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The Resurrection of Linda
Chapter 6 – Linda Gets a New Name, New Positions, and the Feel of the Crop (Day 6)
Linda was at her wit’s end. That is to say, if she had any wit left she would surely be at the end of it. As things stood, she had barely any wit left – certainly not enough to define an end at which to be. Better said, she was at the end of her rope, her nerve, her strength, her emotional stability, and any semblance of self-respect.
Her stomach was in turmoil from being forced to digest shit, piss, and dog food. Her mouth tasted like death taking a shit. Perhaps it was the taste of shit. Perhaps piss. Perhaps dog food. Perhaps sexual juices. Probably all of the above.
Her anal canal was raw and sore beyond imagination. Her nipples felt as though they had been chewed by an alligator. Well, in a way they had.
And, there was the memory of her orgasms. Orgasms that exceeded her wildest dreams. She could not reconcile her degradation and her thrill at her sexual experiences. My god, a little man had played inside her two nether cavities! And, she had experienced a chain of orgasms from his activities. She should have been horrified. And, to some extent she was. But, she was also tremendously excited from the experience.
He entered the room and she immediately presented herself as her hands elevated her pained tits. He walked up to her and told her to fall to her knees. She did. She noticed that his erect dick was only a couple of feet in front of her face. He stepped up to her and his tool grazed her face. She assumed he wanted a blow job but that wasn’t to be at this moment. He waved a dog collar in front of her face.
He said, “I’ve brought you a gift.”
She thought, “Forget about ‘beware of Greeks bearing gifts’ – beware of captors bearing gifts!”
The collar was made of heavy leather. He showed her the inside of the collar. It was lined with copper pads. Then, without fanfare, he put the collar around her neck and secured it with a handheld rivet gun.
It felt strange to her and she knew that nothing good would come of this.
He explained, “A ‘bitch’ is a female dog. You are female and, now, a dog. A cunt is a bitch with holes to be used and abused. That also describes you. From this day hence, your name is bitch-cunt. It is how I will refer to you. It is how all of our visitors will refer to you. Most important of all, it is how you will refer to yourself. Any questions bitch-cunt?”
Apparently she picked up on the situation immediately as she answered, “Your filthy bitch-cunt understands.”
He was pleased as he continued on with new instructions.
“From this time hence, you will assume a new series of presentations when you enter. Release your tits, turn around and get down on your hands and knees with your ass pointing toward me.”
She complied.
He continued, “Put your face and shoulders down to the floor so that your ass is sticking up in the air. Reach behind you and pull your fat ass cheeks apart as far as possible. Also, spread apart your knees so that I can see everything clearly.”
Her face had become bright crimson by now but she complied to the full extent of his instructions.
“This is the
presentation position you are to immediately assume when I enter the room. I may leave you in that position for a
while. I may do things to your ass hole
or cunt. In any case, you will remain in
this pose until I say, ‘Release’”.
She spread her knees apart into a V and pulled her ass cheeks apart even further. She did not want to offend him in any way! Her ravaged ass hole winked at him invitingly but he did not accept the invitation.
“When I say, ‘Release’, you will rise to your knees; you will turn around and face me. This is Position 2. You will hold up your tits as you have been doing up until now. I will walk up to you. You will lick my dick and my balls. You will lick every square inch of skin on my package. When you have done this satisfactorily, I will say ‘suck’. You will take my dick into your mouth all the way until your nose is mashed against my pubic bone. You will suck and lick my piss slit until I indicate you are finished. Then, you will suck each of my balls – one at a time until I indicate you are finished. Now – release Position.”
She immediately rose to her knees, turned around and elevated her sore tits to him. He walked up to her, his hard dick bobbing as he closed the distance between them.
Without hesitation, she began licking his dick, starting with the bulbous, purple head. It proved to be an elusive object and she had difficulty getting good licks on it with her tongue. Instinctively, she turned loose of her tits and reached for his tool. Without warning, he clapped his hands together on each side of her head, with the blows landing directly on to each ear.
It felt as though an explosion had happened in each of her ear drums. She was quite dizzy for a moment but she managed to hear him say, “I didn’t tell you to release your tits you stupid bitch-cunt. Use only your tongue, lips and face on my precious equipment!”
Somehow, her brain processed what he said and she immediately presented her tits again. She leaned her face into his left hip and began licking vigorously at the base of his tool. She worked her way out to the tip and, as it began to flop around, she trapped it between her mouth and his body. Then, she began licking in earnest. His thick pubic hair rubbed into her face and she licked his tool as though it were the finest lollipop on the face of the earth. His prick responded with pulsating rhythms that responded completely to her ministrations.
After what seemed to be an endless time she heard him say, “Good job bitch-cunt, and now start working on the balls.”
As she leaned forward to lick his balls she had to work to maintain her balance. It was difficult to stay upright while on her knees due to her thighs being spread wide and because she had to use her hands to present her tits to him. Nonetheless, she did maintain her equilibrium as her tongue pushed aside his pubic hair and as she began licking the pebbly skin over his scrotum. His musky groin scent was amazingly powerful.
Oddly enough, a few days ago she would have found this aroma to be quite repulsive. Now, it was actually attractive to her. It signified to her the ecstasy that he could bring to her if he so chose. His thick pubic hair was invading her mouth, surrounding her tongue and even causing her a bit of excitement. Her pussy was getting wet!
Her tongue worked on his left ball. She licked the skin in front of his nut, behind his nut, and below his nut. She licked the area that joined his scrotum to his dick. Then she switched to the other ball and repeated the procedure. His dick was really hard now with large droplets of pre-cum flowing from his piss slit. This was flowing down to her forehead and from there finding all sorts of directions to thoroughly coat her face. Some was in her eyes; some was flowing down her cheeks. She didn’t care. It felt good with its warmth and moisture.
He told her to clean off his piss slit with her tongue even though both of them knew it would quickly become coated again. She complied, using just the tip of her tongue. Then, she slowly withdrew her tongue into her wide open mouth. When her tongue was inside her mouth, she swallowed noisily. He told her to begin sucking his balls now.
She did with vigor. She was firm but gentle. She enjoyed the feel of his nut rolling around in her mouth. She enveloped it with her tongue and massaged it. Now her pussy was flowing quite freely and a large spot was forming on the floor beneath her crotch. Some juice was flowing down each fat thigh. She switched to the other ball and sucked it just as thoroughly. The hair on his groin was now soaking wet with her spittle.
Finally, he congratulated her on her work and told her to kneel upright on her knees. It was time for the next phase.
She was proud. He had complimented her on a job well done. She eagerly awaited the next phase. However, when he explained it to her, she lost some of her eagerness.
He turned and bent over at the waist with his ass fully before her mouth. He told her she could release her tits. Then he indicated to her that she was to spread wide his ass cheeks. As she did, the aroma of fresh shit filled the air. He had just taken a dump and he had apparently not wiped well – if at all!
He said, “You are to
lick the crack of my ass until it is thoroughly clean. You are to lick the rim of my hole. You are to lick the area between my anus and
my balls. I want all of the hair in the
region to be sparkling clean. Finally, you
are to immerse your tongue in my ass hole, swish it around, and clean my poop
chute thoroughly. When I tell you to
form a seal, you will mash your lips tightly around my butt hole. I will then fart into your mouth.”
He waited for her to begin. It was a thoroughly disgusting thing to contemplate but the consequences of disobedience would be even worse.
He confirmed this. “If you do not do a good job, I will have you lie in the tub. Then, a plethora of people will come and fill it and you with shit. You will then lay in that waste and your own for five days. You pick your ‘poison’”.
She believed him as she dived into his ass crack with an aggressive vigor. There was a long brown streak all the way up his ass crack, intermingled with the huge mat of hair that covered his skin. At first she tried just licking the shit off of the hair. This was completely ineffective. Then, she tried sucking it off in the hopes that she could suck in the crap and swallow in one fell swoop. This, too, was quite ineffective. Finally she ‘bit the bullet’ as she enveloped swatches of hair with her lips and slowly pulled the shit off of the clump. This was effective – and quite disgusting. After the stuff came to rest in her mouth she had to swallow it. Some of the chunks of shit were simply too large to ingest in one gulp. These she had to chew on and then swallow. It, too, tasted like shit! She kept this up until his hairy ass crack was quite clean – and quite moist from her saliva. He pulled apart his ass cheeks even further and, instinctively, she went to work on the area between his ass hole and his balls. The scent was almost unbearable. The entire area was quite sweaty in addition to being laden with his shit. Did the bastard wipe at all! Here the shit was quite pliable because it was in such a moist area. There wasn’t much but what it lacked in quantity was more than made up for by a horrible texture and a vile taste. Finally, she finished it. Now the only part left was the hole itself. It peeked at her, almost laughing as it realized what she had to do next. She tentatively rimmed his ass hole with her tongue. The skin was resilient and it felt as though she was licking a rubber membrane. It was lined with shit and, by now, she had built up some amount of mental distance from what she was doing. Finally, the rim of his ass hole was quite clean. This left the inside of the hole. She put her lips up against the puckered skin and began inserting her tongue. She was quite surprised at how easily her tongue invaded his nether region. In reality, for some reason his ass hole had dilated and it was to the point of gaping when she entered. Yet, it was still quite snug and her tongue felt strange as it was squeezed somewhat from all sides. Also, her facial cheeks were being squeezed by his hairy ass cheeks. This, too, was a strange feeling. Now the smell was overwhelming! It was soon to get worse!
Then she heard the words from afar that she had dreaded in anticipation.
“Form a seal bitch-cunt!”
She did. She pressed
her lips firmly against the skin around his shit hole. He farted one of those dreadful farts that
only men can do! It rumbled! It was slightly wet! It felt like a shit tornado was hitting the
roof of her mouth and the back of her throat.
And, it seemed unending! My
god! How much air could one man’s bowels
contain? Little did she know that he had
eaten a huge quantity of
He had looked forward to her ministrations and this was to be the piece de résistance! It was!
She could feel the bile rising in her gullet in the same measure that his fart was descending into the depths of her body and soul. Her tongue was actually vibrating from the force of his expulsion. Although it only lasted for a duration of a few seconds – it seemed like days!
Fortunately, she kept down her bile. Then, she began working in earnest – swishing her tongue around inside his shit chute. Without warning or an instruction of ‘form a seal’, he let loose with one more quick crack of a fart. It wasn’t much for force but it was a killer for smell. It seemed as though she could actually smell it through the membranes of her mouth!
He released his ass cheeks quite quickly and rose up in one fluid motion as he turned around to face her. Her lips and the skin around her lips were coated with a brown ring – his shit. Somehow, she managed to stay erect on her knees and she remembered to retain the hold on her tits – presenting them to him.
Then, he reinforced what had just taken place. “Remember these actions and their sequence well. These will take place every time I enter the room. If you forget, or do a poor job, you will be punished!”
She replied, “Your filthy bitch-cunt understands sir.”
He then gave her another new instruction. “From this moment hence, you will never walk upright again in this room. You must crawl on all fours as a proper bitch-cunt should do. You may never stand up! If you have to piss, go to the shower stall, lift your leg, and do your business. If you have to shit, go to the shower stall, spread your legs while on all fours and shit your load. After you shit it, you will sniff it! Then you will pick it up with your right hand and crawl over to the toilet where you will deposit it. The toilet lid will now always be functional. However, if you do anything with the toilet other than deposit your shit – you will be punished!”
She was horrified. Despite all of the indignities she had already suffered, this one injured her spirit as much as any other she had experienced.
He was pleased with her voluntary response and he pointed to the wall at his right. There was something there that she had not noticed. Hanging on the wall was a dog leash.
He instructed, “Crawl over to the leash, snap it on to your collar, put the free end in your mouth and bring it to me.”
She began crawling and she now realized how painful this was going to be on her knees.
Apparently he sensed her discomfort and he explained, “Your knees will be shredded from this. Endure it. They will toughen up and eventually the scars will turn to calluses. Your body is so unattractive that these will not detract from your looks!”
These last words hurt as much as anything she had endured thus far. They hurt because she realized they were true!
She continued crawling until she reached the leash hanging on the wall. She supported her weight on her left hand and reached up with her right hand to take the leash. She had a bit of trouble securing the leash to her collar. While doing it she actually fell forward directly on to her face.
“Stop fucking around you stupid bitch-cunt!” he shouted.
While lying in this position she finally managed to attach it. She rose to her hands and knees. She took the handle of her leash and put it into her mouth. It tasted like – well – it tasted like leather. She crawled back to him.
“Rise to your knees so that I can take the leash from your mouth bitch-cunt.”
She did.
He took the leash and said, “Now we’re going for a walk around the room so you can learn how to properly heel.”
Linda was stunned. The collar and leash were completely demeaning. Her position on her hands and knees was totally subservient. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to no longer be able to walk upright. Her mouth still tasted like shit but these tastes had become distant from her senses as her brain was trying to absorb this new ‘adventure’ upon which she was about to embark.
He took the handle loop in his right hand and he gripped the leash about half way down its length with his left hand. Then he roughly jerked her around to his left side. Her head jerked with the surprise pull and she shuffled around to his left side.
“You are to always
walk on my left side. You are to walk slightly behind me so that your nose is
just behind my left calf. This is the
‘heel’ position. When I say, ‘heel’, you
will instantly move to that position. If
you are late in assuming the position, would you like to know your punishment?”
“Your filthy bitch-cunt would like to know what punishment you feel is appropriate.”
He said nothing but showed her a remote that he had brought forward from somewhere. He showed her the number pad. He told her first she would be given the “1” number. He pressed down the number one and held it.
Linda felt a tingling on her neck that apparently emanated through the copper pads that were on the inside of the collar. It was not painful but it was irritating. It felt as though a gaggle of bugs was marching around her neck.
He released the button and told her now she would feel the effects of the number “0”.
He pressed it and held it down. The effect was instantaneous.
Linda screamed at a pitch that was almost beyond human hearing. A lightning bolt shot into her neck. Her eyes bugged out. Her tongue began pushing in and out of her mouth. The hair on her head began waving. Although she wanted to stand and run, she was paralyzed. The lightning bolt continued to course through her body until he mercifully released the button.
She was grunting now as she tried to recover her senses. She felt a puddle touching her knees. She had pissed herself.
“That is as much electricity as a bitch-cunt such as you can withstand without suffering permanent neural damage. I assume you don’t want to feel that again. Answer me!”
She wagged her head from side to side as she stuttered what she hoped would be an appropriate answer.”
“Y . y . y . your mis . miserable bit . bitch – cu . cu. cunt apprec . appreciates any . any thing you deem wor . worthy of her!”
It was a good answer. He reached down and patted the top of her head.
“You have pissed
yourself. You have messed up my
floor. Lick it up.”
He held the remote down in front of her face and began to press the number “0”.
Linda immediately spun around and began licking her own piss with an amazing vigor. She was driven! She was thorough! She had never licked anything with such ferocity in her entire life!
Nonetheless, he pressed the number “1” just so she would be reminded of what was around her neck. She needed no reminding. Within moments she had licked up the entire puddle.
“Heel!”
Instantly she was at his left position, slightly behind him.
He began walking around the room, rather slowly. It was good that he walked slowly because she was not a fast crawler. Also, her knees were hurting like a son-of-a-bitch! She knew that skin was being scraped off. She knew that blood was forming on her knees. But, she knew his power with the fucking collar. She kept up.
He picked up the pace. So did she, although not without a touch of severe distress. Her pudgy thighs were quivering. Her fat ass was bouncing up and down. Her knees were hurting tremendously. But, she kept up!
“This is as fast as I will go today. We will do this for thirty minutes each day. Each day we will pick up the pace until we are trotting.”
This was bad news. Her lungs were already screaming for oxygen and she was gasping for breath. Drool was flowing freely from her mouth. Sweat covered her body as she tried to keep up with his fast walking pace. He touched the number “1” and she forced herself to keep up. She did.
Thirty minutes seemed like thirty years. She did not know how she did it. Her knees were a bloody mess. Her sagging tits were rising and falling with the actions of her lungs. For some strange reason, her nipples were quite hard.
He told her to sit up. She didn’t know what to do.
When I say ‘sit up’, you will rise to your knees, you will pull your nipples out as far from your body as possible. You will hold that position and you will bark ‘arf’ three times. If I feel you are not pulling your nipples to their fullest extent or if your ‘arf’ is not strong, I will press the number six. Trust me, that one is severe also!”
She immediately rose to her knees. She took a nipple in each hand and pulled as far from her body as possible. Her arms felt like rubber from the exertion of crawling for thirty minutes. However, she reached down into some reservoir of strength and she pulled her nipples to a length that she would not have believed possible.
She spoke. “Arf, arf, arf”
“Are you mocking me you stupid bitch-cunt? I said you are to speak!”
He pressed the number 2. She felt this one quite strongly. It was far from pleasant.
“Arf, arf, arf!”
He pressed the number 3. It was ferocious. She realized it was certainly not as strong as “0” but it was a hell of a lot stronger than “1”.
“Arf, arf, arf!”
Her tits jiggled with the utilization of her diaphragm to produce the large ‘arf’ sound. This was surprising when one considered how far she was pulling her tits out by the nipples.
Her knees hurt. Her lungs were burning. Her still-tender nipples really hurt. She could still feel the after effects of electricity. Worst of all, she had to shit!
As she maintained her position, she was squirming.
“Do you have to shit?”
“Yes, your miserable
bitch-cunt has to shit.”
“You know the
drill. You may release your nipples.”
She lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled to the floor of the shower. She spread her knees as far apart as possible. She shit a surprisingly long turd – surprising for such a small-statured lady.
When the turd finally resided on the floor, she turned, put her nose down quite close to it and sniffed vigorously. It was not pleasant!
He told her she could now clean up her mess.
She took her right hand, scooped it beneath the turd and lifted it from the floor. The texture and odor were horrible.
She crawled to the toilet on knees and one hand, holding the shit in her free hand. This was quite difficult but she accomplished it.
While kneeling, she raised the lid and dropped the shit into the toilet.
“You are NOT to place that shitty hand on my floor. Lick it off!”
She complied with tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat.
“Show me when it is clean.”
She licked and licked and licked. She examined it herself several times and resumed licking after each examination. She licked between her fingers. She tried to lick beneath her fingernails.
Finally, she held her hand up to him for examination. He pretended to examine it as though it was a precious stone. Finally, he nodded his head in acceptance.
He realized that when he was leading her around the room, he had only been able to look at her in the mirrors. He wondered what her various features looked like when she was crawling at a fast pace?
He told her to crawl around the perimeter of the room as quickly as possible so he could assess her features.
Well, she didn’t want her features to be assessed but she knew she had no choice. She began crawling as fast as she could, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her knees.
He watched her and examined all of her features in the same manner that a judge would have watched a dog going around the ring of a championship dog show. It was obvious that he was not totally happy.
“You know, despite your weight and the plumpness of your ass, your butt just doesn’t jiggle as much as I would like when you crawl. You need help.”
A spirit of sadness immediately came over her. As a tribute to her gradual evolvement, she somehow felt less than adequate because her ass did not jiggle enough to please him.
He spoke, “You probably don’t watch boxing very much. However, when a fighter knows he doesn’t really move well enough to impress the judges, he sometimes puts large tassels at the top of his stockings. Thus, when he moves the least little bit, the tassels jump and dance and give an impression that there is more there than meets the eye.”
At that he left the room and he left her perplexed.
When he returned, he had a device in his hand that she immediately recognized. It was a cat toy. It was a long wire – about two feet long – with tassels and a bell on the end. The wire was a spring wire that was quite flexible. In fact, the slightest movement caused the tassels to jump and the bell to jingle.
She wondered how in the hell he was going to attach that to her? Then, he opened his hand and she was horrified. The free end of the wire was firmly imbedded in a phallus! The phallus was, in fact, made of hard rubber and it, too, was an exact duplicate of his own dick!
“Put your head and
shoulders to the floor, spread your ass cheeks.”
She was terrified at what she knew was coming. With little adieu, he plunged the phallus completely in to her ass hole.
She jumped and grunted (she knew not to scream). The dry phallus tore at her tender inner tissues. The spring wire danced in the breeze and the bell rang as though in alarm.
“Go around the room – quite quickly.”
She rose to all fours and began scampering around the room. Sure enough, the spring wire jumped like a thing alive and accentuated every little ass movement into frantic jiggling and rings! She noticed that he was trailing around slightly behind her, just to her left. She had not noticed at any time that he was also carrying a riding crop.
It was an interesting riding crop. Its working end was covered with old blood stains while the entire whip was covered with various sweat stains of all types. There is an interesting story associated with the small whip. It was owned and used at one time by a jockey who won the Kentucky Derby. It had been given to Linda’s keeper as a gift, or rather, as a thank you for a favor supplied to the jockey by the man.
The man had gone to
One evening while drinking alone at a bar, a diminutive man
sat at the stool next to him. He was
obviously a jockey. The two struck up a
conversation and to the man’s pleasant discovery, the jockey was actually
riding a mount in the
In a hard voice that showed lots of wear, he said, “I would like to have a tall woman eat out my ass hole within hours, if not minutes, of winning the damn thing!”
To the jockey’s surprise, the man replied, “I think that could be arranged.”
So a deal was struck. They set an agreed upon meeting place and did not see each other again until early evening after the actual race. The jockey actually thought the man was full of shit. He had a strong experience of meeting men who talked bull shit!
Well, lo and behold, the goddamn jockey actually won the thing. And, he won it by several lengths! Perhaps he was motivated although some would wonder what motivated the steed. Perhaps it was the whip!
After the bestowing of flowers and TV interviews, the jockey mysteriously disappeared. No one had even seen him take a shower. In reality, because he knew the area so well, he had slipped out through a maintenance gate and into a waiting limousine that he had booked. Within minutes he was at the appointed meeting place.
He knocked in the door and wondered if was going to be mugged. However, although small, he had held his own in many a fight.
The man opened the door, stepped aside, and the jockey entered. He was shocked. There before him was a tall, completely naked female. Granted, she wasn’t a beauty. But she was sensual. She was slightly overweight. Her tits were a bit on the small side. She spun around in a full circle to give him the full display of what he had acquired. Her ass was quite large and, to many, probably unattractive. To the jockey, it was fantastic! He liked big butts!
The man did the introductions. He introduced the small man as simply, ‘the Jockey’. He explained that out of sensitivity and love to his wife, the jockey did not want his name to be known anywhere. Such is the ways of really sensitive men.
The man introduced the woman as ‘LardAss’. There were brands, burns, scars and piercings everywhere. Her pussy was almost completely bald. It gaped open. She stuck out her tongue to show how exceptionally long it was. She said, “Within minutes this will be buried in your ass hole.”
It was.
The jockey had stripped off his silks in record time, LardAss had laid on the floor, and the jockey immediately sat on her face, looking down at her eyes and forehead. He smelled of sweat, horse, and shit. LardAss immediately buried her tongue in his small ass hole. It resisted, but her tongue was strong from lots of experience at this type of thing. Her tongue was insistent and his ass surrendered.
Then, she reached over his tiny thigh and grasped his hard dick. Somewhat to her surprise, his dick was way out of proportion to the rest of his body. She though, “I wonder if he had trouble making his weight with this big thing between his legs?”
He was writhing his hips in ecstasy and trying to grind himself even more solidly in to her face. His eyes were shut and his mouth open, gasping for breath. Somehow, his dick had become even larger.
At one point as she reached over his thin, muscular leg she pinched his balls. He reacted instantly as any jockey must when his position is threatened. His right fist flew forward and caught her cleanly on the side of her face.
She was conflicted. The pain felt good. However, she speculated about retaliating. She thought with her superior size – and meanness – she could probably take him. But, she wasn’t certain. He was quite strong! So, instead, as she continued to eat his ass she began jacking him off.
Then, he shot his wad. It flew up into the air until gravity overcame its energy and the huge load was brought back downward until it hit LardAss squarely between the eyes. Any other woman would have immediately shut her eyes. LardAss didn’t. She watched it split and flow over each of her eyeballs. Her eyes clouded over with the milky moisture that had entered them. It burned like a son-of-a-bitch. She loved it.
She fucked him every which way but loose for the entire night. He rode her in every imaginable position, fucking every hole she possessed. He whipped her continuously with the same crop he had used earlier on his steed. He hurt her in ways she had never been hurt before. She loved it! He was, after all, an athlete. He possessed amazing recovery powers of his muscle, and, especially the muscle between his legs.
He realized this was his best derby ever. In appreciation to the man, he gave him the actual riding crop he had used to bring his mount to victory. As good as the mount was, it didn’t even come close to the mount he had ridden for the entire evening.
And, that’s the story of the riding crop that now resided in the man’s hand as he looked down at bitch-cunt, scampering with all of her power.
With this same crop, the man was following Linda as she circled the room as fast as her short legs and arms could propel her. Her ass wire was jiggling violently. Nonetheless, the man took the crop and gave a vicious backhand that caught her moving ass directly across the left cheek. She screamed at the surprise attack, lost her balance, and fell forward on to her face.
“Get up you fucking, stupid, bitch-cunt!” And, at that, he brought the crop back in the opposite direction and caught her fully on the other ass cheek. She screamed again, but painfully rose to the crawling position. She began crawling and blubbering at the same time. Her ass wire was now alive with vibration. He followed her, tapping her butt with the crop, reminding her of what could be in store for her. Using the crop, he guided the direction of her crawling until she was beside the mattress. He said, “Stop bitch-cunt!” She stopped.
He was satisfied. She was mortified. Although she was completely still, the wire and its attachments reverberated with wide fluctuations. Her ass felt as though it was on fire.
He broached a new subject, “From this day hence, the mattress is only for sex. You are a bitch-cunt. You will sleep on the floor. I am watching you.”
Then, he produced two strange looking cuffs that he proceeded to secure around her ankles. He explained that these were new sensing devices that he had designed himself. They were, in reality, a remote device that would trigger the collar around her neck. If she ever removed either of cuffs, they would automatically trigger the collar at level “0”, with no time restriction. In all likelihood, the outcome would be fatal.
But, their primary purpose was to ensure that she did not stand upright. If at any time, either of her lower legs (below the knees) was in an upright, vertical position – the collar would automatically be actuated at a level of “0”. It was imperative that she NOT stand upright unless she wanted to feel the full thrust of the electricity.
This scared the shit out of her (figuratively this time).
He then gave a hint of what would happen tomorrow.
“All kept animals are property. You are kept. You are an animal. You are mine. I always mark my property so that it is not in danger of being lost or stolen. Tomorrow, you will be marked permanently for instant identification.”
She was stunned!
He left. He left her in stunned silence as she pondered what had taken place. As he walked out the door, he pressed the number 8. She screamed and fell prone to the floor, exhausted.
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