken care of later, though. She needed to get ready for her next appointment.
"Put this on," her pimp ordered after drying her off. He shoved a red mini dress at her.
It barely covered her ass; not even that, since the bottom half of her cheeks were
clearly visible when she walked; and the plunging neckline did little to cover her breasts.
She knew the dress was designed to expose more than it covered, and to titillate and
excite those who saw her wearing it. She knew better than to ask where they were
going when the pimp snapped a leash to her nose ring. She sat in silence, hands
folded on her lap, while he drove. The droning of the engine and the sound of tires on
pavement lulled the still-exhausted slave to sleep. They continued to drive for hours,
during which cunt slime snored quietly, her body responding to its recent abuses the
best way it knew how. Finally the car stopped, and someone opened the door.
"Hello, Sheri...or should I say 'cunt slime.' Remember me?" a voice which seemed to
come from the deep recesses of her mind said.
The slave looked up to see a young teenager, about her own age, standing over her
with a huge grin on her face. It took a moment for the face to register in her
disoriented, sleep-filled mind.
"Kathy?" she asked in a slurred, drowsy voice. Her answer was rewarded with a cuff to
the side of her head.
"That's what you used to call me, but you're a slave and I'm not. You're called cunt
slime now, and what is my name to you?"
"Uh...Miss, this slave is to call you 'Miss.'"
"See, I always knew you were smart...for a stupid cunt, that is."
"Do you know what time of the year it is, cunt slime?" her former classmate asked.
"Uh...Miss, no, Miss," the slave replied, confused.
"Prom, you stupid twit. You remember prom, don't you? You told me you were going to
be prom princess, do you remember that? You said when you won the election as
prom princess, you were going to use me as your footstool. I guess that's not going to
happen, is it?"
The venom with which Kathy spat the words out brought back distant memories of their
constant competition as school girls. The two had never been friends; in fact, they'd
been about as close to being enemies as two classmates could. They were always
competing against each other. They fought over boyfriends twice, each coming out the
winner once; both boys soon found other toys, however, as neither girl was willing to put
out. Academically, they were always first and second in the class, the exact order
changing almost weekly. Kathy was head cheerleader, but Sheri beat her out for
student council. Kathy captained the volleyball team, and Sheri was the track standout
who received more local publicity. They were more than competitors, though, because
each took great pleasure whenever she beat the other at something. Perverse
pleasure, in fact. Only now, there was no competition. Sheri was no longer; in her
place was a nearly naked, trembling slave.
"Anyway, let me explain the real reason you were brought here. You know what prom
night is like, the boys getting all hot and randy, right? Well, a bunch of us girls decided
we didn't want to put out, so guess what? We rented YOU for that!" she squealed.
"You're going to be the one who gets to take care of any boy who gets too horny for his
girlfriend, or for that matter, any boy who simply wants to get his rocks off! Maybe
some of the girls, too! We've even given you a special award...we voted you "Most
likely to succeed!"
"Uh...Miss, this slave doesn't understand, Miss. Most likely to succeed?" cunt slime
asked, totally confused now.
"No, you stupid ...not succeed, most likely to suck seed. Two words. Suck seed. Get
it?" she laughed heartily. "The former Sheri Brown, now know as cunt slime, most likely
in the class to suck seed! But that's a given, isn't it? We've all seen pictures of you
sucking; see, they're right here in the yearbook!" She held the graduating class's
yearbook open and displayed the two-page spread to the horrified slave. It showed
what would have been her school portrait, followed by a collage of what she had
become; being led out on her knees to the cuntmobile, drinking piss in the men's
restroom, being fucked by Prince. "You're nothing but a slave now, so sucking seed is
just part of your life, just like getting those other two holes of yours filled with dick.
You're nothing just three holes waiting to be used by anyone who wants some quick
relief. I can't even believe I actually competed against you! You're just a slut and a
whore, destined to spend her life on her knees," the teenager said with disgust, taking
the opportunity to lay another backhand on the side of the slave's head. She leaned
down and whispered into the slave's ear, "And you'd better remember exactly what you
are. If there's a single complaint about you from anyone - anyone at all, for any reason
- I'll whip the flesh right off of those saggy, ringed tits of yours."
"Miss, yes, Miss," the slave replied, weeping softly.
"We need to get you made up, first, though. Come with me," she said, hooking a finger
through the naked girl's nose ring.
They were already at the hotel where the prom was going to be held, cunt slime
realized with a start. Kathy led her to her room, where she positioned the slave at a
small vanity. Cunt slime saw that several photos from her school days were taped to
the mirror.
"We decided the boys would prefer you looking as much like the old Sheri as possible,"
Kathy explained. "Of course, that won't be completely possible, since I don't recall
seeing you with your current jewelry," she said, flicking the nose ring with a finger,
allowing drop painfully against cunt slime's upper lip. "But I think we can manage. Just
sit there, don't move, and keep that stupid fuck hole you call a mouth shut," she
commanded.
The next 90 minutes were spent slowly applying makeup to cunt slime's body, primarily
her face, in an attempt to make her look as much like her old self as possible. It wasn't
all that easy, as she seldom used makeup in her former life, and her face now bore very
little resemblance to her appearance back then. The lack of food had given her
features an almost harsh, angled appearance; the fat was gone, replaced with
something more on the gaunt side. After a week of constant fucking, her eyes were
sunken and red from exhaustion. Her eyebrows were gone, too, but replacements were
painstakingly positioned and glued on. Finally, a brunette wig - almost, but not quite the
same shade as her hair had been - was placed on her recently shaved crown, held in
place with spirit gum. Cunt slime looked in the mirror and could recognize herself for
the first time in months. Her eyes welled up with tears as she recalled the carefree
days of her pampered life, when she could expect a full belly and a comfortable night's
sleep in a warm, soft bed. Now it was enough to simply be permitted a few hours sleep,
and maybe a scrap of food. Kathy smiled as she saw the slave stifle a sob.
"Don't you dare mess up that mascara, slave!" she spat, emphasizing the last word.
"Miss, yes, Miss," cunt slime answered dutifully.
"Now, let's get you dressed...or should I say undressed, she said, holding up a set of
plain leather restraints."
- Later that evening -
The prom was in full swing, the band playing and alcohol - which no longer had an age
restriction - flowing freely. Couples were dancing under the not-too-watchful eyes of the
teachers acting as chaperones; others were sitting against the darkly lit walls, necking
and otherwise making out. Finally, after completing their last number before a break,
the band stopped. The drummer let out a long, loud drum roll while Kathy came up to
the stage. She was chairman of the prom committee, and received a loud ovation.
"Thank you, thank you, all!" she said gaily. "I hope you're having a great time tonight!"
Another cheer sounded from the audience. "We do have a special treat for
you...something most unexpected." She waited while a hush fell over the room.
"I'm sure most of you remember Sheri Brown? She used to be a student here, but
unfortunately, got caught up in illegal activities."
"That stuck up bitch!" someone shouted out. Cunt slime thought she recognized the
voice of her former boyfriend.
"Well, I have it on the best sources that our former classmate is now simply another
hairless slave, currently called 'cunt slime.' What do you think of that?" she asked the
boy who had yelled.
"I think it suits her just fine, that slut. She was nothing but a cock-tease anyway! I
guess those days are over for her now, though!"
"Not only that, but I understand she's been whoring herself out for the past week,"
Kathy continued. "As luck would have it, we - the girls on the Prom Committee - found
her pimp and arranged to rent her for the weekend. Girls, you know how your
boyfriends are always bothering you to put out, especially after they go to all the trouble
and expense of a nice dinner and tickets to the prom? Well, now you don't have
to...just send her over to our very own rented slave whore! And, of course, if any of you
girls would like to get some relief, she's here for you as well. Ladies and gentlemen, I
present our former classmate, cunt slime!"
A spotlight suddenly shined on a previously dark corner of the room, next to the stage,
illuminating a small cage containing the cowering slave. Kathy went over and opened
the door, ordering the girl to crawl out and onto the center of the dance floor. Murmurs
filled the air as the assembled class stared at her. Kathy had her stand and turn slowly,
displaying her naked body to her former friends and classmates . Kathy had her spread
her legs and show everyone the moisture visible on her hairless, unprotected cunt lips.
Laughter erupted when those standing nearest heard the slave beg her Mistress to be
allowed to cum. Coupled with her near pre-slavery appearance, she was the epitome
of lust.
"How much?" one of the boys asked, reaching for his wallet.
"That's the best part, she's absolutely free," Kathy announced. "It's all included in the
ticket price. As many times as you want, any hole, as often as you want. She's ours
until Monday morning. And girls, I understand our former classmate has become quite
the cunt-lapper, too. I admit I haven't tried her out - yet - but feel free."
The one thing Kathy had failed to take into account was the need for some sort of
order, a way to ration the slave out. Several of the boys rushed at cunt slime, knocking
her to the floor. Others took a step or two, stopped by their angrily glowering girlfriends.
Someone found an old, stained mattress and threw it on the floor next to the slave's
cage. Chaining her collar to a nearby heating radiator, she became immediately
available for everyone.
What would have been the fond memory for a girl named Sheri, celebrating the end of
her junior year of high school, quickly became a horror of abuses for the slave called
cunt slime. Roughly thrown over her cage, she was subjected to repeated assaults on
her cunt and asshole, both of which were soon so filled that semen was pooling up on
the floor underneath her crotch. One of the girls she'd treated poorly in her previous life
noticed, and shoved her face into it, forcing her to lick it off the dirty floor. This didn't
stop the assaults, though, as she was now on her knees. The boys simply got on their
own knees behind her splayed thighs and continued to thrust inside her, their semen
simply being added to the mess on the floor as it squirted out of her overflowing holes.
After the first forty or so had their way with her, someone noticed that her cunt was so
cum-filled that he couldn't feel much of anything. He grabbed her nipple rings, pulling
her to an upright kneeling position and eliciting a squeal from the sharp pain he was
causing. She looked up at her abuser, blushing when she saw it was her former beau.
"Get those fuck holes clean, cunt!" he commanded harshly. "I can't feel a fucking thing
inside that sloppy cunt of yours. It's like I need a board tied to my ass to keep from
falling in."
Those around him laughed at his comment; the girls giggled as cunt slime cupped her
hand under her cunt, letting the combined fluids of her own juices and forty cocks drip
onto it. She quickly swapped hands, immediately taking the semen-filled one to her
mouth, licking it clean. Even after cum stopped dripping, she kept going. She knew
from experience there was much more still inside her raw, abused hole, and used her
fingers to scoop it out, continuing the practice of alternating her hands until she'd pretty
much eaten all the cum that she could reach. She was still sloppy, of course, as
anyone would be after being fucked forty times, but there wasn't much to be done about
that. The boys began to line up again.
This time cunt slime was put on her back on the filthy mattress, and while two girls
pulled her ankles back over her head, the boys resumed their abuse of her already
battered holes. One after another they fucked her asshole or cunt, most timing their
orgasms and pulling out just in time to shoot over her belly, tits and face. Another sixty
boys took her this way, nearly the whole of what would have been, in another year, her
graduating class.
The orgy continued late into the night, when the some of the girls finally decided to
throw caution to the wind and join in. The first was a girl who'd just fucked her
boyfriend in the back seat of his car. She'd been a virgin until then, and when she
lowered herself on cunt slime's face, the slave could clearly see the ripped edges of the
girl's hymen and the streaks of blood on her thighs. While she had tasted her own
virgin blood, this was different. Cunt slime began to gag, and as she did so, the girl
bore down with her full weight, lifting her feet off the floor and nearly suffocating the
slave. She began to bounce violently on cunt slime's face, beating the slave's nose
against her own clitoris with each stroke, quickly cumming with a soft squeal and an
accompanying tremor.
That broke the ice, and soon the slave was being almost constantly double-teamed, a
cock in either her cunt or asshole while she sucked and licked the parade of wet,
swollen vaginas and puckered assholes as they took their turn sitting on her face. One
girl, after sucking her boyfriend off, leaned over cunt slime and let the cum drip from her
mouth onto the slave's face, carefully aiming so that it landed on only in cunt slime's
open mouth, but her eyes, nose and forehead as well.
After an hour of this abuse, cunt slime was once again so saturated with cum that it
didn't matter what hole the boys used, there was so little friction it was like fucking a jar
of mayonnaise. Rather than having the slave repeat her disgusting cum consumption
of before, her former arch-nemesis Kathy came up with another idea.
While the last few girls bounced up and down on her face, cunt slime's other two holes
were given a short break while more beer was passed around. With the constant
fucking and drinking, it wasn't long before most of the boys needed to urinate. When
cunt slime felt the first cock enter her already-battered vagina, she assumed it was
someone fucking her again; instead, she discovered, it was her cunt and asshole that
were going to be used as urinals. Even with everything else she'd endured in the past
months, there was nothing so degrading as having her single most important assets -
her exquisitely trained fuckholes - used for so utilitarian a purpose. Boy after boy stuck
his semi-erect prick in her holes, flushing them out with piss which soon flowed onto the
floor. Thankfully, the squirming girls had ruined her makeup; the tears of shame would
not be noticed over the cunt juice already drying on her face. The worst of it was
having her bowels filled with urine; she'd never been able to hold an enema for long,
and soon found herself begging to either be allowed to shit or have someone plug her.
After nearly ten minutes of groveling, during which a tiny bit of shit-stained piss started
seeping out of her abused ass, Kathy told her she could shit, just as soon as she got
the floor cleaned up.
Cunt slime went at her task with a gusto she'd never before displayed, sliding on her
belly, using her breasts to push the waste into a small area, then almost rabidly
slurping, sucking and licking the nasty fluid up. As she did, more of her piss enema
seeped out; this, too, she was ordered to drink.
When she was finally done, Kathy led her outside like an animal, a leash attached to
her nose ring, finally allowing her to squat on the grass and expel her bowels in the full
view of the passing cars. Cunt slime looked up when she heard tires squeal, shocked
and horrified to see her own parents driving the family car. She quickly bowed her
head, hoping they hadn't recognized her, but knowing in her heart just the opposite was
true. Knowing that vindictive bitch Kathy, she thought to herself, they were probably
told she was going to be here. Then she stopped; those thoughts were improper for a
slave, and she needed to be punished for them.
"Miss?" cunt slime asked softly, waiting for her dominatrix to acknowledge her. "Miss,
may cunt slime speak, Miss?"
"What is it, whore?" Kathy spat.
"Miss, cunt slime had an improper thought, and begs to be punished, Miss," she said,
bowing her head submissively.
"What improper thought?" the teenager towering over her asked. Cunt slime trembled,
almost afraid to tell her, but knowing she'd have to now.
"Miss, cunt slime thought the word 'bitch' when thinking of you, Miss."
"Oh, you did, did you?" Kathy smiled sadistically. "I'm a bitch, am I?" she yelled, kicking
cunt slime in the belly, knocking her over. "Well, I may be a bitch, but do you know
what you are? You're nothing but a shit-eating, bald-cunted, saggy-titted whore!" she
bellowed, dragging the now-screaming slave by the leash over to the pile she'd recently
left on the grass. "Eat it, you whore. Eat every drop!" Kathy shoved cunt slime's head
into the gooey mess of piss, cum and shit, rubbing her face across it like a dog being
chastised for messing the floor. Cunt slime opened her mouth and tried to fill it as her
face was swiped back and forth, forcing feces into her nose, her ears, and under her
eyelids. Kathy wasn't happy with this, even, and was soon sitting on the slave's back,
pounding her fists into the prone girl's head even as she continued trying to comply with
her Mistress's order. Someone finally arrived and pulled Kathy off, holding her in a bear
hug until she calmed down. Cunt slime finished slopping up the mess, and quickly
slithered on her belly - the most submissive thing she could think of - and after wiping
her face off with her hand, began licking and kissing Kathy's once-impeccably clean
patent leather pumps.
"Miss, please forgive cunt slime, Miss!" she cried, slathering her former rival's feet with
her tongue. "Please punish cunt slime for being such a stupid, cock-sucking, ass-
fucking, cunt-licking whore, Miss! Cunt slime willingly accepts whatever punishment
Miss deems appropriate, Miss!"
"Tell me you're a whore," Kathy said.
"Cunt slime is a whore!" the slave yelled at the top of her lungs.
"No, use your other name, the one you were born with...all of it."
"Sheri Ann Brown is a whore!" she screamed. "Sheri Ann Brown is a fat, useless, shit-
eating, piss-drinking, ass-fucking, sloppy-cunted, pussy licking whore!"
"You fuck dogs."
"Sheri Ann Brown fucks dogs!"
"You fuck horses."
"Sheri Ann Brown fucks horses!"
"You suck shit from monkey's asses."
"Sheri Ann Brown sucks shit from monkey's asses!"
"I'm glad you understand your status, slave," Kathy said, finally calmed down. "Now,
let's go to the ladies room. I need to take a shit, and don't want to do it in front of
everyone."
Cunt slime looked up at her better, a smile of appreciation on her face, as she was led
off to become a true toilet. Even her former greatest enemy had a use for her, and that
was all that mattered.
The pimp finally came back for her two days later, during which time she'd not only
been fucked by everyone who attended her former school, but anyone else who had
fifty cents to spend. The price was set by cunt slime herself. After Kathy told her that a
regular whore usually got fifty dollars for a blow job alone, she was asked to place a
monetary value on her own holes. She knew she wasn't a hundredth the value of a real
whore, so that's where she set her price. Cunt slime felt a slight tremble of pride when
Kathy told her the earnings were going to pay for copies of the videos and stills taken of
her at the prom, and that everyone who attended would be receiving a set of each, free.
And so it was that the pimp, after hearing the stories and viewing the tapes, contacted
the Training Center and suggested that perhaps cunt slime had learned her lesson, and
was ready to come home. As for her part, the slave made a vow to herself to never,
ever believe she was better than anyone else, not even another slave.
