Sarah under Control

SARAH UNDER CONTROL

Sarah walked to work that beautiful summer morning just as she did every morning. She walked with the sort of grace and confidence that could only come from knowing men enjoyed watching her. Even into her 40s, she still turned heads. When she had married Pete, some 20 years earlier, she had been a stunner, with breasts that stopped traffic, but now, all those years down the line, her regime of fitness, horse riding , healthy eating, and most importantly dressing the part, meant that she was still able to enjoy  many an admiring glance as she headed towards the insurance office where she worked.

Her breasts bounced ever so slightly under the satin camisole that she wore this morning. She always favoured camisoles over bras, which she felt compromised the natural curve of her best assets-indeed ,she only ever wore bras for riding and other sporty activities ,allowing her fabulous chest to be the shape nature intended the rest of the time. She wasn’t an out and out exhibitionist, or at least that was what she told herself. She would never consider wearing anything see-through enough to show even a hint of nipple, but she did like dressing to please-it made her feel good.

Her long blonde hair bounced seductively in curls on her shoulders as she turned into Bond Street, smiling inwardly as two suited city guys visibly turned their heads to watch her as she glided past. She hoped they enjoyed the view of her rear as much, as she ever so slightly wiggled her pert ass under her silk summerweight dress, hoping she hadn’t overdone it and seemed flirty. She loved the flimsiness of summer clothes, but not for the first time thought that her watchers would have enjoyed the view that much more in the winter, when she wore sheer stockings under her tight business suit, as she always did.

Sarah continued to reflect on the fact that she always dressed to please; both herself and her admirers; and yet her husband Pete constantly complained that she had a very low libido, and wished dearly that her sexuality would match her looks. She didn’t set out to be that way, but it had always been the case. She loved being admired, looking good, being desired; but just wasn’t especially sexual. Sure, she enjoyed the sex she allowed Pete a couple of times a week if he was lucky, but she could take it or leave it, and was at a loss to understand why he always wanted more from her. It had been quite a problem in the early years, but Pete had grown into acceptance now, contenting himself with the fact that he had a beautiful wife, who loved him very much.

She smiled again at the way her life had settled into the routine that she wanted   ( adoring husband with a good job who pandered to her every need) as she made the final turn into the street in which she worked, passing the busy street café where executives stoked up on designer coffees before facing the corporate day. She noticed the big black man with the shaved head watching her-at least she fancied he was watching her, but it was hard to tell behind those designer shades. He had been there a few mornings just recently, and always the shades made it impossible to be sure – maybe she just hoped he was?..no that was silly; she wasn’t attracted to black men.

Banishing such silly concepts from her mind, she turned into the foyer of her office and prepared to take the day on.

Winston watched Sarah very carefully as she undulated past. Her magnificent chest trembled ever so slightly under the silk that encased it as she walked. Her breasts defied gravity in a way they had no right to at her age. Yes, he knew her age. He knew her name. He even knew where she lived. Winston had made a point of finding out everything he could about Sarah since the first time she had flaunted that beautiful

chest at him so disrespectfully. Winston was used to having women treat him with the kind of utter respect and hunger that a sexual athlete such as he commanded. Women fell over themselves to catch his eye, and  queued up for his attention. He was unused to being teased by a woman who in his eye thought she was better than him. He had made his mind up the first time she had teased him with her pale skin and Caucasian breasts, he would teach her just how superior he was to her in every respect. Sarah was going to learn to worship black meat, not treat it with disdain.

He had one of the brothers follow her to work the second time he had noticed her. He was pleased to learn that the street café afforded an ideal surveillance position for him to occupy as he planned his operation. Leroy was a smart tail, and she never noticed him, not even when he followed her home to her smart 4 bed detached home in the suburbs in which she and Pete took so much pride. Nor did Pete notice him as he clocked his journey to work one morning, and more importantly back home that evening, where he stopped at the same bar every evening for an hour’s beer and chat before headed home for supper prepared so dutifully by the divine Sarah.

Winston was especially excited this morning though-he felt a knot of anticipation in his muscular stomach as he watched Sarah disappear into her insurance building. Leroy had called him on his cellphone earlier- Sarah had slipped up! As Leroy had followed her yesterday morning, she had fumbled in her purse , and had dropped something on the sidewalk. Leroy had grinned from ear to ear as he had picked it up and discovered it was her bank book. Not her checks, but the credit slips that were used to pay into their joint checking account. This was what they needed-Winston could now achieve the level of control he needed to subjugate her in the way she so blatantly needed.

Leroy sat next to Winston at the café and ordered a cappuccino as he presented his friend with the prize. Winston’s face split from ear to ear in a grin that promised his ship had truly come in. he opened his case and pulled out a large wad of cash. His good friend Kenny had been busted by the narcotics squad and was headed for a spell in the pen. He was a drug dealer with whom Winston did business, and the cash was the proceeds of a deal they had closed shortly before the bust. Normally,Winston would  have sat on the cash until Kenny was out, but now he had a much better use for it. He filled in the credit slip to the value of $25,000, and carefully copied Sarah’s signature from the delivery slip she had unwittingly signed for Leroy as he had delivered the stationery later yesterday morning. She had been a little confused when her boss had denied ordering any stationery, but had quickly dismissed the incident as trivial.

He told Leroy that, after his coffee, he was to go to Sarah’s branch of the First National bank and make the deposit. With luck, the busy cashier would have no reason to notice that the signature was of one of their lady customers, not of the large rastsa who was presenting the payment, and the dirty money would be in Pete and Sarah’s account. Winston sat back and admired the signature-it was a good match. In a short while, Leroy would do the deed, and Sarah’s journey would have started.

Later that day, Winston walked into the bar that Pete used every evening on his way home from work. He was dressed to blend in, so was barely recognisable as the sharp suited cool brother from the street café who treated bling as if it was tastefully designed with him in mind . It was important that Pete assumed he was just another dude grabbing a beer on his way home from work when he engaged him in casual conversation.

Around 5.30PM, a white guy around 45 of average build and dressed in a manner that white guys were foolish enough to think was smart entered the bar, and Winston recognised him immediately from the picture Leroy had taken on his cellphone outside their home a couple of weeks ago. Pete ordered a beer, and greedily devoured half of it in one thirsty pull-clearly he had had a hard day. Winston picked up his strategically empty glass and approached the bar next to Pete’s stool for a refill.

“That looked like it hit the spot”, observed the ebony giant who had suddenly filled the next stool. His shoulders were so wide he had to sit at an angle to avoid crowding Pete’s space. Pete turned to face his new bar companion and, with a smile, downed the other half and said “Yeah, you could say that…glad today is over”

Winston paid the barkeep for his refill, and gestured to Pete to join him. The ice was broken ,and the two men began the time honoured process of beer bonding.

As Pete chatted to him, Winston kept wondering what a class act like Sarah saw in this ineffectual, but pleasant enough white pencil dick. He was a touch overweight, with a belly that reflected his love of early evening beer, and whilst he wasn’t exactly small, he was a pale unathletic dwarf by the side of the black giant who slowly but subtly delved into his private life whilst plotting the absolute subjugation of his wife.

After a couple more beers, Winston felt Pete’s tongue was possibly loose enough to broach the subject of his marital status. Gambling on the fact that someone as average as Pete would be only to happy to boast about his lovely wife, Winston said, as casually as he could muster, “ so is the wife expecting you home for dinner?”

Pete became visibly animated, as he started gushing about what a wonderful cook Sarah was, and rather unconvincingly professed to having her “well trained” in that she allowed him pub time every night on his way home. Winston stifled a smile at the irony of those words. Pete opened his wallet, and offered a photo…a cute one of Sarah striking a coy pose.

“very nice piece of ass, if you don’t mind me saying so”, ventured Winston, hoping he hadn’t been overzealous with his choice of words. Pete looked momentarily shocked, and then smiled broadly as he replied  “ You think so?…yeah, she is gorgeous, but sadly it’s mostly ornamental”. Winston appeared to be surprised, and offered more beer, as he sought to dig deeper.

It transpired that many years of drinking too heavily had lowered Pete’s alcohol tolerance, and a couple of beers more had him talking intimately to Winston about Sarah as if he had known him for years. He explained that he had fallen for Sarah the first time he had seen her –an 18 year old with boobs that seemed impossibly firm for their size, and an overall beauty that made everyone in the room want her. They had been together ever since, but her sexual appetite had fallen disappointingly short of his expectations. Sure, for the first few months he was able to fuck her whenever he wanted ,but despite her half hearted efforts at pretence, she didn’t enjoy it and faked her orgasms. She also had never sucked cock , and only did so reluctantly, and any mention of anal sex was dismissed as “out of the question” Pete was initially concerned that he was doing something wrong, but they discussed it together, and Sarah admitted that she had always been that way, and quite simply thought that sex was overrated. For years, Pete persevered, trying everything..sex aids, lingerie, all manner of foreplay, but eventually the truth was undeniable-Sarah enjoyed loving cuddly sex once a week (but never came), but would not be especially sad if she never had sex again. Fair play to her, she had taught herself to give head, and had become quite good at it ,but she was only doing it for him, and always spat rather that swallowed. Discussion about deep throat and anal sex continued to fall on deaf ears, and eventually Pete had learned to be grateful for what he had..a beautiful wife, who dressed sexily, sucked his cock occasionally rather well, and let him fuck her most weekends.

He mentioned that she enjoyed dressing to please, and that he felt she may be a mild exhibitionist, but then he mentioned the part that interested Winston more than he dared let on. He had often wondered why, despite Sarah’s flimsy silk tops and no bra, he never caught any hint of nipple action-well, Pete was about to explain exactly why.

Apparently, the most startling part of her spectacular breasts was her nipples. He went on to describe how her aureolae were fully 3 inches across, but laid totally flat, with  just a hint of nipple unless cold, when the nipple became a little more pronounced and the aureolae  pimply. He said it was a source of constant frustration to him that her nipples were totally insensitive; indeed Sarah confessed that she had no particular sensations when he sucked them, which he used to do avidly in hope of a reponse, and his biggest wish was that she could  learn to enjoy nipple stimulation and that they should respond accordingly by becoming erect and aroused.

Winston was torn between fascination at how perfect his new blank canvas was turning out to be, and contempt for this man who would so happily discuss his wife so intimately with a stranger in return for a few beers; and at that moment and sympathy he had for the nightmare he was about to inflict on this white wimp vanished for ever.. The die had been cast…Sarah’s life would change forever starting tomorrow morning. She had a long journey ahead, and Winston was looking forward to every minute!

Winston paid his check, and got up to leave. As he left, he patted Pete on the shoulder, saying “Nice to meet you buddy. Enjoy your meal, and give my love to Sarah”. He smiled as he left at just how prophetic those parting shots were to become.

The following morning, Sarah was strutting her stuff headed to work, when she sensed more than saw a largish man move silently up to her shoulder. “excuse me Miss, do you have a moment?” she heard, and turned to see this huge bald black man, dressed like something from the designer showrooms of Hollywood, looking down at her. Smiling her sweetest smile at this monster, who ought to intimidate her, but for some reason made her feel inquisitive, she asked him how she could help. Winston reached into the pocket of his immaculate suit and flashed her a tin shield. “Detective Winston Ellis, Ma’am..We need to talk”

Gambling successfully that she would be too shocked to ask to see the tin closely, he returned it to his pocket, and suggested that they should grab a coffee at the street café across the street, and discuss things. Feeling a little numb, not a little surprised that a detective could afford threads like that, and oddly compliant to this huge man, she meekly accompanied him to a vacant table ,and waited while he ordered for them, not even questioning when he ordered for her without checking.

When the waiter had left, Winston played his trump card.

“Have you read reports in the press recently of a drugs bust involving a local dealer called Kenny Lloyd, Ma’am?” Sarah nodded that she had, looking confused. “ Well, I am the investigating officer on that case Ma’am, and I have to tell you that we are at a loss to explain the lack of cash found at the site of the bust, given the size deals Kenny was prone to. We have offered a plea bargain to Kenny for a reduced sentence if he co-operates regarding the missing cash. He has agreed to co-operate, and has indicated that he bought a large quantity of cocaine from your husband recently-$25,000 dollars worth to be precise, which he paid for in cash . After further investigation, your bank inform us that a cash deposit of that same amount was made into your joint checking account yesterday, and the signature of the slip appears to be yours. Do you have anything to say?” He almost felt sorry for her as he watched her pretty face drain of what little color it had, and her jaw drop open. Almost, but given what the future held, not quite. As she spluttered and stammered her predictable denials to him, he held his hand up for silence, and was pleasantly surprised at the immediate response. He continued  “ naturally, I should arrest you at this point, and your husband, but I fail to see the point of sending you to the Pen when there are much better ways of teaching you a lesson. I am prepared to bury this, and explain Kenny’s missing cash away elsewhere, but in return, you must agree to submit to another form of retribution..one entirely divorced from the police department. Some friends of mine are keen to try a different form of ‘rehabilitation’ on a pretty white girl like you, and in return for your total co-operation, I can make this all go away. Anything other than your total compliance will result in the immediate arrest of your husband and yourself. Even if the charges don’t stick, you will both lose your jobs, your credibility, and your social standing-do I make myself clear?”

Sarah gulped  and nodded, but insisted that she had not paid any money into her bank.

“ I suggest you finish your coffee, leave and check your bank balance at the ATM on your way to work, Sarah…you don’t mind if I call you Sarah, do you? When you see that the deposit happened, you are to go to work, feign sickness ,and go to the doctors’. You will say whatever is necessary to have him certificate 2 weeks sick leave for you..stress, whatever. You will then dress for work as normal tomorrow, and meet me here at 9 AM. You will say ”I am yours to rehabilitate, Sir”, and we will go to the place where your initial training will take place each day. We will make a decision on if 2 weeks is long enough as your training develops. You will return to your husband each evening as if you had been to work, and behave as if all is normal. You will tell him that you have to work for the next 2 weekends, although you will be home for the evenings. He will not be aware of any change in your lives at this point, although he will become involved eventually. You should be aware that this training will change your outlook on life irreversibly and radically, although if you respond as we hope you will, your normal life can continue to run in parallel with suitable care.

Do I make myself clear, Sarah?”

Sarah flushed and mumbled an unconvinced “yes”, and tried to finish her coffee in a dignified manner before rushing off presumably to the ATM to prove that she had not gone mad and this was all a joke.

Winston watched her hurry away, and licked his lips in anticipation of finally realising his long held ambition- to take a classy white beauty and turn her into an at first reluctant ,but eventually dedicated black cock slut.

Sarah sat in the doctor’s waiting room, reflecting on the events of the day..so much had happened. She had nearly fainted when the ATM flashed up her balance….she knew she had not made the deposit, but when detective Ellis said her signature was on the slip, she had no reason to doubt him-it was easy enough to check. The inevitable explanation was that someone had framed her. It couldn’t be Pete-he was devoted to her in his own hopeless way, so someone else was guilty. She therefore saw two alternatives-go along with Detective Ellis’s deal, and hope that the misunderstanding resolved itself and she could excuse herself from the arrangement, or risk her and Pete going to prison. She was not sure exactly what Ellis’s arrangement involved, but she had shivered as he outlined it to her in a way that implied they both knew it was sexual. She wasn’t interested in sex, so maybe she could just close her mind to it and ignore it…after all, she had been doing something similar at home for 20 years…it had to be better than prison, and if she was a good girl it might not last long. The thought of sex with anyone other than Pete appalled her, but so did losing the quality of her life. All in all, she found there was only one decision, and thus she sat in the doctor’s waiting to give the acting performance of her life in convincing him she was too stressed to work.

She would be really nice to Pete this evening…maybe let him fuck her and respond a bit, or maybe even suck his cock..anything to assuage the guilt she would feel about her meeting tomorrow.

It was mixed feelings that Sarah prepared for work. She had offered herself to Pete wantonly, by her standards, the previous evening, mostly out of guilt!..but he had been to the pub again ,and was too drunk to respond-maybe she had never noticed before ,but it seemed to be a trend?

She pondered on what to wear, but eventually decided that controlling a situation was best achieved by feeling good, so she perfumed her perfect pale body and pulled on her best damson camisole and French panties..a present from Pete..the finest satin that showed her breasts off to perfection.

She slipped the tactile floral print silk dress over her body (it was summer after all) and resigned herself to the fact that she was going to sort this misunderstanding out. The gorgeous (did she say that) black detective couldn’t hurt her too badly..he probably only wanted a blow job, and the rest of the scenario was just scare tactics. She kept telling herself as she postured her legendary chest and headed ,not to work, but to the café.

Winston had been busy. He knew his prey was hooked, and had been preparing for her attendance in the rooms above Ceebert’s tattoo shop just off Bond street in which he was a principal investor.

The recently incarcerated Kenny was not just a drug dealer, but an amateur apothecary who thought he was the ultimate pharmacist. In the effects Winston had acquired since Kenny’s apprehension, there was not just coke, speed, etc, but some  radical new stuff which he had been experimenting with. As Winston laid out the chemicals that would become Sarah’s life blood over the next two weeks, he pondered their viability. First and foremost was the psychedelic suggestion enhancer that Kenny had toured mushroom plantations  across the globe to perfect-still in the embryonic stage, but full of promise ,he had said. Also in there were vials of diazepam, for muscle relaxing and sedation, rohypnol for compliance, and a whole range of neurone stimulants all designed to over-sensitise the flesh. If Sarah thought her penance was to be simple, then later today she would realise the error of her ways. Syringes and sterile packed needles laid dormant in the surgical steel trays that she would soon be all too familiar with. One last look and he was happy that all was in place, and he checked his attire (super cool as usual) and headed for the café.

Sarah walked her usual route to work. Normally she was enjoying the male attention  she usually attracted, but this was different-she had a knot in her stomach that was probably (and ought to be) fear, but there was something else…she couldn’t put her finger on it. As she neared the café, she saw Winston sat there, cool as you like, looking for all the world like coercing married white women was the most natural thing in the world. Not at all like a detective ,but she had seen the badge, so it must be OK. As she approached, she felt warm and glad that she had worn her best damson satin.. and then wondered why, and shelved the thought as inappropriate.

She sat down opposite the huge black man and said, as she had rehearsed, “ I am Yours to rehabiliate , Sir”. Despite her continued mental preparation for this moment, she flushed red as she said it-all her life men had fought for her attention, and this was alien and unwelcome-but still she flushed like a bride.

Winston smiled that smile that only power can bring , and  said “ I am pleased to see you. Sarah, and glad that you thought this through. Your journey starts here, and can be as easy or as difficult as you make it-now follow me, but two steps behind me where a white girl belongs”.

Confused, but mesmerised by the absolute certainty in his voice, she raised her silken clad ass from the chair and followed him to her destiny.

A few blocks later, they arrived at Ceebert’s tattoo shop. Sarah was aware of its existence, but never expected to visit it. It looked kind of seedy, but modern at the same time. As they entered the shop, a bell tinkled, and two huge black men appeared to greet them. Winston smiled, and said “ Sarah; this is Leroy, who has been a larger part of you life so far than you can imagine, and the other rasta is Ceebert,who is joint owner of this shop with me, and whose influence on your life is about to begin. Their rasta dreadlocks merely reflect the fact that they have yet to appreciate the quality that baldness brings…something else you will learn about in time.

Sarah took in all that was said and visibly trembled. This was a mistake-a game that she no longer wished to play, and she went to run for the door in her panic. Huge black paws gripped her little white shoulders through the flimsy dress, as Winston said “ you have started the journey now. you no longer have the right of choice”

She was firmly but gently guided up the stairs. Her urge to panic rose-what the fuck had she let herself in for? Tattooists and rastas shaping her future? Suddenly the nice tingly feelings she had tried to deny about meeting Winston vanished in blind hysteria as she totally lost it and struggled to break free and escape this nightmare , but the black hands on her shoulders were as unyielding as steel. “ don’t worry, Sarah, we’ll give you something in a moment to help you through the early stages shortly” boomed Winston as they reached the first floor above Ceebert’s tattoo, which was to become Sarah’s training suite..

As she was led into the first room on the floor, Sarah felt a sense of capture. Nothing finite, apart from the big black men between her and the doorway, but there was a sense of finality about this place-her life was going to change here, and she knew it. Winston gestured to the other two to leave, and she was left alone with him in a tastefully decorated room, containing a steel table which seemed to contain a lot of superfluous medical paraphanalia, some exquisite Warhol prints, and a medieval looking upright stock arrangement with two large steel cups between the arm holes in place of the usual head hole. The contraption was also higher than regular stocks. She flinched as he approached her. She felt his power, as he whispered in her ear…

“Sarah, a lot of things are going to happen to you, both today and in the future. You life as you know it is over. I will explain all to you shortly, but it is lot to take in, so I have decided to give you some help? Our mutual friend Kenny left me some interesting potions, most of which I intend to familiarise you with. In the first instance, I intend to give you a drug that increases suggestibility. It was developed for the CIA for use in brainwashing and interrogation, Kenny jokingly calls it complyormone. It has a cumulative effect, but for the sake of expediency, I will give you a double does now, and then we will dose you daily to give the cumulative effect. Contrary to popular rumours, there is no such thing as a mind control drug..this one simply enhances your susceptibility to suggestion. We will be making a lot of suggestions to you over the next 2 weeks, all of which will come to pass whether you accept them or not. This is simply to make the passage easier. Eventually you will accept all of our methods naturally, indeed crave them, but for the moment, Kenny’s potion will make it easier for you..now remove your clothes and prepare yourself”

Sarah’s panic had now grown into full fledged dread..what was she doing here?..she had done nothing wrong, but was merely trying to protect her and Pete’s interests. This was more than that though..why did they want her to disrobe in a room full of drugs and hypodermic syringes?..why was that peculiar apparatus there?..She sobbed loudly in resignation,at which point Winston smacked her lovely face hard, twice..once in each direction.

“understand this, Sarah” he boomed “ this will happen with or without your consent. We will try and help your journey, if you comply. You have a massive journey ahead. Be a good girl, strip, and place your breasts on the steel cradle that you must have seen as you entered the room”.

The power in his voice was intoxicating- despite her fears, Sarah stripped, first  slipping the silk dress over her slender shoulders, revealing the damson satin lingerie beneath. Winston smiled at the wisdom of his his choice, as he reluctantly gestured for her to remove them.

She shimmered out of her silkies, and stood, as nature intended, in front of the ebony monster.. He had to stifle a gasp at quite how magnificent her lily-white skin was…if only she knew quite how literally she had bcome his blank canvas. He simply inclined his head towards the upright steel double cradle between the stocks, sensing that she would know what to do. With sob of resignation, Sarah approached the contraption.

Winston had been prepared to see spectacular breasts, but even he was gobsmacked. These were the breasts of a teenager on a 40 year old chest, but more significantly the nipples!..they were amazing! However much the wimp Pete had eulogized about them, they exceeded his expectations. They were truly 3 inches across, and the most wonderful shade of baby pink imaginable. It was unthinkable that these beauties were insensitive, and in the only addendum to his plan subsequent to his meeting with the hapless Pete, those pink lovelies had an agenda all of their own now.

Sarah sobbingly approached the stocks, pathetically hoping that some sympathy would end her nightmare. Winston took her pale slender arms firmly, and attached them to the loops at the end of the apparatus, strapping them in firmly. He then scooped her lovely breasts into the steel cups that lay between the arm restraints, so that her chest was presented to him in a way that she had no control over whatsoever. As a final restraint, he fastened a wide leather belt across her slender back that held her breasts firmly into the stocks  She wriggled and  convulsed beautifully in her bondage, but the breasts stayed put.

He stood back and surveyed her, then spoke with gravitas. “ Sarah, you may not realise it yet, but you are a black cock whore, and always have been. I have monitored the way you flaunt your pretty white body at me and others, and am convinced I am right. Your journey, which starts here, will convince you of this and more. You will be taken to the cleansing room, and then to the training room shortly; a routine that you will become familiar with- but on this, your first day, I will give you some help. Kenny left me some interesting stuff to play with, and we are going share to that experience”.

Winston walked over to the steel apparatus and slowly filled two large syringes. The needles he attached were not small. As he approached the trembling Sarah he said” this syringe contains the complyormone-it vastly enhances the subject’s vulnerability to suggestion. As I have already explained, the effect is cumulative. The second syringe contains diazepam, which you may know as Valium?

It is a generic tranquilliser, which you may need, and muscle relaxant, which you will definitely need. These are just a few of the drugs we shall use in your training, as you will come to appreciate. You must be wondering exactly what your journey entails?..that will be fully explained to you during the course of today’s instruction. But first the injections”

As Sarah steeled herself for the inevitable needles, she clenched her arm muscles in protest..but after Winston had prepared both syringes by evacuating any remaining air into atmosphere, he approached not her arm, but her breasts!

“Nooooo,she cried..not there,please,I beg you”..inject my arms. my arse, anywhere but there?

“Why not?,according to your wimp husband they are totally insensitive” replied Winston, as he greedily kneaded her tit flesh whilst offering the syringes menacingly.The mouth wateringly soft pale globes easily filled even his massive hands.

The penny dropped for Sarah…he had spoken with Pete..he knew her innermost secrets. She had been set up, and now there was no escape.

Winston smiled again, realising that a little switch had tripped in Sarah’s awareness. He  loomed over her with the first, the alarmingly large psychedelic syringe and  masterfully and without ceremony inserted the long thick steel needle deep into the meat of her nipple. Sarah squirmed in what she anticipated as agony as the needle invaded her precious breast, but was surprised that the pain was minimal, and the sensation focussing..but she was not sure on what? The fact remained that 2 inches of alien steel was in her left breast, injected towards her sternum as if following her milk ducts. She watched Winston’s eyes as he pressed the plunger…she felt a strange warmness spread from her breast to her soul as he pressed..not warm enough to assuage her terror, but it helped. The pinkness of her huge aueola was briefly compromised as a whiteness took over due to the fluid invasion ,but the beautiful rosiness soon returned as the passage of the fluid was overWhen the syringe was empty, he discarded it and reached for the other, diazepam filled one.As he grasped her right breast firmly, and inserted the needle deep into her tit meat, she  felt surprised at how much less unpleasant this one was compared to the first..she was confused, as the drugs did their work.

She heard Winston say in the distance, although in reality he was next to her “ Sarah, you must realize that your nipples will become a most important factor in your training, just how important will be revealed later on after cleansing..but you should know now that you will have many and varied injections over the coming two weeks, all of which will be administered in your nipples, they could be anywhere, but your continued denial of any sensation there requires me to educate you otherwise. Later in your training, you will be offered injections elsewhere, but it is my desire and belief that by then you will crave them in your nipples and nowhere else”.

As the diazepam warmed Sarah’s terrified psyche, the import of Winston’s words sunk in….this was real, and she was their toy.

She felt kind of detached from reality as Winston lead her to the cleansing room Her nipples throbbed, which was a first, as she had never previously experienced any sensation there, but despite her light headedness, her fear at what awaited her in the next room was very real. She hadn’t been naked in front of anyone else since her wedding night, let alone had her prime assets forcibly injected whilst under restraint. This was a lot of punishment very soon and her fuddled brain was struggling to process it all. Winston had promised an explanation after “ cleansing”, so at least she would soon know more about her fate?

As Winston opened the door to the cleansing room, the first thing Sarah saw was Leeroy stood there, smiling, wearing what appeared to be a latex apron. As she looked around the warm and brightly lit room, she focussed on a steel table with a drain at one end, not dissimilar to those that you see in dog grooming parlours , but with the major difference that this one also contained steel stirrups , a headrest, and straps at various intervals along its length. There was also a set of headphones, some very funky looking colored lights that were at present out, and various trolleys containing a selection of instruments and bottles. She gulped at the steel table and the stirrups, and her inner instincts urged her to flee, but as her body went to respond, the drugs, which were by now coursing through her body, dulled the response into resigned apathy. Her belly tingled with trepidation (at least she assumed that was what it was), but she remained stood there, awaiting instruction like a lamb to the slaughter. Winston walked over to the first trolley, and picked up the headphones, which were cordless and lightweight. He returned to Sarah and put them on her head. They were light as a feather, and  it would be very easy to forget that she had them on. Then Winston spoke.

“Sarah, you should be able to hear me despite the headphones-they are designed with that in mind. You will by now be feeling the effects of the drugs that we have given you to help you on your journey. When the CIA developed Comlyormone, they found that it’s power to impart suggestion was greatly enhanced my a series of psychedelic noises and lights. As certain parts of your training happen, you will hear a series of suggestions in your headset, and the accompanying noise and light show may make you feel a little queasy initially, but do not fear, it will pass quickly. E shall fit a pulse monitor to your neck so that the effects can harmonise with your body rhythms Now climb up onto the table and Leroy will show you what to do. He may decide to restrain you during these early stages, but we hope and believe that this will not be required for long.”

Sarah climbed nervously onto the table, and Leroy indicated that she should at first crouch down on her knees, with her ass in the air, her breasts flat on the table and her head on the headrest. She shuffled into place, and as Leroy busied himself buckling straps behind her knees and around her wrists, Winston again spoke.

“I have spoken with your wimp about your inability to derive pleasure from pussy sex. You will learn quickly that this is because you were not designed to be a pussy girl, you have always been destined to be an ass girl” Sarah gasped, and started to protest but again the drugs subdued the response. Her eyes remained wide, as Leroy tightened buckles,and Winston continued “ It is no coincidence that black men only take white girls anally. Only this way can the slut fully appreciate the enormity and power of black cock. They say you never know how big a cock is until it has been in your ass, and you will soon understand that completely. The fact that you have always steadfastly refused to allow anyone to approach your anus is simply proof that you have up until now been in denial that you are a black cock slut in waiting. From this day  hence, you will only be penetrated  anally or orally. The only exception in the short term is that you will still be permitted pussy sex with your wimp husband. When the time comes that you understand your status as an anally exclusive slut, you will ask us to close your pussy for access altogether, and Ceebert will grant you your request. We will never ask you to make this step-you will ask us when you are ready..and you will ask us!”

Leroy tightened the last buckle, smacked her ass playfully, and let her become accustomed to the restraint as he fetched a floor mounted anglepoise inspection lamp, and a razor, towel and shaving foam. Winston continued “ Leroy is going to shave your anus now, Sarah. We do not permit any hair below the neck on our white sluts, and you will quickly adjust to this.” Sarah felt the heat on her ass as Leroy switched the lamp on, and winced as he parted her ass cheeks to reveal the sweetest little rosebud he had ever seen winking at him in shyness. He applied a liberal coating of shaving foam, and  very carefully shaved all around her pretty little anus, as Winston explained  “ in order for your ass to become our pussy, it needs to become spotlessly clean deep inside. You have yet to understand the depths to which you will be used in time, and you will need to become accustomed to the fact that your days of defecating in the traditional way are over. Leroy will administer a series of increasingly deep enemas in a moment, which will leave you spotlessly clean inside for a good 24 hours. Since you will undergo this process every morning for the next 2 weeks, the need to shit will not occur. As your training advances, you will learn to perform the process on yourself each morning, indeed you will come to love the process, considering it a way of showing your devotion, by preparing your ass-pussy so meticulously for us. When your two weeks initial training here is up, Ceebert will electrolyse you anal and pussy hairs so that no further shaving will be necessary, but for the moment the daily shaving ritual will develop intimacy between us.  Let’s see how Leroy is doing…oh yes, he’s finishing now. My, Sarah, what a divine anus you have…as sweet and baby pink as your lovely nipples, and oh so virginally tight. Ceebert will love decorating that in due course” Sarah’s eyebrows raised at that comment- what did he mean?…and her little rosebud winked and puckered in a futile attempt at resistance.

Leroy patted her anus dry with the towel, and  sprayed a sweet smelling and wonderfully cool eau de toilette in her to complete the ceremony. He then packed his shaving gear away, and wheeled in a tall stand with a hook and what looked like a hot water bottle on it, and then busied himself with assembling what he needed.

“While Leroy gets ready for your first enema, Sarah, I will explain further. Have you noticed the ring I wear on my little finger on my left hand? Leroy wears one also, as does Ceebert, and a few other brothers that you will meet. This ring symbolises membership of the brotherhood you now serve. Anyone who sports this ring, you will address as Master, and will afford them total respect. You will obey their every command, whatever the circumstances. You will also present your breasts to them on the command ‘Present breasts’ for injection, wherever you may be at the time. You may like to consider your wardrobe carefully to make this possible. Failure to comply with this, or any other order, will result in punishment, which will be demonstrated in due course. We have no wish to punish you, Sarah, and expect the need to be seldom. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, but surely you don’t expect….” She started, but was cut short as Winston bellowed “ Yes WHAT,slut?  Earning that first punishment really didn’t take very long did it?”

“Sorry, yes MASTER”  she sobbed, as the reality of the level of submission required right from the outset struck her hard.

“ You will learn quickly Sarah ,believe me “smiled Winston.

“ Leroy is going to put a nozzle in your anus now, Sarah. You will feel a little distension as he pumps it up to keep it in place, and then you will feel a warmth as the fluid enters your colon. The liquid is warm water, with a mild soap for cleansing, and one or two more of Kenny’s potions just to help you focus. The first enema will be 1 litre. The second will be 2 litres. The third, and deepest, will be 3 litres. You may eventually be given 4 litres, but not yet; your colon needs to adjust.”

She felt a coldness on her puckering rosebud, as Leroy applied some KY, slipping his finger into her previously virgin anus and rubbing the lube into her inner membranes with obvious relish. She winced at the unpleasantness of the invasion, but was please to note that the pain she always thought would accompany ass games did not happen.

Leroy popped the nozzle into Sarah’s ass, and gave the bulb a few squeezes to inflate it so it wouldn’t be expelled. Sarah gasped as her sphincter stretched accordingly. It felt like she needed to shit- most uncomfortable and not at all pleasant, but still no pain. Leroy connected pipes, and the walked round to her head, peeled the back from an adhesive electrode with a short wireless arial dangling from it like a mouse tail, and pressed it onto her pretty neck just over the carotid artery. He then stood back, looked at Winston, and, seeing his nod, opened the valve . Sarah was unprepared for the explosion of sensations. As she felt the warm inrush of fluid , the multicoloured lightshow started, a series of swooshing sounds pulsated in the headphones, and quite the most soothing voice she had ever heard started talking to her.

“Pleasure, Sarah, pleasure. Feels the waves of pleasure wash over you as the sensations of your colon being distended grow. Your masters are cleansing your large intestine so that you may offer it as a temple to them. You want to give them your ass; in fact you need to. Your anus is your new sexual centre. Pleasure, Sarah, feel the pleasure as your colon expands for your masters. Your ass-pussy exists for their pleasure and their pleasure is your pleasure. You will take anything in your ass they wish-there is no limit to how wide it will expand in response to their needs. You want your ass-pussy to become so elastic that it swallows their mammoth cocks whole without a second thought. The orgasms you will enjoy will make you lose consciousness such will be their intensity. You will take anything in your ass they ask. The larger it is ,the greater your pleasure. Pleasure Sarah, feel the pleasure as you fill with fluid. Your ass will look like a train just came out of it after your masters have used you , and you will revel in that fact. Your ass-pussy is your new pleasure centre Sarah..focus on it” The soothing voice washed over her, as the swooshing noise and the light show danced in her head in perfect balance with her pulse..it all became one giant throb, as she listened to the words in her head and began, remarkably, to relax. She felt the flow stop. The voice stopped, and the lights and noise stopped. She heard Winston tell Leroy to empty the first load straight away, as it would be unpleasant. The second and third could stay in a while as the voices spoke to her for longer.

Leroy grabbed a steel chute, and put it between Sarah’s legs. He then released the pressure in the plug, and popped it free. There a loud gurgle and the foul, lumpy, offensive water gushed from her, down the chute towards the drain at the end. As the flow eased, Leroy chased the residue down the drain with a shower attachment that hung from the edge of the table, and cleanliness was restored.

Leroy popped the nozzle back in, reflated it with several firm pumps, and attached a second, larger bag. As he opened the valve. Orchestra of sensations overwhelmed Sarah again, and the voice comforted her.

“ Pleasure, Sarah, pleasure” it said, as the lights and swooshing sound transported her to a safe place where the complyormone dwelt, and she focussed on the tide filling her colon for a second time, as the voice continued. “feel the pleasure flood into you in waves Sarah. The receptors in your bowel are waking up as your colon comes of age. The greatest pleasure centre in your body is learning what pleasure means. Orgasms start, grow and  finish here Sarah- can you feel how that might be?  Did you also know that your mouth and throat were pleasure centres Sarah? Your masters will also use your mouth and throat for their pleasure ,and their pleasure will become yours. Can you feel the waves of pleasure as your ass- pussy fills? Soon you will learn that the same waves of pleasure can be earned by allowing your mouth and slut throat to open as wide as they require. Did you know that every bodily fluid that your masters produce will give you pleasure to swallow, Sarah? Concentrate on the waves of pleasure, and imagine being in a place where your ultimate pleasure is to receive gladly into your mouth, throat ,and stomach whatever your masters present you with. This will come to pass Sarah,if you focus on the sensations you are now feeling. You will take an obsessional pride in your oral skills. It will become a mission to find new ways to pleasure your Masters with your mouth and throat. You will treat each oral act of service as a work of art, ensuring that it is a s visually beautiful as it  is in sensation. Pleasure Sarah, their pleasure is your pleasure. You will learn to crave both. You will beg for it. You will demean yourself in any way in your quest for pleasure. Feel the waves of noise and colour as your hear my words”

Suddenly, there was silence, and Leroy began the emptying process over again. The water this time was nearly clear. Sarah wondered if it really had been left in longer this time. She had been in another place with the voices, and had lost track of time.

However, as reality returned, so did horror. Throat sex? Anal sex? She couldn’t do such things…even on o normally endowed guy like Pete (or maybe she meant under-endowed) it was scary, but they were talking about things that she could never do even if she wanted. She started to protest, but remembered the threat of punishment, and the threat of Jail, and bit her lip. She heard Winston say “ the third enema will commence soon Sarah. You may have trouble accommodating one this large, so I shall massage your belly as the fluid enters you-however uncomfortable, you will take it all Sarah, so try and relax and it will be easier. Listen to the voices and relax-this is the last one for today.

As the noise and lights started again, the voice she was getting more used to than she would have liked cooed and purred about pleasure, ass, throat, mouth, pleasure ,never relenting ,but always soothing and reassuring, as she focussed as instructed on the sounds,the lights and the sensations of fullness in her colon. She felt Winston’s giant hand massaging her pale white stomach almost lovingly, as the cramps of overfullness started to seize her. “pleasure, ass, pleasure, ass, mouth, throat, pleasure” insisted the voice, as she became more and more grateful for Winston’s massage, as her colon threatened to distend her whole belly with its fullness. Then finally the influx stopped, the giant hand withdrew, and she was left alone with the voices and noise and lights as the fluid cleansed her bowel so deeply it was total. She remembered having to remind herself that this was wrong, and that she was not here by choice, when the noise and lights stopped, and Leroy released the third, giant enema in an explosion of crystal clear water that was a testimony to the inner cleanliness that was her colon’s new standard.

Winston stroked her hair, as he told her how proud he was of her performance, and Sarah surprised both of them with the ease with which she said “ thankyou Master” at his praise. She quickly told herself that it was fear of more punishment that had motivated her.

“One more procedure here, and we can unstrap you Sarah” he boomed, as Leroy, on cue, appeared with a black object like a large chess piece with a mouse tail similar  to the neck sensor hanging from the base. “Do you know what this is, Sarah?” he asked. “ “No Master”, she replied, mentally congratulating herself at remembering the correct address twice in a row.

“it is a remote control vibrating butt plug designed to stretch you anal sphincter Sarah. You will be wearing it from now until you return tomorrow morning. Your slut anus needs some preliminary work before we can consider fucking you there”

Sarah gasped loudly, and then sobbed…Nooo,it’s too big- I can’t I just can’t It must be 2 inches wide at the flared part, and 4 inches long. Please Master, I can’t”

Winston laughed “Sarah, this is the smallest one-you will wear three larger sizes before you are ready for black meat. It is 1 ¾ inches wide, and 5 inches long, and it is going in your ass now. The diazepam we gave you earlier will mean you can comfortably accommodate it as your first intruder.”

With that Leroy vanished behind her, and she felt the coldness of KY again being applied. Then something solid, a firm push, and the feeling of her anus being stretched wider than she ever imagined.. Just as it got scary, she must have reached the widest part, and it was almost as if her body claimed it as its own, as the sphincter sucked it in up to the flare. She was full! She thought she heard the soothing  words “ “Pleasure,Sarah”, as in went in, but there were no lights or swooshing noises, so maybe she imagined it? Being this full was uncomfortable, but again, no pain as such. Could she really wear this until tomorrow? Could she walk home, eat supper with Pete, and sleep next to him with this invader in her body and act normally? Wow, she never thought it would be like this.

Leroy unbuckled the straps, and Winston helped a weak Sarah sit up. It felt odd sitting with the plug in, but not intolerable..no doubt the diazepam made it so?

Winston rolled her over onto her back, and Leroy swung the stirrups into place. He lifted her legs, and strapped them into the stirrups, and then  swung them as wide apart as they would go. Sarah gasped, and lay her head back down on the headrest, as her pussy lay exposed wider than it had ever been before. Leroy retrieved the shaving kit, and  started soaping her mons and labia. As he shaved pulling each labia to full stretch to enable him to shave every fold perfectly, Winston said

“We have already discussed how your pussy has no further part to play in your sexual activities, apart from the wimp until you ask for it to be otherwise. However, it must remain perfectly shaved because we allow no hair below the neck, but also s it is to be your punishment site!” Sarah sobbed and asked “why”

“ because you have lived a lie all your life as a pussy slut, when you enjoyed no sensation there-what more appropriate site could there be? Every time you transgress, you will hold your labia apart for us to cane your pussy thoroughly. If you let go, we will hold them apart with clamps, and the punishment will be doubled. As the cane strokes strike, you will thank the caner for showing you that your ass is your new pussy, and for punishing the old, redundant one. Now for not addressing a master properly,10 strokes!”

Sarah was now crying floods, and sobbing heartily, but she was quickly learning that resistance was futile, and as Leroy finished her shave, and gently wiped her baby-smooth pussy dry, she reached down and pulled her labia apart as instructed.. Winston picked up a short cane. and made a swish with an air stroke, as he took up position.

Crack!’’one stroke landed soundly on her exposed and vulnerable pussy meat..she screamed, partly in pain, but partly in shock, as the vibrating plug in her ass burst into life. She again thought she heard the words “Pleasure Sarah”, as the vibrations tingled in her rectum, but she also heard herself say “ thank-you Master for punishing this redundant pussy, and showing me that my ass is my true sexual centre” The shock at hearing herself utter those words was such that she was unprepared for the second blow, and was so shocked that she nearly let go of her labia. She cried even louder, and repeated the mantra. By the seventh stroke, she was in full flood, but noticed through her haze of pain and embarrassment that she was becoming more aware of the buzzing in her ass, and less traumatized by the cane strokes. She also noticed that the noise the cane made on impact had changed. It wasn’t until the tenth and final stroke,that she realised what had changed-the noise was changing because the impact site was wet!..she assumed she had been cut, but when she was unstrapped and released sobbing into the sitting position, she saw there was no blood-she was moist. How could this be? She never moistened through pussy stimulation, as Pete was fond of reminding her. It was then that the vibrating plug fell silent, and she felt a momentary sense of loss, and the words “Pleasure, Sarah, ass, throat, mouth, ass” again rang in her ears that she was struck with dread at the explanation at her moistness-and it was then that she realised the headphones had been removed!

“Aside from the punishment, this will be your routine upon arriving here each morning Sarah” said Winston We shall bring the breast stocks in here prior to your arrival, and you will present breasts for injection. Then you will be cleansed, replugged, for the next few days anyhow, and then you will be taken back to the training room, which is were you are going now-follow me” he offered his arm to steady her as she stepped down from the cleansing table, and she walked, well more waddled after him, as the intruder in her ass made her acutely aware of each step.

As they entered the treatment room, Winston guided her back to the breast stocks, and gestured her to step on for strapping in. as she stepped on, and he busied himself with the buckles, she asked “ Master, why the stocks again? I have had my injections for the day?” She had stopped sobbing by now, but still spoke with the small voice of a terrified child.

“A good question, Sarah” came the reply.” The breast stocks will be used from time to time to present you breasts for various treatments that form part of your transformation (she noted the use of that word for the first time, and shivered inwardly). However, the training routine I designed for you was completed before my evening with the wimp, during which I learned about your nipple problem. It was too late to redesign the programme-the headset voices had already been recorded, and I wanted to start on you without delay, so I decided to ignore the nipple enigma-that was until I saw them! Once I set eyes on them I knew I had to train them to be so sensitive that not only were you constantly aware of them, but so that the slightest touch on them will excite you so much, you will crave orgasm as a result…and you will be orgasming by then Sarah, trust me. You will be experiencing anal orgasms of such power by then you will go to any lengths, even beg, to achieve them”.

Had Sarah not been so cowed by now, she would have laughed out loud at that statement…anal orgasms?..what planet was he on?..but she just listened as he continued- “ as well as receiving your injections in your aureolae, you will for the next few weeks receive a series of small injections all around  the circumference of your aureolae, and behind and into the teat itself. To start with, it will consist of the same chemical that is contained in strong stinging nettles-you know, the ones that still throb the next day. Like the complyormone, the effect is cumulative, and we shall also be moving up to stronger stuff as your transformation progresses. From now on, there will never be a moment in your life when you are not aware of your nipples..the sensations will grow in intensity, and we will teach you to interpret the sensations as pleasure. The treatment will have the added benefit of making your nipples more prominent-indeed the aureolae will puff up like cookies with the fluid insertion ,and your teats will be constantly engorged through the stimulation- a state that will make Ceebert’s tasks a little easier when he is set loose on you” another involuntary shudder shook Sarah’s pretty body at those words.

Winston walked to the syringe trolley, and picked up a large bottle of clear liquid. He filled two huge syringes (100 ml each, she later learned) through mercifully tiny needles, and walked back to her  fabulous chest, presented to perfection by the stocks.

“One for each nipple” he beamed, and set one down on the table. Clasping the other one in his right hand, his massive  ebony left paw cradled her breathtakingly soft left breast, as he slowly, almost artistically injected a portion of the fluid an a series of barely discernable pricks at 12 sites around the circumference of the beautiful pink organ. She watched, mesmerised, as her aureola, which had always laid so flat and anonymous under her camisoles, slowly puffed up with fluid, until it stood out past her teat, giving the impression of an inverted nipple.

“ I think I did that the wrong way round” chuckled Winston, as he had to push the inflated aureola aside to get the needle into her teat, which rose majestically like a muffin in the oven as he injected the rest of the fluid into it. Sarah struggled to believe this was her nipple she was watching-they had always been enormous when naked, but now they were enormous in 3D! It looked like she had a freshly baked doughey cookie attached to her breast, and she was actually starting to appreciate the aesthetics, given her love of flaunting her chest, when the sting build up started. It was subtle at first, but gradually built up until her entire nipple was throbbing like a thumb does after you hit it with a hammer. It was impossible to ignore, and, as it stabilised at the bearable level, it was a throbbing that she felt unsure she could cope with long term.

“ What do you say, Sarah?” teased Winston.

“Thank you for injecting my left nipple Master”

“anything else?”

“please inject my right one so that it may enjoy the same sensations, Master” stammered Sarah, saying the first thing that came into her head that she thought would avoid punishment

“Very good, Sarah..but soon you will mean it when you say it, believe me” beamed Winston, as he granted her wish, and injected her other nipple as she had asked, but this time teat first.

As he released her from the breast stocks, she was led to a full-length wall mirror, and shown her new chest. She gasped aloud-they were the biggest nipples she had ever seen. Impossible to hide, and the build up of sting was impossible to ignore. As she posed, trying not to appear too admiring of her modified aureolae, the buttplug in her ass-pussy burst into life, and the surge of warmth she felt as the words “Pleasure, Sarah” pounded in her skull she quickly attributed to the nettle stings.

Winston gestured to Sarah to sit down on the long white leather couch that occupied one wall of the treatment room.

He sat next to her. “It is now late morning on your first day of transformation. I am pleased with your progress, although I hope that we won’t be going down the punishment route too many more times?”  “ me too Master” nodded Sarah eagerly, in what to her was the first honest reply she had given so far this morning. Her survivor instinct had cut in. This was real, and had to be done. She needed to get through it, and would do what she had to to survive. She could feign enjoyment when required if she absolutely had to, and when would this throbbing in her new nipples subside and let her concentrate? Fuck, she was struggling not to become absorbed in the feedback that her previously dead breasts were giving her.

“As your ass-pussy is only in the early stages of dilation , Sarah, we are going to concentrate on your oral skills for the rest of today, but first there are some things you have to know.

Firstly, you should know that your tranfsormation will include quite extensive body modification, at least some of which will be permanent. I cannot of escaped your notice that your training suite is housed above a tattoo parlour-one I jointly own with Master Ceebert, who you will come to know very intimately. Suffice it to say that he is one of the most respected freehand tattoo artists in the world, with particular talent in the portrait area..he can tattoo like a good artist can paint. He is also a very radical body piercer, and is known for undertaking project too extreme for most. You will have no say in his modification of you, but for a while ,it will be restricted to that which will not interfere with your ability to return to work in 2 weeks, although we will review that on an ongoing basis. It is both his, and my hope and belief that you will come to enjoy his work, and will eventually ask for it rather than have it inflicted. The cumulative effects of the complyormone, and your newfound sexuality will make that happen.”

What newfound sexuality thought Sarah, as the thought of being “modified” by Ceebert gained in horror. She started to sob again, as Winston continued.

“There is one theme that will underlie the whole process of which you have total control. I feel that a fully trained, and absolutely compliant black cock slave slut has no need for hair anywhere, and it is my hope that one day you will glory in baldness; but I will not inflict this on you, nor will I, or any of the masters ever ask you for it, or even suggest it. I want you to know that, when you feel your training has reached a suitable stage, you can beg me for this honour, and if I feel your progress is suitable, I will grant you the honour of kneeling before me to be shaved bald. I will leave you with that thought, but will not mention it again.”

“ I understand, Master”, sobbed Sarah, still reeling at the thought of her lilywhite skin being inked by Ceebert, and not really paying any heed to an option over which she had full say..it was simple, it wouldn’t happen.

“Now, take ten minutes to reflect while we prepare for your first oral session. Master Leroy and I will be joined by Master Ceebert for this..it’s time you got acquainted. You will wear the headphones throughout the session, and the lights and background noise will also be present. But here’s a little teaser for you, to see how much of your training you took in this morning. What would be a good way to make your first oral session a little bit more special? There will be no punishment for a wrong answer, but there may well be reward for a correct one.”

As he left the room , she shifted uncomfortably on her buttplug, and ran the question through her mind. She tried to recall what the comforting voice had said, but was just a dim memory in the background, and she couldn’t concentrate on anything while her damned nipples throbbed like this…but they do look great though, she smiled briefly as she looked down at the puffy monsters on her heaving chest.

10 minutes later, in walked Winston, Leroy ,and Ceebert, all smiling like insurance salesmen on the prowl. Sarah had a job to meet Ceebert’s eye…he now knew that she knew his role, and the fear he expected to see in here eyes given the power he would hold over her very appearance was impossible to disguise. All three black men were imposing figures, all huge and muscular, one with his shining dome head, and the other two with their dreadlocks bouncing down onto the shoulders of their designer suits. Winston said “ have you given my question some thought, Sarah?”

She said “yes Master, but please may I ask you for a drink first?..the drugs I have received today have made me very thirsty.”

“Of course Sarah, Leroy will get you some juice” Sarah winced at the the short time her stall had bought her as she fought for the answer to the conundrum. Leroy, however, was delighted, as her request had given them a perfect chance to add a new

chemical to the many already coursing through her bloodstream since this morning. This was Pethadene. Given as a pre med before operations, it causes a general all over relaxation of both muscles and demeanor prior to something that would otherwise be traumatic. They could have included it in her breast jabs, but it was better that she thought her relaxed approach to what was going to be a strenuous oral workout was a result of her naturally becoming what they knew she was. Leroy slipped a small dose into her juice, and returned to her with it.

Sarah took the juice with a curt “Thank you Master”, and gulped it down.

“Well,Sarah?..we are waiting for your answer. According to this morning’s training, what should a good blow job be, as well as technically excellent?”

She had been racking her brains, trying unsuccessfully to recall the answer from the voices earlier, trying to focus over the all consuming sensations in her new nipples, but the moment Winston phrased it like that ,she immediately, and without explanation, replied  “It should be a work of art, Master”. Winston smiled, and said  “Good girl” as she wondered wherever that had come from..maybe there was some substance to these sublimal messages after all?

Winston brought a tray containing a variety of girlie stuff and said “ choose from this selection that which will make your imminent oral use a work of art, Sarah”

She frantically scanned the tray, but as the Pethadene started to work, she suddenly felt Ok about all this, and  relaxed into the role. After all, this was only head-she was good at head, Pete said so; and though she derived no actual pleasure from the act herself, the fact that she could exercise such control over a man with just her mouth and tongue gave her a feeling of power she really did enjoy. So long as they didn’t expect them to swallow their muck, she would be fine. Why did a little voice in the background murmur quietly when she said that?..she would not need to swallow their muck,she would give such fine head they wouldn’t care, and with the lightest heart she had had since the day began, she made her choices. Bright red lipstick, perfume, and crimson silk ribbons for her hair..that would do. As she made her choice, Winston smiled approval. “ you chose the crimson lipstick Sarah, well done. You will always wear that from now on when giving head..a good cocksucker should always wear it when worshiping black meat. You would have worn it anyhow, but so much better that the choice was yours. The ribbons in your hair and the scent are nice touches-go and apply them all now.”

As she walked over to the full length mirror to make herself pretty, she noticed that walking with the plug was becoming easier, and the insistent throbbing in her nipples no longer irritated her, but now drew her attention to the splendid globes that reflected back at her in the mirror-they were beautiful, and she liked that. She tied her pretty blond hair up unto a cute bunch with the ribbon, pausing to enjoy how good it looked, and blew a cloud of scent from the atomiser over her head and shoulders. Then, as she wound the lipstick out, she gasped-partly at how startlingly red it was..real Monroe-esque cocksucking red, but also at the fact that the plug in her ass magically started vibrating again. Something was wrong..the combination of  the sensations in her nipples and ass, along with the overpowering sexiness of preparing to suck 3 men’s cocks, had flushed her cheeks and made her feel nice..she felt warm and wanton. What had happened?..this was all against her will, and until a few moments ago, she had been quite clear on that. She felt so good, she almost felt intoxicated..was her body betraying her for the first time in her life, or was this just confusion at so much input in one day?

She walked..well, more undulated really, back to the men, and they all purred noises of approval at her appearance, each one knowing that the Pethadene was more responsible for the change in Sarah, but each one enjoying the results nevertheless.

The buzzing in her ass and the throbbing in her new nipples continued to give unexpected comfort, as Leroy placed the headset on her head, and Winston placed a plastic drip shield like a very large version of a baby’s feed catcher around her neck. She vaguely wondered what it was for, but was lost for the moment in the good things she was feeling, as Winston spoke.

“Sarah, you will now orally worship Leroy, Ceebert, and myself in that order. The reason for that order will become apparent all too soon. You will use every method available to make each one of us come in your mouth. You will swallow our black seed, and thank us for it. You WILL swallow it one way or another, so why not try and do it naturally. The voices in your ears will explain as you go along the importance of pleasuring your masters this way, and the absolute necessity to swallow any bodily fluids, or indeed anything else that your masters offer you unquestioningly as if it was nectar. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master, came the instant reply, as she vaguely wondered why the swallow instructions hadn’t made her cringe, like they would have done a few moments ago..maybe the voices would explain, and she lucked her beautifully crimson lips and turned to face Master Leroy.

She watched in what seemed like slow motion as Leroy dropped his designer pants, and then very slowly dropped his boxers. The weapon that lay beneath made her gasp out loud. It hung slack and uncircumsized over a pair of balls that looked like two overripe black plums. It was longer slack than any she had ever seen erect, and much much thicker. Sarah only had tiny hands, and she doubted that could get either testicle fully in one of her hands, and wondered if she could link her fingers around the head of that beast when it was flaccid. Gnarled veins stood out all down its fearsome length, and a kind of primeval fear washed over her as she realised that they were talking about violating her ass and throat with weaponry like this- she wasn’t even sure if it would go in her mouth slack! This was ridiculous, and as the fear cleared her head, she was about to protest to that effect when the voices cut into the headset,and the lights and thumping background noise started.

“Pleasure Sarah, pleasure- focus on your ass-pussy, and the vibrations there. Focus on pleasing the Masters who are bringing you these sensations. Anus, mouth, throat; anus, mouth ,throat. Crave your master’s fluids as nectar Sarah. Your mouth and throat are their thoroughfare to use as they see fit, and you are honoured to be permitted to worship their cocks in this way. Your eventual reward will be orgasms in your anus which will be so intense you will lose consciousness, Sarah, but you have to believe. Pleasure Sarah, pleasure. Anus, mouth throat…” and so the mantra went on, and then suddenly the vibrations in her anus increased in strength. Sarah wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but she thought her nipples throbbed in response, and suddenly she became determined to take that monster in her mouth and draw the seed from it as instructed-she would do it beautifully, and make them proud of her-the voices would help. With that, she knelt, licked her crimson lips, and gently felt the weight of his bull-like ball bags with her tiny hands. She knew nothing of black balls,but she convinced herself that the great weight she felt as she lifted them in her hands indicated how full of sperm they were, and she found herself wondering if that was always the case. or if he had been saving up for her. Her nipples again throbbed, and she mentally admonished herself for such self indulgence. The moment was here, past the point of no return. She softly laid the palm of her right hand under the flange of his helmet, and lifted the huge black engine to her waiting mouth, She  teasingly ran her tongue over the taut skin stretched over the awesome head, and marvelled at it’s velvety feel..this was unlike any cock she had known before-it seemed alive with power, and full on menacing challenges. She circled the flange a few more times with her tongue, as she gently kneaded his ball bags with her other hand, and felt a glow of satisfaction as his member slowly but surely filled with lust and rose, first to half mast, and then, spectacularly, to   full erection as it grew, she felt her tiny hand being forced open by its increasing girth. She marvelled at its enormity, and suddenly the tension became too much-she had to have that incredible piece of meat in her mouth. She licked her beautiful scarlet lips one more time, and slowly dropped her ribboned head down. Opening her little mouth as far as she could as she descended. The velvety foreskin had rolled partly back as it became erect, and the first thing to greet her hungry mouth was the plum-like helmet. Her lips glided over the surface, as she softly moaned and continued her descent onto that mighty shaft, marvelling at the way her moth filled with warmth as she worshipped the weapon with her slut mouth. The voices continued their mantra of encouragement. as she suddenly went crazy on that black pole, using her tongue on the veined skin as she pumped her mouth up and down the shaft, wishing her mouth cavity was bigger so she could worship this cock as it deserved. Her pale hand milked his balls, and the combination of her other hand around the base his shaft, and her intensive tongue work on the head, and the frenzied motion of her lips up and down his mid shaft soon started to draw moans and groans of satisfaction from Leroy, bringing and inward smile to Sarah, who again felt her sting-engorged nipples throb in response, and that made the voices tell her to focus on eth buzzing in her ass, which she did gladly. As she kept up her multi pronged assault on Leroy’s cock nerve endings, he suddenly gave an animal like grunt, and his balls started pulsing in her hand. She felt his massive black hand press gently but firmly on the back of her head, and he slowly pushed her down on his cock as far as it would go, as he started breathing heavily. His huge tool struck the back of her throat, and Sarah returned to reality. What was she doing? She was sucking him like a sex crazed slut who needed his cum in her mouth, but now as the moment arrived, she remembered that she was terrified of anything touching her throat, and hated cum in her mouth for any longer than it took to spit it out. She had been seduced by the voices in her head, and the sensations in her ass and nipples, and most importantly by those damn drugs, and now she was going to pay the price. Leroy increased the pressure on her head, and forced his cock to the back of her throat, as the explosion began. He let out an animal wail, and the first jet of hot salty rasta-jizz drenched the back of her throat just as she began to gag at the invasion this deep. Her gagging massaged the end of his cock, and the second and third spurts were even stronger. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t have swallowed such a huge delivery as fast as it arrived, and it duly oozed down the shaft of his cock, through the crimson lips, and dribbled into the plastic neck collector they had placed around her swan like neck earlier. even the calming voices insisting that this was pleasure, and  what she was destined to do, couldn’t hide the revulsion at the massive discharge she had taken into the back of her mouth and been forced to spit back out. Gradually. Leroy’s spasms died down, and he withdrew the weapon from her slut mouth, pausing briefly to squeeze a few final drops of ejaculate on her tongue as he exited. He allowed the remainder of his load to dribble out of her mouth and down her chin into the catcher, and looked up at him pleadingly, hoping she had done enough before he came to please him. Leroy caught her glance and said “ A good effort for first time Sarah-very promising. Next time I won’t come so quickly, so I can get me some more of that lip and tongue action” She relaxed again, and felt the glow return. She had blown his mind as well as his cock, without having to swallow his muck-she always knew she was a good cock-sucker.

The glow lasted a few moments, at which point Winston approached her, and looked down into the collector. Oh dear, Sarah Not swallowing a master’s fluids is another punishment-and such a waste, as you will, as I told you, swallow it anyhow. He then produced a spoon from his pocket, and dipped it into the copious amount of sperm that lay in the collector. He offered the full spoon to her crimson lips, and said “This goes down one way or another Sarah..don’t make it hard on yourself.” She sobbed, and took the spoon in her mouth, retching at the slimy texture, which was what she always had hated about it, and tried to swallow it, but her body just wouldn’t obey, and back out it came. That was the longest she’d ever held cum in her mouth and she realised that this was probably the first time she had ever actually tasted it. She had expected it to be foul, but in all honest it wasn’t that bad..like a rich but plain, slightly salty sauce..but the texture revolted her.

Winston tried again with another spoonful, and this time she resolved to do better. She took the contents onto her tongue, and swallowed hard, as one does medicine. This time, it went down, resisted only by a mild gag, and that was when she heard the voices again. They had been there encouraging her for the last few minutes as she struggled with her revulsion, but only now, as she swallowed the first of  that copious load did she hear them clearly, telling her about pleasure, and nectar, and the fact that she was born to do this, and the good feelings returned, as her anal muscles gripped  the plug in acceptance, and the throbbing in her nipples for the first time felt like it belonged there. Winston smiled, and stroked her ribboned hair as he fed her spoonful after spoonful of the fluid, and she retched a little less each time until the load was gone, and all in her stomach, which as the voices reminded her , and her anal clenching confirmed, appeared to be where it belonged. “Thank-you Master Leroy for the gift of your cum” she heard herself say, with an ease that frightened her.

If she thought she had earned a rest, she was wrong. Master Ceebert walked up to the couch next, and dropped his boxers. Sarah could not believe her eyes, Ceebert’s cock was the same thickness as Leroys ,but longer, circumcised, and sported a large gold ring that pierced his glans from the urethra to the flange. Her eyes travelled further down to his balls, which hung lower that Leroy’s, and sported half a dozen piercings through the scrotal sac, all in gold. Sarah gasped. She had never seen intimate body piercings before, and was taken aback at quite how beautiful they looked. She licked her lips in anticipation, as Ceebert spoke for the first time “ Do you like my Prince Albert Sarah?..and my sac barbells? I feel you should, as the more familiar you become with body jewellery, the easier it will be for you to appreciate the beauty of the gifts I am to give you over the coming weeks.” Sarah trembled, but her anus gripped the plug again as the voices urged her to suck cock like she was put on this earth for. They told her to take comfort from the seed already in her belly, which she still found an unpleasant concept, but the throbbing in her nipples appeared to differ.

She lowered her head to the level of Ceebert’s sacs,and tentatively flicked her tongue across the wrinkly surface. She had never licked or sucked balls before, but somehow she was drawn to the shiny gold barbells. Her little licks became big ones, and then she found herself kneeling right between his legs, trying to get his balls in her mouth to suck. One at a time, she could take them in if she really stretched wide..she was sure her mouth didn’t open that wide-maybe the diazepam was more effective that she thought? One ball at a time, she sucked and tongue bathed them, using her spit to smooth wrinkled in his crinkly skin out. She thrilled at the way the gold barbells clicked on her teeth, and not for the first time today had to remind herself that she didn’t want to do this; it was just the effect of the drugs? She thought that she could feel the sperm bubbling inside them waiting for release into her heavily lipsticked mouth, and tried to concentrate on the actions, not the texture. She heard him grunt, and felt his big black hand grab her blond hair and remove her greedy mouth from its devouring of his balls, and raise it until it was face to face with his cock. It’s length look her breath away..no way would she get more than a third of those 12 inches in her mouth..and with a thickness roughly the same as Leroy’s she was going to struggle that far.

As she stared at the one eyed monster, fascinated by the thick gold ring than pierced it’s massive bulk, Ceebert offered her the red lipstick again, and without thinking, she automatically took it, wound it out, and applied a fresh , liberal coating to her cock-sucking lips. As she worked on the cupid’s bow, Ceebert said “ I want to be the one to pop your throat cherry, Sarah, and was hoping to do it today, but Winston wants to give you a day to acclimatise to your new life, so I’ll just settle for one of those porn star blow jobs like you gave Leroy earlier. Don’t forget to swallow like a good girl. You will always swallow anything we offer you eventually, so why not just make it easy on yourself?” Sarah tried to put the throat theme to the back of her mind- she knew it just wasn’t possible-a mere flight of fantasy designed to make her more compliant- and as she finished applying the lipstick, she wondered if she looked as good as she would have liked to as she prepared to take on this second monster of the day. Ceebert gently pressed her adhesive neck sensor to make sure it was secure, and adjusted the lightweight phones on her pretty white head. The background noise started up, the light show started, and the plug in her ass-pussy throbbed into life once more, as the comforting voice started telling her what a pleasure sucking this cock was going to be, and how her role in life was to swallow anything these masters offered her wish the dignity befitting such an erotic gift. She focussed, as suggested, on the buzzing in her ass (Pleasure, Sarah), and moved her head towards the black pole that transfixed her eyes. As she approached it, her mouth opened as wide as it could almost automatically, and she recognised a distinct throb in her new nipples as it occurred to her that the reaction may have been involuntary. As her crimson lips slid over the shiny, almost polished velvety circumsized head, she thrilled as the gold ring clinked as it slid over her teeth. She ran her tongue around the flange of his glans, savouring the rich spicy taste that somehow reminded her  of guava fruit, and was suddenly struck by the thought that this was totally different to sucking Pete’s cock. It wasn’t just the great weight and girth, but the tactile experience. The gnarled veins and the ebony skin played a symphony of tunes on her senses as her tongue’s exploration of her master’s pole became more enthusiastic. As she ran it around the piercing under his urethral opening, a drop of precum oozed out onto her tongue. Her body told her to recoil, but the reassuring voice in her phones told her this was an honour, and an erotic experience, and she realised that the texture of precum was not as repellent to her as was sperm. She relaxed again, and used the underside of the cock to spread the precum around her tongue- guava fruit again, but much stronger-this was what she had been tasting before, and she surprised herself with the eagerness with which her tongue snaked back into the eye of his cock in search of more. Ceebert moaned in pleasure, which made Sarah proud, and she allowed herself the luxury of focussing on the buzz in her ass as a pleasure source, rather than just a background companion. Her nipples throbbed in acknowlegement. Carried away on the moment, and fuelled by the chemicals coursing through her body, she began the descent of her crimson mouth down the ebony shaft. Her lips stretched wider and wider, as were reaching the point where the corners of her mouth hurt when the massive beringed glans touched the back of her throat. She gagged briefly, and the moment was lost. Why couldn’t  they be happy with her sucking their cocks? She was good at it, and felt they knew that. Why this obsession with throat and swallowing? The voices told her all about pleasure, and her plug hummed, and for the first time the dichotomy of the situation struck her. A small part of her was up for this, but a larger part was horrified at the extent she was destined to be transformed. Ceebert sensed that she was no longer in her comfort zone, and took over. He held the back of her head gently but firmly, and moved her head up and down his shaft, stopping each time he felt her start to gag. As his tempo increased, Sarah felt he was wanking himself off with her head, and prepared for the deluge that she knew must end up in her stomach one way or the other. Ceebert started breathing heavy, and then snorting , as he skull fucked her, and the last thing Sarah remembered thinking was that he was showing considerable restraint in not pounding the back of her throat hard when the explosion happened. The first spurt hosed into her just as he bottomed out, and the deluge passed the defences of her epiglottis, and  ran down her throat. She instinctively retched and gagged, which meant that the second spurt, which was delivered on the out stroke, was expelled down the sides of his shaft and down her chin into the catcher. Ceebert held her head still now, and hosed several more charges of cum onto her tongue, each one less copious that the last. Sarah felt the familiar texture fill her mouth, and simply couldn’t stop her involuntary expulsion of the muck. It ran down her chin in torrents, as Ceebert’s breathing returned to normal, and his cock started to deflate. He looked at the contents of the catcher in disgust, and wiped his cock in her hair as he tutted and reminded her that tomorrow’s punishment tally was up to 2.

As Ceebert withdrew, Sarah saw Winston approaching, spoon in hand, and was so busy steeling herself for her second spoonfeed of the day that she nearly forgot her manners. At the last minute, she remembered, and said, rather quietly “ thank-you master Ceebert for allowing me to suck your cock and to receive your seed in my mouth”. Ceebert smiled, and Winston cupped her sweet face in his hand as her fed her the contents of the bowl with the spoon in his other hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gulped down each spoonful, trying to avoid feeling it on her tongue, and trying to ignore the voices insistence that it was for her pleasure, and was a gift she was destined to receive. As Winston fed her the last spoonful, he stroked her hair. “Good girl”, he cooed as one does to a child who has swallowed its medicine “ we got there in the end, but tell me why you find this part so hard? “

“It’s the texture Master it makes me gag I am sorry, I don’t mean to be disrespectful”

“OK Sarah, we’ll work on that. Just me to go and today’s training is over..are you ready?”

Sarah gulped, and nodded, and watched like a mouse caught in a cat’s stare as he disrobed. He wore silk boxers. It seemed this man exuded class at every level. As he stepped out of them, Sarah froze. The cock that lay limply between his legs was quite simply the most enormous, scary, and magnificent thing she had ever seen. It was thicker than her wrist even slack, and must have hung fully 8 inches down over quite the most enormous pair of balls she had ever imagined. If size was relevant to cum production, and she wasn’t yet sure that it did, then she was in for ..well, she stopped herself mentally using the word treat, and substituted ordeal. Despite it’s magnificence, the strongest emotion Sarah was fear, even stronger than the awe she was trying to suppress. Their plans included use of her ass-pussy, and worse still her throat. To even suggest accommodating this “trunk” in either was just fantasy- she would be injured trying. She sobbed again, and said “Master, please may I speak?”

“Yes Sarah, what is it?”

“I  am afraid Sir. Your repeated insistence that I will be used anally and orally by my Master’s cocks has done little to convince me that it is possible, but I have respectfully remained focussed on the basis that you know best. But now that I see your cock, Master, I realise that I cannot ever give you what you require-it is simply too large. Please, Master, do not ask me to attempt to?”

She flushed red, and could not look him in the eye as she said it. Even though this was all against her will, she still felt an odd sense of disappointment that she had let him down.

Winston walked towards her, cock swinging slowly as he did, and cupped her face again in his hands as he said

“ Oh yes, Sarah, you will take my cock in your ass-pussy, and down your throat, just as you will take any object or substance that we present you with. You do not know it yet, but your ass-pussy can be trained to open to almost limitless stretch, and your throat will dilate much further than you imagine. It will take time, but eventually you will know that no task we present you with will be too much, and you will take pride and draw immense pleasure from the fact that both of your throroughfares are so totally open for us. The drugs and the suggestion therapy will help you through the early stages, but you must learn to trust us. We don’t want to have to drug you, we want you to need this as you surely will, for it is your purpose in life. This is your first day of training, and you have done quite well. Take pleasure in that, and learn to trust your Masters, or the journey you face will be torturous. There is one alternative, of course. As we have not yet begun your actual modification, so to speak, you can still walk away from this, so long as you are prepared to explain to the authorities why Kenny’s 25k is in your joint account? The choice is yours. You have as long as it takes to reapply your lipstick to decide”

The stark reminder of why she was here hit hard, and she took the offered lipstick and applied the cupid’s bow artistically, resigned to the fact that she was going to have to give this her best shot, however improbable their outcome seemed. She stifled another sob, and steeled herself. As she knelt before Winston, he reached across to the trolly behind him and picked up another syringe, this one of medium size, and fitted with a very long, but thin needle.

“I’m going to help you as this is your first day, and my cock is shall we say on the generous side. This is more Diazepam. When injected into your nipple flesh, it disperses throughout your body, causing general relaxation of the muscles and temperament-the dose you received this morning has been helping you all day. However, when injected topically straight into a muscle, it simply causes that muscle to relax so that the connective tissue will stretch a lot more readily. For this reason, it is used to treat back spasm, and when I inject it into your jaw muscles, it will allow you to open wider than you usually can. Open wide, Sarah”. Hypnotically obeying his will, she opened her crimson lips wide, and Winston carefully guided the needle to the stretched skin at the back of her mouth between her upper and lower teeth. He pushed into the first side, and depressed the plunger. She felt a tiny prick, and the a cold sensation. He repeated the treatment on the other side, and then withdrew the syringe from her mouth. The remainder of the clear liquid he injected through her cheeks just in front of her ears, directly into the jaw hinge muscles. He rubbed both sides gently after the application, adjusted her headphones so that they sad squarely on her head, did the same to the catcher around her neck, and gestured to his cock.

Sarah used both of her tiny hands to lift his balls..she marvelled at the weight of them, and the crinkly black skin that enclosed those mammoth nuts made her thing of a bull elephant. As she dropped her ribboned head to tongue them, the noise and lights started, the vibrations in her ass-pussy again became her companion, and the soothing voice told her how sucking black cock was pleasure, and what she both needed and desired, and how the contents of those giant bags belonged in her stomach, and her nipples throbbed as she tongue bathed the giant sacs with an enthusiasm that surprised all in the room. Winston enjoyed his tongue bath for fully 5 minutes, before , judging that the diazepam would by now have worked, he placed a thick black finger under her chin and gently urged her mouth up to cock level. His member was now erect, and Sarah felt dizzy with disbelief at its size when fully engorged. It was fully a foot long, and the purple head, which had now fully emerged from it’s black sheath, shone like a deep red apple, such was its size.. Winston said “ given your aversion to cum in your mouth, I will be merciful, and , if you suck my cock well, I will withdraw and come on my face, if you are prepared to beg me for that honour”

Sarah would do anything to avoid that texture in her mouth so she mentally adjusted to the new ending, and approached his throbbing head with what was alarmingly close to relish. As she opened her pretty crimson lips, she drew her mouth onto the trunk before her, and was amazed when, as she approached the widest part, when she expected her cheeks to tighten up, it just kept opening. The injections worked, and she felt exhilaration as her mouth opened to a wideness never before achieved, and the whole apple popped into her mouth. The voices soothed her still further, and the hum in her ass-pussy seemed to grow in intensity, as her sphincter squeezed back at the plug in gratitude for being there to encourage her. She ran her tongue around the apple hungrily, and  was rewarded with a drop of precum, which flooded her taste-buds with that flavour of guava fruit that she found surprisingly pleasant. She tried to continue her descent down the shaft, but the head very nearly filled her mouth. She though briefly that this was how a reticulated python must feel as it devoured it’s prey by dislocating it’s jaw as she managed another inch of this magnificent appendage before her throat became a barrier. Working with the room she had, she used every technique she had ever dreamed of or read about to please her Master enough that he would not ejaculate in her mouth, and as she slowly felt his breathing increase, she knew the moment of decision was imminent. Her nipples throbbed (was it in fear, or expectation) and Winston grunted loudly and pulled his monster from her hungry mouth with a plop and looked her in the eye, as he stood motionless.

“Please cum on my face, Master”, Sarah pleaded.

“You don’t sound convinced, slut-try again and this time with feeling”

“Please Master, do the honour of bathing this sluts face with your wonderful cum”

Did she just say that, she thought, as he guided her hand to the flange of his cock and gestured for her to wank his trunk. Sarah almost sobbed with gratitude at this result, and almost lovingly stroked the monster, purring encouragement to him to hose her face with his precious seed, spurred on by the words of encouragement in her ears. Suddenly, her stroking, the noise in her ears, the voices, the lights, and the buzzing in her ass-pussy and the throbbing in her nipples all seemed to synchronize into one big pulse, and she was mesmerised by the power of the waves, as she drew his seed from his beautiful black cock, and jet after jet of cream hosed her lovely face. The supply seemed endless; she lost count after the tenth spurt, as Winston directed each one to a slightly different part of her face. When the tide had finally ended, the voices fell silent, the lights returned to normal, and the buzzing stopped, and Sarah gave a satisfied smile. Leroy approached the kneeling girl with a hand held mirror and hled it in front of her. The face that looked back at her was a stranger. Apart from the still crimson lips, her whole face was glazed white, like it had been iced . Huge ribbons of cum hung from her chin and ears, and yet the face smiled back at her. Who was this stranger?

Leroy produced a spoon, and started scooping the cum from her face into the collecting trough around her neck, and Sarah felt a massive sense of escape, as she looked into the collector and saw what must have been at least a yoghurt pot full of semen in the tray that was so nearly in her mouth.

Winston gestured her to stand, and then to sit in what resembled a dentist’s chair in the far corner of the treatment room. He stroked her hair as he congratulated her on pleasing him so well. “thank-you Master for cumming on my face”, she said rather demurely, pleased she had remembered again.

“Now we have a problem, Sarah” said Winston “ you will not accept the black seed that you so badly need into your slut mouth, and I am certainly not going to spoon feed you every time. As you must by now realise, our fluids will always end up in your belly somehow, as indeed will anything else we offer to you. I am going to put this little load (he gestured to the collector) directly into your belly, and while I do that, you need to reflect on whether you would prefer it this way, or you would rather swallow it from source. Of course, once you are throat trained, you will have the option of avoiding the taste that way, or, of course, you could just simply learn to like it? Think on that whilst we prepare you”, at which point he buckled the straps on the chair arms around her wrists, as she thought about struggling , but the  drugs prevented it. He felt betrayed; she had convinced himself he was being kind to her, where as he was actually carrying out another part of her training. The warm feeling she had been feeling rather guilty about enjoying a few moments earlier vanished, and terror replaced it, as Ceebert appeared with a long clear plastic tube about half an inch in diameter with a funnel attached to one end. Winston produced a Jeffries clamp from a draw under the dentists chair- this was a steel scissor like device that was designed for ratcheting the mouth wide open and holding it there for dental work. He popped it in her crimson mouth, and slowly wound her jaw open nearly as wide as it had been for his cock. He smiled, and pressed a pedal and the chair tipped back so that Sarah’s head , and more importantly her mouth, were level with Ceebert’s lap, as he sat on the stool at the head of the chair.

“say Ahhh, Sarah” , mocked Winston, as Ceebert slowly, gently, but deliberately fed the clear tube down Sarah’s throat. She gagged as it passed the epiglottis, but Ceebert was insistent, and soon the tube was in her stomach. Tears streamed down Sarah’s face, partly from the intrusion in her throat, which was uncomfortable rather than painful, and partly from shame.. “this is the alternative to tasting our seed, Sarah”, threatened Winston “ The direct approach- think on, as you will have a choice to make tomorrow and every day hence”

Ceebert , who had unclipped the collector from her slender neck before reclining the chair, produced it, and very slowly poured its considerable contents into the funnel that led to the plastic tube. As he did so, the noise, voices, light and buzzing started again, and pulsed in time to the gurgling of the slime as it slipped into her stomach, and the reassuring voice told her that it belonged there, and was good, and would bring her pleasure by its ingestion. Despite her anger, fear, and disgust, Sarah felt a butterfly like sensation deep in her stomach, as her body reacted in a way that betrayed how she felt, and her slut anus gripped the buttplug with a new found eagerness., as she watched the funnel empty.

The noises subsided, the lights stopped, the vibrations stopped, and Sarah drifted back to reality as Ceebert gently withdrew the tube from her throat, released the Jeffries clamp , raised the chair back to the vertical, and unbuckled her wrists.

Winston, who had redressed, helped her out of the chair.

“It’s after 4.30,Sarah. You should be leaving work in a bit. Your work here is done for the day. Why don’t you get ready to go home?” Leroy appeared with her clothes, and Winston removed the headphones, and firmly pulled the adhesive electrode from her neck. He undid the scarlet ribbon, and her blonde hair tumbled back down around her fair shoulders. She took her clothes with a curt “Thank-you Master” and slipped into the beautiful damson satin lingerie. As she wriggled into her silk dress, she noticed, as did all 3 Masters, that her new nipples were hard to miss under the tactile covering . She also noticed, for the first time in her life ,that she was aware, through her nipples, of how  the silk and satin brushed against them-it was like they were alive for the first time ever, and she gave an involuntary wiggle of her chest to experience the feeling again.

As she stepped into her heels, she felt the buttplug restrict her movement, and adjusted her gait so that the discomfort went away.

Winston said “ You will leave here and walk home as usual, except for your plugged ass. You will arrive home as usual before the wimp, who will be in the pub. We do not want him to be aware that anything is different as yet, so you will have to change into something that is loose across your chest  so he won’t notice your lovely new nipples, and when you go to bed you will have to wear something long enough to hide your plugged ass. In the unlikely event that he wants to fuck you, tell him you have your period, and offer to blow him instead, but don’t forget the lipstick first, He’ll like that. Aside from that, you will spend your evening as if nothing was different. You will tell him you will be late home from work tomorrow, as you are having your hair done. You will also remind him that you are required to work for the next 2 weekends. In the morning, when he has gone to work , you will dress as exquisitely as you did today, as the brothers hold great stock in beautiful lingerie and overall presentation, and you will report to the cleansing room at 9 AM sharp. I would advise you not to eat anything solid for breakfast, but the choice is yours. Oh, and one last thing, Sarah. You look good with my cum on your face. You will leave it there for the journey home, and may only wash it off in your own bathroom.  We have eyes everywhere, we will know if you disobey. You are dismissed”

As all 3 masters left the room, Sarah was amazed. They had used her and abused her all day, and then dismissed her as if she had just served tea. Unbelievable! She picked up her purse, paused briefly to scoop one of the red lipsticks into it, and headed for the stairs that would take her to the tattoo parlour, and then to the street to begin her plugged and sperm encrusted walk home.

Sarah had checked how she looked in one of the mirrors on the stairway, and fortunately they had scooped most of Winston’s cum off her and into the collector, so the deposits that had been left to dry on her face were not that excessive, but close inspection would leave little doubt as to what it was. As she walked down past the café, and down Bond Street, she was very aware of her anal companion, but pleasantly surprised at the low level of discomfort. She told herself that it was her imagination when she thought she felt the cum of 3 men splosh about in her belly-it probably was, but her nipples throbbed at the thought. She was finding these sensations from her nipples hard to understand-this was a part of her body that had never spoken to her before, and now it seemed to be communicating with her ass-pussy, the only other part of her body to which that description applied..and why was she thinking of it has her ass-pussy?..it was her asshole, pure and simple. Only the drugs made her think otherwise, she told herself as her rising anger took all her attention, and she failed to notice a large black man walking the other way and bumped into him. She looked up, crossly, about to go on the defensive, when she saw the man was black. Purely on instinct, she said “sorry Sir” , and looked nervously at his left hand to see if he wore a ring on the little finger. He didn’t, and he smiled as he said “no problem, lady”, and carried on up the street. Why had she called him Sir, and would she have called him Master if he had worn the ring?..No, of course not, that was silly. Why did he smile? Was he just being nice, or did he see the cum dried on her face? She sped up her pace , so she could be sooner rid of that dubious badge of today’s achievements that she was forced to wear.

As she turned into her avenue, she felt a sense of relief. Home sweet home. She was safe there. Yet as she closed the door behind her, she again concentrated on the sensations in her ass-pussy and nipples, and realised that her masters were still with her in mind, if not in body.

She washed her face three times, as if  to cleanse as deeply as possible, and then went to he dressing room and stripped, put all of today’s clothes in the laundry basket, as if washing them would erase the memory of what she had undergone , and slipped into a comfy track suit that would hide her new, and confusingly aware nipples from Pete when he returned. Relaxing, she went to the kitchen and prepared supper like she did every day of her life, and gradually lost herself in her daily routine, only remembering today’s events she moved in a way that disturbed the plug, or when her nipples brushed against anything, which they did with unexpected frequency. Sarah reasoned that they have always done but only now did she notice it, and resolved to take greater care in what she brushed against.

Pete fell in the door about 7.30,full of beer, and kissed her cheek hello on her way to switch the TV on as he waited for her to serve dinner. Jeez, was this all she was worth after 20 years she though, as she served his meal, and then remembered how he kept her in a good lifestyle and loved her deeply in his own way, and immediately regretted the thought.

They made idle conversation as they ate, and she told him about her hair appointment after work tomorrow as instructed, which he said was not an issue as he wouldn’t be home till around 10 anyway. She reminded him about the weekend, which also wasn’t an issue, as he was golfing all weekend. Was it her imagination, or was she being treated with apathy here as she faced the greatest challenge of her life- but then she remembered that he didn’t know anything of the situation, and was probably always tis apathetic, but she didn’t usually notice. Again, she reflected on the total lack of excitement in her comfy married life, and again quickly felt guilt.

As they sat and watched TV she wondered if he still fancied her enough to want sex tonight, for which he would receive head or nothing, but he paid her no attention until he got up, and said he was off to bed. She said she’d be up in a minute, but waited half an hour until she knew he was asleep, before creeping into her dressing room and slipping into a nightdress much longer than the ones she normally wore in the summer, so that if it rode up in the night, the plug’s presence would not be revealed.

As she laid beside him in bed, she slipped into a sleep full of strange voices and sensations, and more than once woke up with a warm feeling in her loins.

The next morning, when she awoke, she felt a sense of cold reality. Pete was already up and dressed, and as she shuffled into her robe, she took stock of things. The Diazepam (and the Pethadene ,if she realised it), had completely worn off, and her body had grown accustomed to the level of the complyormone , which was precisely why it was a cumulative treatment. As a result, she felt differently about the plug in her ass. It didn’t belong there, and she wanted it out, she hated it! The nettle sting chemical in her nipples had weakened in effect, and although there was still a mild throbbing, and sufficient swelling to make them prominent, those effects had also dwindled, and she began to wonder if she had imagined all those sensations yesterday.

She decided to wait until Pete had gone before she dressed, and went downstairs to breakfast. She went to pour herself Muesli, and then remembered Winston’s warning. She was not sure why he advised her not to eat, but she was quickly learning not to take their words lightly, so she just had juice-she told Pete she felt queasy-must be her period approaching? (that should keep him at bay for a few days). E kissed the top of her head on the way out (sooo romantic), and she hurried upstairs to dress. She decided on a baby pink satin all in one cami-knicker under a Japanese style kimono dress in silk, and wondered when she chose scarlet shoes if it had anything to do with the colour of the lipstick in her purse? As she slipped into the cami-knicker, she felt her nipples appreciate the softness, and realised that she hadn’t imagined it yesterday, it was just more pronounced.

As she finished dressing, she looked in the full length mirror; she looked hot! Why had she made herself look that hot?..there was no need to go that overboard, just smart would have done. She scolded herself, and cursed the infernal plug in her ass as she hurried out of the door.

She walked her usual route to work, feeling surprise at how alien the plug felt, compared to the journey home last night, when it had felt more like her companion.

As she saw the tattoo shop in the distance, she felt a flutter of anticipation in her tummy-definitely fear, she told herself, which was presumably why it became more intense as she walked through the door , and up the stairs to her training suite.