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The Resurrection of Linda
Chapter 9 – Training – Not for the Faint of Heart (Day 9)
Linda awoke with a fitful start. It had not been a restful night for her as her conscious mind and unconscious mind tried to deal with all that she had seen the preceding day. On the one hand she was horrified! She was horrified that women could be used like fucking dogs. Oops! Now her brain paused as she realized that she was now thinking with words such as ‘fucking’. She had never used such language in her life. Yet – it seemed that words such as that was the only way to communicate adequately her feelings – even though she was communicating to herself!
And – the reason she was in a quandary was because she was also excited! She wondered if he could actually train her to a point where she could actually compete in such an event? She had never fared well in competitive events. Thus, she had always tried to avoid them. As a child she had always been the last one picked. Sometimes, she wasn’t even picked at all! She was a dork when it came to athletics or any competitive endeavor. She was totally uncoordinated and her brain froze when faced with the stress of competition.
But she was impressed by what this man – this bastard – had done with her thus far. She had had dicks in her galore – even if under unpleasant circumstance. She was actually beginning to think of herself as a sexual being – a totally new experience!
She heard the door open and she immediately rose to the first position. As she did this, she was even surprised at herself for the quickness and agility she brought to bear. Pain and fear were strong motivators!
He, too, was pleased as he looked at her movement and the resulting position. Her ass was nice and high in the air as it faced him. Her head and shoulders were flat on the floor. Her hands were pulling her ass cheeks far apart. Best of all was her ass hole! It was gaping wide open – further open than she had achieved thus far.
He, of course, was naked. His dick was erect. It was easily brought to a state of complete erection. It wavered in the air – seeking a home. He went to his knees behind her plump ass and his dick bounced eagerly in the air. He bent down and looked deep into the dark recesses of her shit chute. He had a pencil flashlight in his hand and he directed its beam into the cavern of her ass. There were nice shades of pink in there, coated with flecks of brown.
He used his throat to hock up a solid load of phlegm. With a strong force that was created by lots of practice he spit the complete mouthful directly into her ass hole.
She had heard him hock up the mass and, somehow, she knew what he was going to do. Strangely, she was not horrified by this knowledge. She was actually to the point that she welcomed any of his fluids into any of her cavities. She had not reached this point with the strangers he brought in to use her. But, oddly, she was feeling a sense of bonding to him and, like any dog, she welcomed any sort of attention from her master!
He again was pleased. Her ass had not even twitched as he cleared his mouth waste in to it. He knew the resurrection into a new life was slowly taking place.
He told her to take her right hand, stick it between her legs and bury her index finger into her ass hole. As she released her cheek with this hand it slowly snapped shut. It was almost as though her body did not want to hide her gaping ass – now full of his spittle.
She buried her short, pudgy finger into her ass and, without direction from him, began swishing it around in her ass. She was now anticipating his direction. For the moment, this was o.k. She felt liquid substances coat her finger. Meanwhile, her ass enjoyed the self-attention. It was good!
He told her to remove her finger and look at it. She did. Her finger was coated with yellow phlegm and with her own shit. He told her to clean it. Without hesitation she placed her finger in her mouth, closed her lips at the finger’s base, and began tonguing the appendage. She was shocked! She was enjoying this! She actually liked the taste of the spit/shit cocktail!
As he watched her eagerly sucking the body waste materials from her finger he was pleased although he took care not to show his appreciation. Instead, just as she finished with the finger and began tonguing any excess from between her fingers, he drew back his right foot and gave her a mighty kick that landed just above her solar plexus. She flew backwards and screamed with surprise!
For Linda, again, being struck by another person was like an atomic bomb going off with her as ground zero! She simply could not adjust to the notion of being struck. Now this was strange considering all of the other indignities that had been bestowed upon her.
And, as she thought of her on reaction to being struck – and her non-reaction to all of the other things – she realized that she was, indeed, going through a metamorphosis. The old Linda was dead! A new Linda was being resurrected!
She now knew that all of her holes were going to be used by many, many others. Yet, this also implied that she was, in fact, a sexual being. She had never before been a sexual being. She knew that other men had never previously viewed her as a sexual being. Now, men were lining up to insert their essence into her body! She truly felt sexual!
She reflected on the notion that she had never previously been looked upon as someone who would ever enter into any type of competition. Now, her master was actually going to train her for an intense competition and he had indicated to her that he thought she could win! She was special! She was actually looking forward to his training so she could compete with other bitches.
Linda also reminisced about how she used to be so shy about nudity. Now she looked forward to seeing a naked man. Now – she immediately looked at a man’s dick and balls when he entered the room. She was comparing them! Also, she found herself looking at her own body constantly in the wall mirrors to see how she looked. She now admired the jewelry that had been installed in her private places! True – they hurt – but they were certainly attractive. And, the jewel on her clitoris was a constant reminder of her own sexuality.
But – and this was a big but – she hated to be hit! She could not stand having a blow delivered to her with the intent of instilling harm on her person! She preferred to play with shit and piss rather than being struck!
As all of these thoughts ran through her mind, once again a strange person entered the room. It was a woman. She was completely naked (of course). Her appearance was startling to say the least.
She was well over six feet tall. The hair on her head was but a stubble – black as coal. She had no eyebrows and no pubic hair. But the strangest part of all – her body from shoulders to just above her knees was completely tattooed! There was not one inch of bare skin in that entire stretch of her body. And – the tattoos were horrible! They were all tableaus of people being tortured and/or sexually abused! Beatings, rapes in every orifice, abuses of all sorts were portrayed in living color and high definition!
Once again, Linda felt as though she had entered an
alternative universe of perversity. But
– the countenance of the new arrival was the most fearful of al that she had
encountered thus far. She carried not an
ounce of body fat. She was incredibly
slender but not skinny! Her imaginary
tits were simply slight bulges on her chest with teeny, tiny nipples. Linda could also see in the wall mirrors that
the woman’s ass was non-existent. And,
her eyes were the eyes of a demon. They
were as black as the blackest
As the new arrival drew closer, Linda could see that she wasn’t exactly completely naked. She had a strange looking, leather-type belt around her waist. Also, around her forehead was a braided leather headband that could have been mistaken for a small whip. It was no mistake!
The man spoke. “Let me introduce a compatriot. She is Madam Purée. She is here to help in your preparation for show. I personally am not into the application of severe pain although I do not abhor it. Madam Purée on the other hand embraces it. You will see in what manner she embraces it.”
Now Madam Purée had an interesting history. She was raped when she was nineteen. She determined that she would never, ever be subjected to that abuse again. First, she studied all the reference materials she could find on martial arts. There, she discovered the most severe, effective martial art known to mankind was found on a small South Pacific island named, Malo Malo. The fighting skill and ferocity of these natives was so advanced that the Japanese had skipped this island during World War II.
An exploratory group of Japanese had investigated the island in 1939. Of the ten men of the group, nine were defeated in hand-to-hand combat in a manner of minutes. It was no contest. The tenth man, the survivor, had been allowed to return to his homeland to explain what he had witnessed. Well, that is, part of him returned. The part that returned had no arms, no ears, no tongue, no nose, and missing one eye. As he wrote of the events with his right foot, it was decided that this island was not an important cog in the plan to conquer the world.
Madam Purée chartered a flight from
She asked him what it would cost for five years of such training.
He said, “I will fuck your pussy every morning for the next five years. I will fuck your ass every day at noontime for the next five years. You will suck my tool every evening for the next five years.”
She admired his confidence. But as he stood there naked, his huge dick pointing straight at her, she realized his confidence was not misplaced!
He said, “Take off your clothes. You will not wear clothes during your training.”
She obeyed instantly. He laughed at her out-of-shape body. She turned red. He walked to her and knelt in front of her. She wondered what he was going to do. Then she found out. He began plucking the hair out of her groin. She screamed at the first plucking.
He said simply, “If you ever scream again, you will be put in a small boat and sent away to get home by your own devices.”
She never screamed again. She endured having every bit of pussy hair pulled from her body. He pushed her legs apart and made sure that the tiny hairs from her pussy to her ass hole were pulled away by the roots. She flinched but she did not scream.
And thus began her training. For the next five years she was subjected to incredible physical training. She was taught hand-to-hand combat that was not known beyond the beaches of the small island. She learned aspects of torture and degradation that would break the strongest person on the face of the earth. And, had she kept track of the number of dicks sucked and cum swallowed, she would surely have been included in the Guinness Book of Records!
When she left the island and her mentors, she was the most
deadly human in the world – excepting for the inhabitants of the island
itself. She immediately went to
Finally, she returned to the States and determined to try
out her new skills firsthand. Of all
places, she went to
She entered to a shop with three chairs and about twenty men sitting around. They dropped their jaws when they saw this very white, skinny female. She was tall – true – but she looked incredibly frail.
The largest of the men opened his mouth to intimidate her but he never got out the first word. With moves from her that were simply too fast to see he was suddenly on the floor holding his ruptured gonads. As he lay there, wondering if he was permanently damaged in his most important area, a black liquid was oozing through the fingers of the hand holding his nuts.
She never said a word. Within ten minutes there were ten black men rolling on the floor – wishing they were somewhere else. The other men who had looked so tough when she first entered had disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. The floor was strewn with pistols, knives, and various types of hitting devices. None of them had been given a chance to meet their intended target.
She walked over to her first victim, straddled his face, squatted down, hiked up her dress and began pissing on his face. He didn’t resist. She told him to swallow. He swallowed!
She stood and saw the stropping strap hanging from the side of the chair. It would be a good memento of her first test. She had it made into a belt. Thus, this explained the presence of the strap around her waist. Although the history of this acquisition had become legend, no one ever knew the history of the short whip that she used as a headband.
Now, with this background (and much more), she knelt before Linda. Madam Purée told Linda to rise to her knees before her. Linda did – without question or argument.
Out of the corner of her eye Linda thought she saw a blur that might have been Madam Purée’s hand. It was. It struck Linda in the lower right quadrant. As Linda toppled over she realized that everything from the waist down had become paralyzed.
Madam Purée spoke for the first time. “Your lower body will be paralyzed for about thirty minutes. You will have a large bruise where I struck you. Don’t worry about scars. I know how to strike you so as not to break skin or bones. When the paralysis wears off you will feel the most intense pain you have ever felt. It will last for about four hours.”
Linda could not believe what she just heard. The voice was soft, quite low in register, and completely without emotion. It was quite clinical! However, Linda was more concerned about her own predicament. This was a thousand times more serious than anything else that had happened to her in this room. And – what if she did not reacquire the use of her lower body? My god – she could be a paraplegic for the rest of her life!
Whilst Linda contemplated these thoughts, Madam Purée walked behind her. With another swift blow she struck Linda at one particular spot on the back of her neck. Linda’s arms immediately plopped down as they, too, became paralyzed. Now she was completely helpless!
Madam Purée than stretched Linda out on the floor, on to her face. Her limbs were useless appendages. Madam Purée then spread Linda’s legs wide so as to expose her nether holes. Then, Madam Purée removed the leather strop from her own waist. It had been used many times to sharpen razors in the barber shop from where it came. Now it would be used to sharpen Linda’s feelings!
The first blow struck Linda directly across the small of her back. Unfortunately for her, her torso still had functioning nerve endings. These functioned much too well as Linda felt an incredible pain and let out a blood-curdling scream. She never had time to finish the scream as Madam Purée then reined blows down upon the exposed back. Linda would not finish any scream! For they became a cacophony of one long, eternal sound of pain that sounded more animalistic than it did human!
The torturer kept it up until the entire expanse of white skin became a tableau of red and purple. Madam Purée did know her business! The canvas of skin was never broken. Then, the tall woman strapped the strop back on to her waist and removed the short braided whip that had been her headband. She moved between Linda’s helpless legs.
The first blow struck Linda directly in her sex slit. Linda was beside herself with agony. This one blow made all of the ones to her back seem like a walk in the park! Now the screams rose in pitch and intensity! The lips of her pussy were experiencing something that most women would never experience. It was like a thousand bolts of electricity.
Now Madam Purée’s physical aptitude came in to play. She had not even gotten warmed up with her previous blows. Now, her tendons were stretched, her muscles were completely ready and Linda paid the price. The blows from the short whip reined down upon her pussy lips, her clitoris, and her ass hole. There was not one single blow that did not land on one of these targets. Although severe welts were being raised, the skin was still not broken! Madam Purée knew just when to snap her wrist so that just the tip of the instrument struck its intended target. It was horrible and yet exhilarating to witness!
The man was awe struck. He had never seen such brutality. Madam Purée was an artist! He had intended to begin Linda’s training today with lessons in ball sucking but what he was witnessing was just too good to abandon. He told the tall woman to keep it up. He told her that she could have Linda for the next six hours.
Linda’s hearing was still quite good and she was now more afraid than she had ever been before. She knew she could not withstand six more hours of this. She underestimated herself – or – rather, she didn’t have any choice.
Whilst Madam Purée took a breather and considered the gift of extra time that had been bestowed upon her, the man left the room to talk with the football team that had been waiting impatiently for the promise of having their balls sucked. They were terribly disappointed as they now felt the first encroachment of blue balls. However, they were somewhat mollified when he indicated to them that tomorrow would be even better. Linda would be motivated!
Madam Purée looked down at the partially paralyzed Linda. Linda’s eyes were full of complete fear. Her eyes could have been found in any trapped animal that knew its fate was doomed. Then, Linda’s limbs began to stir. First, the big toe on her right foot twitched – then her entire foot, then her lower leg. Now both legs below the knee were moving slightly. Also, the fingers on her hands began to twitch slightly.
Madam Purée straddled Linda’s face and slowly began to descend. Linda looked up at the hairless, tattooed pussy and realized it was going to come to rest on her mouth. She really didn’t give a shit. Perhaps if she aroused this horrible woman with her tongue, the beatings would come to an end.
Finally, the tight slit came to rest directly on to Linda’s mouth. The sexual orifice had a strange odor – perhaps one of impending doom. Madam Purée looked down directly in to Linda’s terrified eyes. Madam Purée said softly, “Pleasure me and swallow everything that comes forth!”
There was no doubt in Linda’s mind that she was going to obey. Then Linda felt Madam’s weight shift as she bent forward and assumed the classic “69” position. Although Linda’s legs were completely without feeling and mobility, her pussy was still quite sensitive.
Linda felt a strong, sensitive tongue invade her most private part. Then the tongue began its work. It was perhaps the most knowledgeable – and strongest – tongue on the face of the planet. It invaded when invasion was called for. It caressed when tenderness was needed. It enveloped Linda’s clitoris at just the right moment. It was an incredible oral muscle!
Linda was coming! She was coming in a way that she would have never felt possible. Her torso was quivering in response while her limbs flopped hopelessly from the movement of the body to which they were attached.
Linda knew she had to reciprocate. She wanted to reciprocate! Her tongue invaded the female orifice that surrounded her lips. She tried to duplicate the movements that were being thrust upon her own sex. Linda didn’t have the talent that Madam had but she was game to do her best! And, her best was really quite good!
Soon, pussy juices were flowing as though in a competition to see which could produce the most! Pussy lips were sodden. The juice was a thick mucous that seemed to generate its own heat! Accordingly, facial lips were also drenched. They were a mixture of pussy product and saliva. The erotic liquid was being smeared everywhere – all over faces, noses, even ears!
Bodies were shaking uncontrollably. Well, in reality, Linda’s was out of control. Madam Purée’s body was trembling and vibrating but, as always, in complete control. Her body quivered and trembled only as she allowed it. She was completely capable of what she called “controlled berserkness”.
As the man watched the two women pleasure each other, his dick was as hard and erect as it had ever been. The head of his tool was also soaked – soaked with his pre-cum. He was ready for action!
As Linda went through her fifth or sixth orgasm she had closed her eyes in ecstasy. However, with some sixth sense, she had felt a shadow cross over her face. Although she never missed a beat with the action of her tongue and lips on the marvelous pussy, she opened her eyes.
She saw the man standing above her with his feet on each side of her head. It was a rather unique sight. She looked upward and saw his hairy ass, the underside of his nuts, and his dick pole pointing straight forward as it trembled in anticipation.
She saw him begin to squat down as his ass and nuts drew closer to her face. Madam Purée, always aware of anything near her, sensed what he was doing even as she continued to apply her “charms” to Linda’s pussy. Madam Purée raised her butt ever so slightly to provide him access.
He did not turn down her presentation. Madam Purée, with amazing control of her body parts, dilated her own ass hole in such a way as to present her nether hole to him – completely open and ready for action.
His wet dick slid easily into the offered aperture. Then, Madam Purée slowly closed her ass hole back to form a completely tight fit around the erect tool.
Now Linda had to raise her head a bit to keep her tongue connected to the wet pussy. Linda was up to the task. As the same time she felt his ass hole completely surround her rather petite nose. Also, his nuts slowly slid down her forehead and completely covered her eyes. She felt his huge thatch of pubic hair gracefully stroke her cheeks. She felt enveloped by the aroma of the shit that was inherent with his ass hole as well as the quite gamy sense of his balls. All in all, she was not turned off. In fact she seemed to be fired up by the degradation of it all. Her pussy was secreting even more pussy juices.
Now Madam Purée’s senses were also taking her to the edge of her control. She was about to come. Her pussy lips were vibrating like a violin string. She controlled herself more than any other woman could have done but it was still evident to Linda and the man that Madam Purée was about to have a magnificent orgasm. Linda immediately pushed her lips and tongue further in to Madam Purée’s nether hole. The man had seen Madam come before and he wondered if Linda was up to the task ahead of her.
Linda was up to the task. She swallowed with great vigor. She even began protruding her tongue up further in to the vagina – almost as though she were trying to draw out more fluids. Linda would have never thought that she could swallow anything this copious with such relish. She was truly inspired!
Now whilst all of this was going on with Madam Purée, Linda and the man were having their own experiences of ecstasy. The man’s dick had been skillfully massaged by the inner linings of Madam Purée’s rectum. She was milking his dick like a farmer’s milking machine. And, his dick was responding accordingly.
Also, Linda was experiencing the height of Madam Purée’s powers with her tongue. Madam had kicked her tongue up into high gear and Linda’s cunt felt as though it was being attacked by something greater than any dick could have produced.
The end result of all of these feelings was that while Madam Purée was coming, Linda and the man were coming at the same time in waves of orgasms that were simply beyond anything that any language’s vocabulary could describe. Three naked people, nay, three naked animals were coming in giant throes of orgasms that made them look like one monster with six legs, six arms, and four tits thrashing around as though demon-possessed! It was a hell of a sight!
Finally they collapsed together – Madam Purée atop Linda. The man falling forward onto the back of Madam Purée – his dick receding slightly while still inside her marvelous ass hole. Linda’s mouth was open wide as her lungs were sucking in air – trying to make up for the deficit of oxygen that had just been expended.
The man pulled out his dick – pulling
a mixture of his cum and her ass-holdings along the way. The cum/shit
cocktail fell on to the chin of Linda.
Then his semi-erect dick was directly above her sweaty face. She knew what to do. She reached upward with her head and
enveloped his coated dick with her lips.
Using her lips and her tongue, she gleefully cleaned his tool – bringing
it to a state of pristine cleanliness.
He was happy! Linda’s
resurrection to a new being was still evolving as he wanted.
Madam Purée and the man rose to their feet and stared down at the bitch/cunt. They smiled because they knew what was about to happen.
Unfortunately for Linda, the numbness was completely gone from her arms and legs. This was unfortunate because the numbness was being replaced by monumental pain! Madam Purée was proving to be a prophetess. She had said there would be pain and, indeed, there was pain – pain that almost no one had ever encountered.
Linda tried to thrash about as though the movement would eliminate the pain. It didn’t. The rest of Linda’s body was floundering like a huge fish that had just been landed.
Madam Purée took the heels of her hands and clapped them together on Linda’s temples. It was as though Linda had been struck simultaneously with two ball peen hammers. Of course, she immediately lost consciousness. She stopped thrashing about!
When Linda regained consciousness, her world had been turned upside down. Well – actually – her emotional and sexual life had been in a state of turning upside down for the past eight and a half days. Now she was really and truly, physically upside down.
She was hanging upside down by two cords that were secured around her ankles. The cords were far enough apart so as to spread her legs wide apart, exposing her groin and her ass. Her face was incredibly red from the blood flow that had gone to her head. Her saggy tits were now displaying all of their sagginess as they flopped downward, almost reaching beyond her face. Linda’s hands were secured behind her back.
Linda knew now she was in trouble! Hell, she had been in trouble from day one of her captivity but now she knew her trouble would reach new heights – or depths in her case.
Linda had been secured at a height that took her face directly in front of Madam Purée’s cunt which was only inches from Linda’s face. Linda could smell the sex. Because Linda was this close, she could not see what Madam Purée was doing or holding above her waist. Linda was about to find out.
Madam Purée had in her two hands a one inch-thick rod that was made of hard, black rubber. The rod was about four feet long. Madam raised the rod well above her head and with one single motion brought it viciously down on to Linda’s pussy. The rod whistled as it flew through the air. It landed with a splat, parting Linda’s surprised pussy lips and moving down directly into the moist slit. The splat, however, was drowned out by the sound of Linda’s scream!
“Oowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!
Before Linda could even finish the scream, Madam Purée was reining blows down on to the pained pussy! Linda’s screams were now reverberating off of the walls. The pain was beyond any imagination she could have ever contrived. Her pussy was being ruined, she knew. The lips were swelling up! The hood ring was being driven down on to Linda’s clit! However, she felt no orgasm because the pain superceded anything else that her body might have experienced or expressed. Linda’s voice was actually becoming hoarse from the animal sounds that escaped her lips. Animal sounds that truly were animalistic and nowhere near to anything human!
While Madam Purée was doing this, she never even broke a sweat or increased her respiratory rate. She truly was a remarkable specimen of physicality! Furthermore, her face never changed expression. She did not exhibit joy – exhilaration – pleasure – NOTHING!
The man was in awe. He had brought her in because he knew he could never match her pain administration. He didn’t want to ever get to that point!
Then, Madam hunkered down before Linda so that their faces were just inches apart. Linda’s face was a hell of a sight. Tears flooded from her eyes and dribbled down across her forehead and into her hair. Snot was running from her nose. Drool was flowed freely from her mouth. The mixture of snot and drool also flowed down her face and into her hair, stopping at her eyes along the way. As she sobbed, Madam Purée spoke.
“Tomorrow you will be spending the days licking a plethora of balls. It is not enough that you do so from coercion. You must do them because you love to lick balls.”
Linda spoke through her sobs, “I will lick them. I will love to lick them! Just don’t beat me anymore!”
Madam Purée: “No. You are saying that to avoid pain. You must convince me that you really, truly, thoroughly, love to lick balls!”
Linda: “But how can I convince you beyond telling you?”
Madam Purée: “I will know!”
Madam stood as Linda bleated out partitions of her love to lick balls. Madam was not swayed.
For the next four hours she beat Linda over every sensitive part of her body. And, she knew all of the sensitive parts. She knew when Linda was approaching a state of unconsciousness and she backed off just enough to prohibit Linda from slipping in to a state of dark bliss.
During all of this time, Linda was begging, imploring, screaming, and trying to convince her abuser that she loved to lick balls. Finally, she was reduced to a state of a human blob of sagging tits and pudgy body. She had reached her limit. Her body was a tableau of black, blue, yellow, and purple. Yet not a single inch of skin had been broken. It truly was the work of an artist!
First, Madam Purée cut the cords that secured Linda’s hands. Linda’s hands flopped downward toward the floor, useless!
Madam again hunkered down in front of Linda’s face. “Do you really, truly, love to lick balls?”
Linda spoke with childlike sincerity, “I really, truly, love to lick balls. I know I do. It will be my livelong ambition!”
Somehow, there was a different note to her voice. It was a note of true sincerity.
Madam Purée recognized the validity of her voice and her words. She said, “You will continue to hang thusly until tomorrow morning. Then, you will be presented with an eight hour line of testicles.”
Day 9 had ended.
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