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Chapter 15
And this time he wanted to see the slut work her ass like she really
was working for tips in a strip joint. Her first hour of ‘dance’ training under
the guidance of the tamed Russian bitch Randi had got her well drilled in the
basic steps and positions but Rusty had hardly performed with the kind of
enthusiasm that her trainers required and so, Wade thought to himself, perhaps
a little extra encouragement was needed.
Walking over to a wooden chest where various items of clothing and
numerous training aids were kept, therefore, the slutmaker selected another
filthy little outfit for his latest trainee to wear and also a pair of
vibrating dildos and a tube of lubricant. Once he had made his choices he
returned to where the two temporarily sated sluts lay prostrate on the floor
and ordered them both up and into position one. Both obeyed instantly and then
Wade slowly, lovingly, began to dress his latest pet puppy to please once
again. After stripping her completely naked apart from her collar, this time
even removing her six-inch high heels, he first inserted the two dildos; he was
particularly gentle with the anal sex toy, making sure that Scully’s back
passage was well lubricated before sliding the intruder firmly into her
backside. Rusty jerked slightly as she was penetrated but was already far too
well trained to put up any real resistance and just stood there as the
violation took place and, after her first anal penetration
the previous day, she had to admit to herself that second time around the entry
had been slightly easier, although the alien presence in her rectum still felt
more than a bit weird.
No lubricant was required for Scully’s cunt, of course. Indeed, her
pussy was so wet from her latest mind-blowing orgasm that the large dildo Wade
pushed steadily into her threatened to slip out again as soon as he removed his
hand. “Clench your cunt muscles together and keep it in slut,” he warned. “If
it slips out you’ll suffer, believe me.”
Scully struggled to comply, her resistance temporarily broken by her
ordeal. Wade then stepped back a pace and contemplated his by now firmly
plugged trainee bitch. He then produced a pair of paper-thin black leather
hotpants and had Rusty put them on; this he matched with a boob tube in black
lycra that only just held Scully’s perky tits in check and, finally, he dressed
his new favourite slut in a pair of thigh high black PVC boots with six inch
heels.
With his bitch dressed to perfection for her soon-to-be-familiar role
as a hot little pole dancer the slave trainer began to circle her slowly,
leisurely, drinking in the truly superb view. The lycra
top was so tight it appeared to have been spray painted on. Rusty’s enticingly
erect nipples were clearly visible and, indeed, seemed to be threatening to
burst through the thin material that was struggling to contain them. And the
black leather hotpants, similarly, performed the task of keeping the slut’s two
dildos firmly in place whilst also being so tightly formed around Rusty’s
fabulous ass that they rather weirdly seemed to reveal more of her charms than
when she had been fully naked. And the boots… Well,
Wade had always had a thing for sluts in kinky boots and these thigh-high PVC
beauties were simply fantastic, with the ultra high heels stretching their
wearer’s legs and tightening her already hot little asscheeks until (as her
owner checked to confirm) both ripe peaches were are hard as rock.
“Now you are going to dance for me,” Wade commanded. “And this time
you’re going to dance like you mean it, like this is the job you’ve dreamed of
having ever since you were a little girl.” The trainer then took the tamed
bitch Randi aside for a few moments to give her more detailed instructions on
how Rusty was to be trained to perform for him; once brought up to speed on her
owner’s requirements, the Russian slut then began to educate the hot and horny
little black-clad redheaded bitch before her in exactly how to perform a bump
and grind dance routine in the manner that would maximise the eagerness of a
(hypothetical) male audience to shove ten dollar bills into her crotch.
There was still something lacking in Scully’s performance on her first
trip down the catwalk, however. Trying to dance in six inch heels was not the
easiest task in the world to perform and the sheer agony in her feet that she
had been left with after her first hour of basic dance training had, for the
time being, enabled Scully to regain her focus as an independent human being;
she was performing as instructed because not doing so would lead to punishment
but her heart was most definitely not in it.
Fully aware of what would be going through the slut’s mind, however,
Wade reached for the all-important remote control units for the two dildos as
he regained his seat at the end of the catwalk and began to conduct a small
experiment. Scully started as the intruder in her ass began to vibrate slowly;
but once again, after a few seconds, she was forced to admit that the
sensations it produced felt strange but not at all unpleasant. She continued
with her programmed dance routine, bending forward to shake her tits in her
tormenter’s face whilst leering at him with a fake plastic smile plastered on
her face, as she had been taught.
And, as she did so, Wade turned on the second dildo and her cunt too
began to buzz with joy. Scully felt a jolt of lust pass through her as the two
toys that penetrated her holes began to duel with each other to produce the
more intense stimulation. Wade, for his part, was in seventh heaven as he
carefully tested a range of vibration frequencies to see which ones were most
likely to produce the desired results.
With her short routine completed, Scully stood as instructed, tottering
on her heels as she was forced to bend forward to showcase her barely
restrained tits whilst simultaneously pushing out her leather-clad ass as far
as she could without toppling over, and all the time maintaining a smiling face
that almost but not quite managed to conceal the agony of the mind within. Wade
took in the spectacular view for a long moment and then spoke a single word:
“Again.”
And so Scully was forced to produce her performance on the catwalk a
second time. And a third time. And a
fourth. And all the while the two demons within her continued to do
their sadistic work, stimulating the nerve endings contained within the walls
of her cunt and ass and producing feelings of arousal that surged through her
whole body.
And as the same routine was repeated, over and over, Scully’s mind
could not help but focus on what was happening down below. Wade’s experiments
with the vibration frequencies of the two dildos had been completed to his
satisfaction some time during the third performance by the slut in training and
he was now happy that he could bring the bitch to the brink of orgasm and then
hold her then indefinitely, before pushing her over the edge whenever he chose.
Scully’s much-abused mind shrieked in grief once more as it realised
that her body was once again on the brink of betraying her. She tried, and not
for the first time, to resist but it was hard, so hard, as she was forced to
spend a good part of her attention focusing on getting her dance steps right
and keeping her trainer happy with a convincing performance, meaning that she
was unable to devote too much effort to maintaining self control. “How can this
be happening to me?” she thought to herself through the dense fog of lust. “I
had a mind blowing orgasm just a few minutes ago and already I’m craving
another one. Just because there are a couple of mechanical sex toys buzzing
away in my cunt and ass placed there by a sadistic pervert. What kind of slut
am I, for God’s sake?”
Once Rusty had completed her short dance routine for the fifth time
Wade stood up and looked into the desperate slut’s eyes as she stood posed to
order. “You get to cum when I see genuine enthusiasm in your performance,” he
told the bitch before him. “No holding back, no faking it, no
doing it just to avoid punishment. I will permit you to orgasm only when
I genuinely feel that you are really dancing like a little stripper slut who
actually wants the men in the audience to give her a good fucking. And don’t
think you can outlast me in this - you will perform your routine as often as it
takes to get the results I want - because I’ve got all fucking day.”
Scully’s heart sank at these words. How many times had she been forced
to admit defeat already that day? How many more times would her captors feel
the need to demonstrate to her that they could make her cum at will, and even
make her beg for the privilege? As her routine was repeated over and over again
fatigue began to add new harmonies to the relentless tune of lust that the two
vibrators were playing within her. She couldn’t stop or agony would follow. She
couldn’t do anything except obey and keep dancing, performing the same routine
over and over again until her tormenter was satisfied with it. And he would not
be satisfied until she has succumbed to his control, once again, and begged him
for permission to cum - but this time not with her mouth but with her body. Her
body doggedly continued its appointed task as her mind desperately sought an
avenue of escape. But, of course, no such escape route existed.
As the marathon dance session continued and exhaustion and near
uncontrollable lust slowly ate away at her mind Scully actually began to
hallucinate. The training room where she was being tortured became a real dance
club. Her appreciative audience of one became a sea of grinning male faces. The
silence became a cocktail of noise as her newfound audience began to egg her on
with whoops of encouragement. And Scully suddenly realised how good it felt to
be a slut. She had always despised women who dressed like cheap little tramps,
displaying their bodies to be leered at by men but now, finally, she understood
why they did it, she grasped how good it felt to have
men stare at you with undisguised lust. And, as the illusion strengthened and
the twin dildos within her continued to keep her at the very gates of paradise,
Rusty’s conscious mind shut down, the dance steps that she had been
painstakingly trained to perform were forgotten and a part of her soul that she
had never known existed awoke for the first time.
When she reached the end of the catwalk for the umpteenth time,
therefore, instead of turning round and strutting back up, as she had been
trained to do, this time the redheaded sex slave bent forward and pulled down
her tight lycra top, revealing her succulent tits to
the audience. Scully’s mind was now so far gone that she could actually,
genuinely hear the roar of appreciation from her collection of imaginary
customers that this produced and she was pleased to hear it – after all, wasn’t
her hot little body just as good as any other sluts, if not better? Wasn’t her
performance as a dancer every bit as horny as some white trash little tramp who
had never even been near the FBI or medical school? Wade, the
only man who was actually in the room, smiled silently to himself at this
latest development. He knew where Rusty was right now and it was a place
that he knew she would be spending a lot of time in in the coming weeks.
And so the amazing show continued. The boob tube came off and Rusty
spent several minutes shaking her newly freed tits at the non-existent
audience. Then came the hotpants, which were slowly, seductively
slid down her thighs and over her PVC boots to thunderous applause from her
ghost audience as she faced away from them with her ass almost falling off the
end of the stage.
And then, the piece de resistance. Rusty sank to
her knees and, pulling the still vibrating dildo out of her now exposed pussy,
took the cuntjuice covered sex toy into her mouth and then, kneeling erect,
crossed her hands above her head, threw her head back and thrust her tits
forward, offering the audience a spectacular view of her whole body, glistening
with sweat and flushed with lust as she sucked seductively on the fake penis
that was now effectively gagging her.
Rising from his seat Wade approached the naked sexpet before him. He
had intended to bring his new pet to orgasm by increasing the vibration
frequency of one or possibly both of the vibrating dildos once he had been
satisfied that the cunt had been performing as required but something about
Rusty’s amazing performance gave him a different idea. She truly was a marvel –
a slut who after just two days of training was performing like a bitch who was
on the brink of being fully obedient and a completely uninhibited nymphomaniac,
which normally only happened after several months of very hard work.
Standing in front of the slut, therefore, Wade decided to try
something. He looked deep into the glazed eyes of the posed bitch and a needy
little animal looked back at him. “Cum for me slut,” he commanded and, somehow,
these words managed to penetrate the befuddled brain of the defeated beauty who
knelt in submission at the end of the catwalk, naked apart from her kinky
boots.
And so she did. Her ordeal in the ‘dance studio’ had, temporarily,
turned FBI special agent Dana Scully into something that wasn’t strictly human
and the grunts and groans of pure animal lust that were forced from her throat
by the order of her owner were just that, animal, as her orgasm hit like a
freight train. And then her pure abused body gave in and she passed out,
falling forward into the arms of the man who had stripped away her humanity and
a welcome pit of darkness.
“Christ Almighty,” Wade said out loud in response to Rusty’s latest
swoon. “Is she going to pass out after every orgasm? Shit, we really need to
teach this slutpuppy some self control.”
He sighed. He had really been looking forward to fucking his new pet
once she had finished dancing but she appeared to be out like a light, which
gave him the options of either waiting until she woke up, which could take some
time, fucking her while she was unconscious or obtaining relief some other way.
“Tomorrow I’m going to nail you as soon as I possibly can,” Wade said,
looking down and the prostrate form of Scully. “Just you wait.” And then he
summoned Randi over and had the tame slut suck him off. But it wasn’t really
the same…
Chapter 16
Scully awoke of her own volition on the third day of her training. At
least, she supposed that it was a new day, since there was no means of telling
whether it was morning,
Pulling herself together, Scully noted that her ‘standard’ six-inch
stiletto heeled shoes had been put back on her feet instead of the PVC boots
that she had worn to dance and she still wore her collar but apart from that
she was naked. Her cell (at least she supposed it was the same one) contained
nothing apart from a litter tray and a bowl of water. Her ‘tour of inspection’
completed, and given the fact that she had the unusual luxury of not having to
jump up and immediately perform to the orders of one of her trainers, Scully
availed herself of the opportunity to take stock of the past 48 hours or so.
She was a slut, she admitted to herself. The pigs who had abducted her
had transformed her into a total slut. In just two days. It was not an
admission that she enjoyed making but the calculating, rational part of her
mind that had dominated her personality for most of her life would not let her
deny it. Her captors could make her experience amazing orgasms virtually at
will, it seemed, and in her heart Scully knew that she could never go back to
being the work-obsessed sexless creature that she had been just a few days
previously.
But accepting that the sexual genie had now been let out of the bottle
and probably was never going back in again actually gave Scully new strength
because her rational assessment of what she was and how her life would have to
be lived from now on found it quite easy to visualise having most of her ‘old’
life back but with the added spice of sex, sex and more sex in her private free
time. Mulder never needed to know about the side of her personality that had
been revealed in the past two days.
Once she was free…
“Ah yes, the hard part,” Scully thought to herself, feeling strangely
cleansed by her internal confession. “How the hell do I get out of this place?”
In all of her captivity so far, she recalled, there had been no signs of ‘the
outside’. She had seen no windows, no natural lighting of any kind; indeed, no
doors that led or appeared to lead to the outside world. It was quite obvious
that she needed a lot more information about where she was before she could sensibly
plan an escape attempt.
Which brought her back to her original plan for
escape – which was to convince her captors that she was tamed and obedient. Looking back at
the previous two days Scully realised how futile and stupid her attempts to
stay in control of herself had been. The best way to proceed, she now reasoned,
was to be a good little pet, on the surface, and always do what she was told
and even freely accept the delicious orgasms that she was apparently regularly
to be granted but never, ever to forget inside her mind that she had once been
a free, independent woman and would be again, or would die trying. “I’m better
than them,” she thought, steeling herself inside. “They have awoken the slut
inside me but they will never make that slut obedient, at least not without
coercion. I will never, ever give myself to them…”
Scully’s train of thought was then interrupted, however, by the door to
her cell opening and a woman entering. “Position one,” commanded the latest
sadist to enter the captive FBI agent’s life and, after two days of highly
intensive training, Scully found herself up on her feet and posed as ordered
before the strangeness of it hit home – she had just been taken charge of by a
woman. A woman who was wearing clothes and who spoke with the
voice of someone who was used to being obeyed instantly and without question.
For some reason Scully had assumed that all of her captors were male but
clearly that was not the case.
“I hope you slept well, little one,” Scully’s newest trainer said, drawing
a long fingernail painted jet black down the posed submissive’s tit and
scratching her nipple, drawing a short gasp of pain from her captive. “From
what I can tell the boys have been going far too easy on you so far but I can
assure you that I am made of much sterner stuff. Indeed, in one sense your real
training programme only begins with me.”
As the women who would, it seemed, be about to make Scully’s life even
harder talked the naked redhead took stock of her latest adversary. She was
taller than Scully by at least a head. She appeared to be in her early 40s and
she was wearing a grey tailored pant suit that, Scully could tell, had
obviously cost a fortune over a white silk blouse that had probably cost even
more. Long black hair was piled up on her head and she spoke with what appeared
to be a slight French accent. And she had eyes. Two dark brown eyes that
examined Scully as a scientist would examine an insect under a microscope,
causing the helpless captive to shudder inadvertently.
“From what I have heard of your training so far you have only been
whipped once, and then not very hard or very long,”
the female pet trainer went on. “So today will be your first real introduction
to pain. Now pet, down.”
Scully shuddered again as she dropped down onto all fours in
preparation for a leash to be attached to her collar. She had expected another
day like the previous two, with dominant male trainers bringing her to orgasm
after orgasm in return for instant obedience but that was apparently not what fate
had in store.
Once the naked redheaded pet was safely on the end of a leash the
female slut trainer turned and left the cell and Scully could do nothing but
follow whilst trying hard to quell the fear that had instinctively risen up
within her. She didn’t like pain. True, the first man to rape her in captivity
had whipped her briefly with a riding crop and she had, of course, been shocked
by means of her implant on numerous occasions but those times had only been
when she had disobeyed her new owners, who had otherwise never inflicted pain
upon her for its own sake. Now, however, she was in the hands of a woman who
seemingly had every intention of inflicting pain upon her for no other reason
but that she wanted to.
Scully had, of course, once again sworn to be an obedient little bitch
in order to win her captors’ trust and so, she tried to tell herself, she was
going to have to accept pain if that was what it took. Nevertheless, as she
crawled to God knows what fate behind her sadistic trainer, Scully once more
tried to pray to her hitherto unresponsive deity to make her suffering as brief
as possible. “Oh Mulder, where are you?” she then thought as she was led into
one of the complex’s training rooms. “Please don’t leave me like this any
longer, please come and save me, please…”
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