Sarah under Control

She walked through the door into the training suite. It was unlocked, so they were clearly expecting her. No-one to be seen, so she walked across to the door to the cleansing room and knocked softly, kind of half kidding herself that no reply would mean the nightmare was over.

“Come in, Sarah” boomed a familiar voice. She walked in, and saw Winston stood by the breast stocks and Leroy by the steel table. “Master Ceebert will join us later, when he has opened the tattoo shop for business for the day. You look lovely, Sarah, you clearly listened to our suggestions as you left yesterday. Time is of the essence, we have a lot to get through today. Please disrobe and present breasts”

For someone who was full of steely determination not to succumb quite so easily as yesterday, Sarah rather meekly slipped her dress off. Leroy whistled softly when he saw the baby pink outfit that lay underneath. “ I think she’s trying to impress us, Winston” he chuckled. Sarah blushed a pink that matched her satin lingerie, and shimmied out of it. She was about to slip off her heels, when Winston told her to leave them on, smiling as he said they suited her. She stepped compliantly onto the footplate of the breast stocks, and Winston adjusted the cup height to compensate for the height of her heels, and then strapped her back to the upright. Her lovely breasts filled the cups perfectly, and offered them as if in sacrifice to the admiring Winston.

“How is the throbbing in your nipples Sarah? They still look quite inflamed.”

“It has subsided considerably during the night Master, but is still quite strong” she replied truthfully.

“Hmmm” mused Winston as he walked to the drugs trolley. “First the complyormone”, and he filled a large syringe , with a thick needle, with the suggestion enhancer. He walked back, held her soft left breast in his hand, and swiftly and firmly pushed the fat needle down through the meat of her nipple into the breast tissue behind. She yelped a little, and then moaned softly as he depressed the plunger. The process was a lot more uncomfortable than yesterday, which she assumed was a result of her increased nipple sensitivity. He took the empty syringe back to the trolley, and filled a similar sized one. “ This is your diazepam, and a little Pethadene to help you through the rigours of the day. Pethadene is a pre med sedative, which causes a feeling of well being and relaxation” As he walked back to the restrained Sarah, he grasped her other breast, and pushed the needle through the pinkness of her aureola deep into the breast below. Depressing the plunger, he smiled inwardly at the thought that this was not her first dose of Pethadene, although it was certainly her largest.

“While that takes effect, Sarah, we will inject you nipples with today’s dose of stimulant. We don’t want those lovelies ever losing their sensitivity again, now do we? I think we’ll stick with the nettle venom today, but add a little formic acid..that’s ant sting, you know? Will make the throbbing a little stronger. It seems Kenny had drugs for every occasion in his lab. We have wasp and hornet sting extract here as well ,but that’s for another day” Sarah stifled a scream..she was terrified of wasps, and just trembled softly as Winston began the ritual of injecting first the teat, then all around the aureolae of each of her beautiful pink nipples, marvelling once again at the way they swelled like a cookie rising in the oven. Sarah gasped as the venom took hold- this was more invasive than yesterday; the throbbing seemed to go deeper into her breast, and her nipples felt they were trying to burst on her chest. She at first tried to resist the rising sensations, but then the other drugs washed over her, and she suddenly felt like it was probably meant to be that her nipples throbbed so, and felt warm at her acceptance of the fact. “thank-you Master, for injecting my nipples and breasts” she heard herself say.

Winston unbuckled the waist strap, and she stepped down from the breast stocks. Leroy called her over to the cleansing table, and asked her to hop up, which she did, kneeling without being told in the ass up position, with her powerfully throbbing breasts flat on the table, and her head on the headrest. As Leroy strapped her wrists and knees to the table, he asked her how she had enjoyed the butt plug the last 24 hours. She replied that it had not been as uncomfortable as she had expected, and she had got used to it. She did not add that she had got to welcome its presence on occasion, nor that she had hated it and wished it gone this morning. Leroy nodded approval at what he heard, and gently eased the plug out. Sarah felt her sphincter expand as he withdrew it. Her body fought to retain it until he reached the widest part, at which point it plopped out harmlessly. Sarah was surprised that the sphincter stretch that time caused her no discomfort at all, despite flaring to nearly 2 inches, but what absolutely amazed her was the fact that, now it was gone, she felt a sense of emptiness and loss. An anomaly brought on by the first flush of the drugs, she told herself. Winston appeared by her head, and applied today’s adhesive electrode and placed the headset on her, as Leroy loaded the first enema bag onto the hook, and popped the inflatable plug in her ass-pussy. As he pumped it up, she felt a degree of comfort that the void was filled again, and as he connected the bag, and opened the valve, she felt an old friend had walked into the room as a familiar soothing voice said “Pleasure, Sarah, Pleasure”, and the lights and the swooshing noises started afresh. The first bag quickly filled her, and she thought casually that this was quite a pleasant way of staying inwardly clean-so much better than the toilet rituals that most were slaves to. As the first load was emptied and flushed away, she waited for the next, larger delivery, and wondered what the day held for her. She was most confused about the suggestion not to eat at breakfast, and as the voices urged her to take pleasure in her new role; ass, mouth, throat, ass; it insisted, she resolved to ask Winston to explain, as the voices were briefly silent as he prepared the third and largest enema.

Leroy emptied the second enema, noting how clear it ran, and as he hosed the waste away before connecting the third bag, he heard her say “ Master Winston, may I ask a question?”

“Yes Sarah, ask away” replied a surprised Winston.

“ Why did you suggest that I take only liquid for breakfast, Master. I did as suggested, incidentally”

“ Why because Master Ceebert is going to pop your throat cherry later this morning, Sarah, and we don’t want you getting sick all over his cock”, he answered, grinning as he did so.

Sarah fought back the rising terror as the answer sunk in, but as the tap opened on the third bag, and 3 litres of warm fluid trickled into her colon, the voices and the lights and the noises throbbed in rhythm with her pulse, and as the voice continued to insist “mouth, throat, anus”, she was suddenly struck by the fact that maybe they knew best, and it was what she needed, and as Winton’s giant hand on her belly massaged away the cramps that 3 litres of liquid bring to ones large intestine he suddenly realised that in a perverse way, he was actually being cared for. Finally, her colon was full ,and they left it to soak into her insides, doing its cleaning work. Master Winston stroked her hair and explained that Master Ceebert was having her much of the rest of the day, right up to her hair appointment, and she would do well to relax and let the drugs go with the flow, and she responded to his urges, and slipped into a warm, wonderful place as they finished cleaning her bowels for her.

Leroy released the final load, and hosed it away, and packed up his stuff. Then he returned with another black remote buttplug. He showed it to Sarah watching her eyes open wide as she saw that it was not one, but two sizes larger than the first.

“ we were very impressed with the way you coped with the first plug, Sarah, so we have decided to accelerate your anal education. We have skipped the number two size, and your companion for the next 24 hours will be the number 3.This one is 2 1/2 inches at the widest part, and 6 inches long. Since your rectum, and then your colon are not dead ends like your old pussy, the length is not an issue, although we will be testing your depth to extreme at a later date. The width is the vital statistic, and we are proud that you are making such progress so quickly. This plug also has a more powerful vibration, which you will no doubt notice in due course. Would you like me to insert it in your ass-pussy now, Sarah? The size scared her, so she was as shocked as they were when she heard her mouth utter the words “ yes please Master” without hesitation. She felt like a stranger had spoken those words, but  as Leroy gently slipped the newer, larger intruder into her anus, it was definitely her that moaned in satisfaction as the plug reached it’s widest part, and her ass-pussy claimed it as its own.

She was still moaning and purring as they unstrapped her, and had her sit up, and she offered no resistance, indeed was positively cooperative as they placed her legs in the stirrups, strapped her in and spread her open for the double punishment she had completely forgotten about, as the drugs converted the sensations in her ass-pussy and nipples as pure pleasure for the first time.

“ You broke the rules twice, yesterday Sarah-failed to swallow a Master’s cum on both occasions-you know what that means don’t you?” asked Winston.

“ 20 cane strokes Master” relied Sarah, subdued again as she remembered the debt.

“Strokes where, Sarah?”

“ On my pussy, Master” came the reply.

“ No Sarah, it used to be your pussy. Your slut anus is now your pussy. This is now called your cunt. Is that clear?”

“Yes Master” she replied reluctantly. She had always hated that word.

“So you know what to do, Sarah. Be a good girl and make it easy for yourself”

Sarah gulped, lowered her tiny fingers to the lips of her obscenely spread vagina, pulled them wide apart, and said “ please punish this slut’s cunt with 20 cane strokes as punishment for not swallowing Master’s cum yesterday Master”

“ Very good, Sarah. We’ll make a slut out of you yet” grinned Winston as he performed a couple of warm-up air strokes.

As the first stroke landed, Sarah yelped in pain, and the voices light and noise started, as did the vibration in her ass-pussy- a much deeper, more powerful vibration before.

As the strokes continued to land, she yelped , but as the stroke count mounted, and the voices urged her to focus on the pleasure that the intruder in her ass was bringing, and the noises pounded in harmony with her pulse, and her anal muscles gripped the plug tighter, and her nipples throbbed like they had a life of their own, the yelps became moany yelps, and then just moans, and by the time the 20th stroke landed, the moan was a primitive exclamation of pleasure, and the squelch as it landed betrayed the soaking state of her beaten cunt.

They left her alone until her breathing returned to normal. As the sensations subsided, and peace and quiet was restored, she concentrated on what just happened. She had experienced waves of pleasure as her cunt was punished, but the pleasure was not centred there, despite her embarrassing wetness. It was centred in her ass-pussy, as it clenched the plug so tightly its structure must have been tested, and in her previously inert nipples, which right now felt so sensitive that she was sure she could have detected a fly’s footfall on either of them.

The drugs were doing their job, she reasoned- it must be them as she could never respond like that to such unnatural stimulae.

They released her when she was calm. “Thank-you Master for my punishment” she said as she rose weakly to her feet, and wobbled on her red heels. And she meant it-at least briefly.

“Go through to the treatment room now Sarah, and wait for Master Ceebert. He will be with you shortly and will spend a few hours with you. We shall see you again this afternoon when Zachary arrives to do your hair. He wears our ring and you will refer to him in the appropriate manner. There is a pitcher of juice in there. Feel free to help yourself while you wait for Ceebert, but I would advise you to just sip from it. Goodbye until later, Sarah”

She tottered weekly on her red heels into the next room, still weak from the intensity of the last hour’s events. She felt the new, larger plug sat snugly in her ass-pussy, and was not dismayed that she was again to be plugged for 24 hours.

She poured herself a small juice, and sat on the couch, waiting for the man who was going to “pop her throat cherry”, and tried to get her head around the enormity of the task.

After a few minutes, Ceebert walked in. “Good morning Sarah. This is a very special day for me, and also for you. The brothers have told me how you have impressed them so much with you anal progress that they have brought your schedule forward. Well, I am about to do the same with your oral training. We did not anticipate your reluctance to take cum in your mouth, although you clearly will in time, so your throat needs opening immediately to enable you to take it straight into your stomach. It will be some time before you can take Master Winston that way, so you will still have a decision to make there, but if all goes well today, you will have an extra option available to you when you fellate me or Master Leroy. I need to prepare you a little first, as you will need some help here, so please hop into the dentists chair and I will strap you in”.

Terrified, but resigned to the inevitable, she meekly complied, pausing briefly to gasp at the sudden rush of sensations in her nipples as she brushed her chest ever so gently against the chair side as she climbed on.

Ceebert strapped her legs and arms, and then tipped the chair right back so she was nearly horizontal. He then dropped the actual headrest down so that her head tipped back relative to her spine, and then he fastened a strap around her forehead, taking care not to disturb the headset.

This done, he rummaged in the drugs trolley at the other side of the room, and then returned, placed four syringes on the shelf on the chair arm, then reached underneath the chair for a Jeffries clamp.

As he ratcheted her lovely mouth wide open, he started to explain“ You are already familiar with the technique Winston used yesterday to allow your jaw muscles to stretch. Two of these syringes contain diazepam for that same reason. The other two contain a mild desensitiser, which will reduce your tendency to gag, and will be injected into the soft palate around the back of your mouth and your epiglottis. Once you have taken a cock all the way down once, the second drug should not be necessary, as the gag reflex is largely psychological, and once you have done it once, you will know it is possible2

With that, he shone a strong light in her mouth and began a series of injections in the back of her mouth, her throat and her jaw hinges. As the first needle went in, the voices woke up, as did the lights, noise and vibration, and the familiar voice told her that injections could be erotic if they helped her serve her Masters. Pleasure Sarah, pleasure..throat ,ass, mouth throat, throat  throat went the mantra as the needles continued their journey around the back of her mouth. Finally he was done, and a strange sensation flowed through her lower head, as Ceebert released the shiny Jeffries clamp ,and emptied the last syringe into both sides of her flushed cheeks, just in front of her ears. The injections no longer worried her, in fact as the voices encouraged her, When the last few went in, she was sure that her ass-pussy and nipples clenched pleasurably as the plunger was depressed; but the fear of the impending assault remained, despite all the urgings and sensations which tried to distract her.

Ceebert returned the chair to upright, and undid all the straps. He told Sarah to go to the couch and make herself comfortable, and gave her a red lipstick. He busied himself undressing as she nervously sat on the couch, feeling the buttplug move inside her as she sat.

By the time Ceebert approached Sarah, she had applied the crimson lipstick beautifully, and her lovely mouth looked like an entrance to heaven. She looked down between Ceebert’s legs and saw the gold of his piercings glinting in his magnificent weapon and balls and was suddenly overcome with emotion. She threw herself to her knees in front of him and begged . “ Please Master Ceebert, don’t make me do this. I will suck your beautiful cock and worship your pierced balls and make you cum, and I’ll even learn to accept you seed on my tongue, but please don’t violate my throat. I really don’t think I can do it”

Ceebert stroked her hair, and said  “ It seems you have made a decision Sarah. You have undertaken to learn to take out cum in your mouth and on your tongue. That is a good decision, and one that will bring you great pleasure in time. I am glad you arrived at it by yourself. The other Masters will be pleased. But you throat gets popped here this morning. It is your destiny”

With that, the voices, lights and noise started again, louder than usual, and the buttplug hummed harder than ever before. As the familiar voice urged her to accept that all forms of oral worship were sourced of great pleasure, and went into its mantra, the throb in her ass-pussy and nipples made her moan out loud with pleasure, and  as her face approached Ceebert’s cock, her crimson lips opened automatically.

She greedily slipped the gold ring past her teeth as her lips stretch around d his cock head. She ran her tongue like a washcloth over his head, and relished the sensation as precum dribbled from his eye onto her waiting tongue. Savouring the taste of guava that she was rapidly starting to relish, she withdrew from his cock-head, and dropped her lovely mouth to his pierced balls.  Her newly relaxed jaw hinges made accommodating his wrinkly nuts in her mouth a lot easier, and she enthusiastically worshipped each bag in turn, paying especial attention to the gold barbells. Then she reluctantly left the wondrous objects and returned to his cock. As she began her descent onto his pole, she sensed that this was the moment. Her voices told her this was the moment. She felt Ceebert’s hands gently urge her head towards his groin as if this was the moment. She put her fears behind her, as 2 days of repeated suggestion via the Complyormone that cock belonged in her throat finally flicked a little switch in her head, and she knew it was now inevitable. She continued her descent on his cock, and his helmet hit her throat. Yet again, the drugs did their job, and she did not gag. As the throbbing noise and lights and clenching around the humming companion in her ass-pussy suddenly synchronised with the pulsing in her invenomated nipples, she followed her voices guide and went for it. She pushed firmly against the giant intruder, and marvelled at the way the drugs allowed her to savour the sensations without gagging. She enjoyed the feeling of his velvet head against her epiglottis. She enjoyed the way she could feel that her diazepam injections had allowed her jaw to open so wide, and understood that her throat opening had been similarly treated, but however hard she pushed, her throat would not yield.  Ceebert slightly changed his angle of attack, and pushed again himself, and said “swallow as I push Sarah and it will happen” obediently, she swallowed as hard as she could, and with a plop, his massive cockhead slipped past her epiglottis, and slid effortlessly down her throat. Sensations overwhelmed her. Pride, excitement, the pulsing and throbbing in harmony that seemed to be reaching a crescendo, as she cupped his magnificent pierced balls and milked them as she masturbated his shaft with her throat, sliding all the way down until his pubes banged her face, and the back up until his precious cockhead was about to exit her throat, but she never let it leave. All 10 inches vanished repeatedly down her swanlike neck as she did a sword swallowing act on his shaft that was beautiful to watch. Totally contrary to her expectations, the sensation of stretching in her throat was pleasant, and she ran her tongue around the part of his shaft that wasn’t in her throat, she started to feel some very strange sensations of her own The feeling in her ass-pussy was no longer dismissable as warmth. It was a spasming, urgent response that she guessed was the start of her learning to orgasm anally. Suddenly she needed that brute’s cum in her throat and pumped and worked like a dervish, as her scarlet lips stretched obscenely round his massive trunk, and with an inevitability that excited her his sperm boiled and rose and hosed down her throat in torrents as Ceebert let out animal like wails, and the first blast of cum in her throat sent Sarah over the edge as the sensations in her ass-pussy and nipples made her moan and moan in abject ecstasy. In the most sexually complete moment of her life so far, she felt Ceebert’s cock complete it’s ejaculation, felt his load dribble directly down into her tummy, felt his cock go slack in her mouth, and felt his wonderful balls stop spasming. She waited for her own tremors to subside, and then very reluctantly withdrew that magic sword from her slut throat. She licked the last few drops from the end of his helmet, and looked him in the eyes as she said “ thank-you Master Ceebert for taking my throat cherry”, and realised she meant every word. She hadn’t just blown his cock, she had communicated with it. It remained to be seen if she could achieve the same result without the drugs and the encouragement from her comforting friend, but time would tell.

Sarah got up from her knees, and nearly collapsed. She didn’t think she had experienced a full anal orgasm, as she felt there was so much more to come, but it had shown her beyond doubt that the voices were right, and it was indeed possible to come through anal stimulation given the right circumstances (and drugs) suddenly this was starting to seem like an adventure instead of an ordeal, but how would she feel when the drugs wore off? She needed, above all, to keep an open mind.

She eventually flopped onto the couch, and enjoyed the tranquillity now everything had ceased.

“Sarah, you are a natural” enthused Ceebert “ you will make the best black cock slut in history, and to make the journey irreversible, we are going to start your modification here this morning. It has always been our intention to depict your journey into submission on your perfect white skin via my needles and ink. You have crossed the first big bridge today, and I intend to bring it life in your skin. We are going to the next room now, where I have my tattoo equipment set up, and I am going to etch your great achievement today into you skin forever. I will start on your left shoulder blade, since we have to make your ink concealable for a few days at least. This will be the first of many drawing on your body as your journey progresses, and eventually you will be covered. I hop and believe you will come to love the process, but it will happen anyway. Some have described the process as painful, but the drugs you have inside you, and the headset will hopefully convince you that it is a pleasant experience. Are you ready to start your modification, Sarah?”

She did not wait for the enormity of the statement to sink in before she said “ Yes please Master”, such was her suggestibility at the moment, and she strode proudly, naked apart from her heels, and plugged, into the next room to be changed forever.

As she entered the modification room; the only room in the training suite she had yet to visit, she took in the various chairs that presumably could be used to present the subject in a range of different presentations for attention. There was another dentist’s chair, a bed with various articulations, and what looked like a suspension device with various hoops and straps for security it whatever plane the victim needed displaying. There was also a large steel table with some electronic devices, and a series of tattoo guns in sterile holsters, and banks of bottles of ink, sterile wipes, disposable gloves and the like.

Ceebert gestured to the articulated bed, and Sarah laid face down on it with her arms crossed above her squashed breasts, which throbbed loudly in protest.

As he went over to the table and busied himself with gloves, etc. he spoke

“Today, I am going to ink a design it your left shoulder that will depict your new role as an oral submissive. I am well known as a portrait tattooist, and you will be instantly recognisable as the subject. I will also add a legend to this, and each subsequent tattoo that describes your journey. The first few will be on your back. This has the added advantage of being easy to conceal from your husband and employers under summer clothes, and will also be exquisite in their tease value as you will not be able to see them, or read the legends. No-one here is going to tell you what they say, and I doubt you will be asking anyone else. As your back is filled, and your journey progresses, we will move on to your breasts, stomach, waist, thighs, and who knows where else.

As the concept of being a walking litany of black cock submission becomes acceptable to you, each addition will become a badge of honour for you ,and you will crave each one more than the last. Eventually, you will beg for them. Is everything clear Sarah?”

Her head still swam with the events of earlier, and it was with confusion and drug induced acquiescence that she nodded her agreement, not fully absorbing the immenseness of the commitment that she had just made.

Ceebert swabbed her left shoulder blade, and ran a disposable razor over her alabaster skin to remove any trace of hair. He then squared her headphones on her pretty head, picked up his black gun, and started the process of bringing her journey to life in her skin.

The voices and the rest all started up, but lower key than before, even the vibration. Her familiar friend started talking to her about the pleasure of body art and what an erotic odyssey submitting to it was, and she relaxed as Ceebert drew the first black lines of the design that would become a photo standard image of her stretching her scarlet lips around his pierced black cock.

The needle hurt her skin at first, but the buzzing soon blended in with the other background sensations, she relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation of her Master etching her destiny into her skin. Her ass-pussy gently clenched the plug, and her nipples throbbed resolutely as Ceebert wove his magic with the tattoo guns, and her body responded with good sensations as the voices in her head told her how this was part of an adventure that would lead her to orgasms untold. She noticed him change guns after about an hour, and guessed this meant that he was now applying color. She relaxed again, and enjoyed the stinging, buzzing sensation of the second gun that was already starting to harmonise with the other sensation pulsing in the background. Being inked felt good!

After probably the best part of three hours, the buzzing of the gun stopped, and at the same time, so did the background stuff. Sarah sighed with discontent as the comfort zone the buzzing and the vibrating and the throbbing had built around her was shattered. She had been at one with her modification, and was disappointed that reality threatened to remind her that all this was drug induced, and not really her doing.

Ceebert pressed a button on the intercom, and Winston and Leroy reappeared after a few minutes, and stood on either side of Sarah’s shoulders as Ceebert proudly displayed her first tattoo. It was awesome. The fine lines of Ceebert’s gun had drawn a perfect image of the divine Sarah’s sweet face, lips heavily lipsticked in crimson stretched around the shaft of a heavily veined black cock that was obviously more in her throat than her mouth., Her windpipe bulged obscenely with the girth of the monster, and small droplets of fluid escaped either side of the shaft, as a slender hand cupped monstrous balls pierced many times with gold barbells, but the lasting image that both would keep with them  was of the look of ecstasy on the white girl’s face as she devoured the beast, and the stark legend underneath that read “oral slut for black cock-no job too big”

Winston and Leroy applauded, and Sarah asked why they were clapping. They simply replied that Ceebert had excelled himself, and left it at that.

Sarah said “thank-you Master for tattooing my slut body”, and again meant every word as she revelled in the fact that all 3 masters now found her more beautiful.

The spell was broken by a knock on the door, and Zachary‘s face smiled into the room. “anyone need a haircut”, he said sarcastically.

They led Sarah back through to the treatment room, and Zachary was moved by her beauty. He kept telling Winston that he hadn’t fully explained how lovely she was. Sarah’s shoulder was throbbing now, but she felt an  inner contentment.  She had conquered her demons and popped her throat cherry, had enjoyed the beginnings of her first real orgasm, and proudly wore her new ink. She was unsure how much of this would make sense in the morning as the drug haze lifted, but what difference could a haircut make to her day?

Holding that thought. She allowed herself to be guided into the dentists chair, and watched as Zachary attached a backwash tray to the headrest. It hurt her new ink to lie back in the dentists chair, but she did as she was bid, and as Zachary tilted the chair back and started gathering her lovely blond hair into the backwash tray, Winston again spoke.

“ Sarah, we have discussed hair once, and you know my feelings on the subject. That aside, as you now serve black, it is befitting that you honour us with a black hairstyle. You will have noticed that Leroy, Ceebert and Zach all sport the rasta dreadlocks. From now until you ask me to make it otherwise, so will you.

The first thing to do is to straighten those lovely blonde curls out. The traditional method is with ammonia. so we shall stick with that.  Sadly, we have to remove the headset for this process, so you will have to go with the flow, but the buttplug will still activate as needed.

As she took it all in, she thought how minor this all was compared to the things she had undergone in the last 36 hours-and then she felt the warm flow over her hair, and realised that all 4 Masters were pissing into the backwash basin at the top of the chair into which her hair cascaded. The smell of maleness and ammonia overpowered her as her scalp bathed in the warmth of this most intimate shampoo.. Master Zach donned disposable rubber gloves, and massaged the piss into her hair diligently for fully ten minutes, while the buttplug began a very low-key hum. When satisfied that the ammonia had done its job, he wrung her hair out with his hands, and remove the backwash basin and emptied it in the fixed sink across the room. He then clipped a steel table in place of the portable basin, and started combing. He explained “ Sarah, plaiting your hair into dreads takes a while. When, I have combed it into the straightness that the ammonia has allowed, I have to weave each dread intricately from scratch, whilst still wet. The ammonia then sets the dread in place, and the tip of each dread is sealed, traditionally with wax, but for you we have a nicer alternative. I will be an hour or two weaving your new locks, so lie back and enjoy. I think Master Ceebert may want to work on you some more, so at least you won’t be bored?

As she laid back and let the rasta plait her wet hair, she reflected on her new situation. She was here against her will, and practically all of what they had done to her would have seemed repulsive 2 days ago. But they hadn’t really hurt her, they hadn’t really compromised her other life apart from making her feign sickness for the first time ever , and they had taught her things that she never thought it possible to enjoy. She still objected to the use of drugs, but she had to admit it had been in her interests that they did, and her new nipples were rapidly becoming a drug-induced gift she cherished. Fuck it, she thought. Let’s see how I feel about all this tomorrow, and she laid back and enjoyed Zach weaving her piss drenched hair.

As he wove the first dreadlock, she was surprised by how hard he had to pull to make the plait tight, and he quite hurt her scalp. As he finished the first, he threaded a bright red bead over the end, and then crimped a small metal collar under the bead to hold it fast. Finally, he dipped the crimp in a cup of wax he had warning on his side table, and the dreadlock was done. Each one took about 5 minutes, and Zach told Sarah that he had around 40 to do, so she was going to be here some time. She decided to try and enjoy the rest, after all, what girl didn’t enjoy going to the hairdressers? (Most didn’t receive their shampoo in piss though) As she lay back and grew accustomed to Master Zach’s tugging, she felt the buttplug murmur into life, on a very low setting, and she gave a gentle moan of relaxed contentment. After a while, she was brought back to her senses  by the arrival of Ceebert, with a steel kidney dish containing some sterile packs, and a vernier scale. He set the dish down, and, grabbing the scale, started measuring her nipples. He measured across each aureola, then the width of each teat, and finally he measured the depth of the teats as they rose above the aureolae and the depth of the aureolae above the breast meat. Even the gentle brush of the vernier, and the occasional touch of his fingers sent shockwaves through her super-sensitive nipples, shockwaves which she was starting to enjoy very much.

“Hmm,Sarah. I am pleased with this. The invenomation of your nipples has increased your teat length from very little to a good half inch in just two days. Also your aureolae have puffed up nicely, and stand 3/8 inc proud of your breast surface, where as before they were quite flush. The only disappointment is that the diameter of the aureolae has remained at three inches, which is already impressive, but shows no change. Also, the surface of your aureolae has not pimpled up as we hoped, so we will be changing the venom cocktail tomorrow to rectify this. I had intended to place initial piercings in  your aureolae and teats today, but I need to make some special barbells up for the aureolae to help them spread, so that will have to wait until tomorrow. For now, I am going to put the first, base level barbells in your teats. Second ones will follow higher up when your teats have grown sufficiently. Is that clear?”

“Yes Master” relied a stunned Sarah, who was struggling to accept that they wanted her nipples wider as well as more prominent- she had been teased at school about her wide nipples.” Discs” she was called by some of the crueller girls. She found the thought of them spreading further disconcerting. What troubled her more was the fact that they planned multiple piercings in each nipple. She had assumed that piercing meant one in each. So suggestible was she at the moment that she fully accepted that it must happen, but she needed the voices to tell her that it would bring pleasure, and they weren’t there!

Ceebert swabbed each teat with an alcohol pad. Then he placed a small mark with a black pen on either side of the very base of each teat. He then pulled the protective packaging off a very long needle, and removed the plastic protective cap. Sarah saw how wide it was, and her eyes opened wide and she winpered, causing Zach to stop plaiting for a moment. The needle was like a small drinking straw.

“12 gauge Sarah. 2.6mm across. It is necessary to have a wide barbell to stop it cutting the flesh if it is pulled on hard, as it most surely will be from time to time. Now relax while I do the piercings These are only ¾ inch long. Tomorrow’s will be much longer and the same gauge, so think of it as a learning curve. Here comes the first one” He pinched her nipple, causing the teat to stand proud, and confidently pushed the thick needle through, smiling as her skin stretched white over the tip as the needle emerged the other side. Sarah screamed, but as the needle bit, her buttplug went into overdrive just for a few seconds, the most powerful it had ever been, and the scream turned halfway into a moan.

He removed the needle, leaving the plastic cannular in place, and then unscrewed the ball from one end of a gold 12 gauge barbell. He inserted the threaded end into the cannular, and fed it through, then discarded the cannular. He applied a drop of thread locking compound to the exposed thread, and screwed the ball home fast. In a few minutes, the only way to remove this barbell would be to cut it off!

Sarah looked down at the lovely gold jewellery that adorned her teat, and swooned at how it looked. It was sensational, it just belonged there. How could anyone who loved their nipples not sport barbells like these? There was no blood, and the pain, though intense, was only for an instant, and now had ebbed to a throbbing that accompanied the venom induced beat she already felt.

As Ceebert opened a fresh needle for the other teat, and prepared her, he paused as he pinched her nipple taut and gently rested the needle tip on her tit meat. He looked her in the eye, noting how well the dreadlocks were coming, and how they suited her. She returned his stare, and as the vibrating plug exploded into life she murmured “please” so softly she wasn’t sure he heard it, but the needle appeared out of the other side of her teat nonetheless. Ceebert affixed the other gold barbell, and Zach whistled.

“man those look good on her chest don’t they?”

Sarah looked down, and felt a rush of satisfaction as she realised how right he was, but at the same time a sense of loss as the vibration dies back down to virtually nothing.

“Thank-you Master Ceebert for adorning my teats so beautifully” she said, again meaning every word, and he smiled, and kissed them both tenderly before packing his gear away,

For the remainder of the hair session, she laid back and enjoyed the very faint hum of the vibrations in her ass-pussy (presumably minimum setting), and the double throbbing in her recently decorated nipples, and she felt better about life that she had since this all started. How would she feel in the morning when the drugs wore off, she  wondered?

Finally, Zach finished the last dreadlock, and bade her sit up to see the result. Forty dreadlocks looked back at her in the mirror, each one finished with a bright red bead the same colour as her lipstick. The gold barbells twinkled in the light at the bottom of the mirror as she barely recognised the face she saw. She looked sensational.

“Thank-you so much, Master Zach. It looks lovely” she enthused.

“Yes it does, Sarah, so why don’t you thank me in the proper way? He replied, and quickly walked to the couch and removed his shirt and pants. Sarah padded over to join him, and quite willingly fell to her knees. As she slipped his boxers down, she felt him replace the headset over her new dreads, and she admired his cock. Not as big as the other three, but nearly as long as Leroy’s, and a little thinner. Circumcised, the shiny head hung down between some very meaty looking balls. (what was it about balls with her now?..she never even considered them sexual before) She licked her lips as she anticipated the task ahead, but Zach turned around and pulled the cheeks of his black ass apart, and bent forward offering her his anus.

She recoiled and the mood evaporated. What did he want?

“You have learnt the pleasure your slut anus can give Sarah- at least you have scratched the surface. Now it’s time to learn that Master’s anus can also be enjoyable. You will thank me for your hairdo by licking my asshole”

She gulped- assholes were horrid, vile things-then she felt hers twitch around the plug, which hummed up a gear, and the headphones spoke to her as the lights and noise started.

“Pleasure, Sarah, pleasure. Just as your anus is your sexual centre, your ability to love your master’s anus is an extension of that concept. Concentrate on your anal sensations Sarah and worship that asshole with all your skill” Such was her level of suggestibility now that, as the noises and lights beat, and the pleasure in her anus grew as she clenched the plug, she complied meekly, and moved her lovely mouth to his sphincter, feeling her dreadlock beads brush against his firm black buttocks. She flicked her tongue across the anal opening, and was surprised that, far from tasting unpleasant, the taste was earthy and homely, and not at all unpleasant, as she licked with increasing enthusiasm, she found herself probing inside the sphincter with her tongue, then kissing all around the opening, then probing deeper, until she found her tongue hurting underneath as she tried in vain to get in deeper still. Her licking became frenzied, as the headphones told her she was born to suck black ass, and the  throbbing in her nipples told her the headphones were right.

Zach grunted a loud moan of pleasure, and stood up and turned round to face the dreadlocked beauty who knelt before him, looking disappointed at being deprived of her brown Popsicle. He offered her the lipstick, and she smiled, applied it sexily, and lowered her scarlet lips to his groin. Balls first, she look each one in her mouth gently but hungrily, and rolled it around, enjoying the texture and taste, and chasing the tubing under each one with her tongue, marvelling at how wonderfully full each one felt. Then she withdrew, and began her descent on his cock, His purple helmet was already leaking precum as her lips parted automatically(again) as the passed over the eye. She brushed the drops away with her tongue and relished the guava taste as her lips passed his flange. She started giving him her best tongue bath as her mouth descended down his shaft, feeling and loving every vein as she enjoyed the descent, and the headphones told her she was born for this and the background pounded. As his cock touched the back of her throat, she gagged a little, and realised that the drug she was injected with earlier was partly worn off. But the gag was not a strong one, and she persevered, pressing his velvet head against her throat opening, but to no effect. She was getting frustrated, she wanted this pole in her throat-how else could she thank him properly- and then she remembered the swallow trick. Withdrawing slightly, she took a deep breath and swallowed and descended at the same time, and the black sabre was in her throat. Whimpering with delight, she started working her head up and down the shaft, as the helmet slid in deeper, until her lipsticked lips banged against his pubis . As the headphones repeatedly told her throat was best, she slipped her tongue out over her lower jaw and ran it lovingly across his balls, before  withdrawing, and starting the climb back up the ebony shaft. She squeezed his full balls gently, and felt them contract and heard his breathing increase. He was cumming, and as she prepared to receive his load gratefully directly into her stomach where it belonged, she was dismayed that he pulled out abruptly and started coming in her mouth. As the first shot his her tongue, she started to spit, but remembered the feeding tube, and conquered the urge. Instead, she swallowed it as fast as she could, in time to receive the second, equally copious delivery., which for some reason she paused to savour for a second, before swallowing that also. Her tastebuds did not register horrid slime this time, but more guava flavour, and she found herself looking forward to the next squirt, which she rolled around her tongue and was still savouring as the next arrived, As the deliveries dwindled to a dribble, she found herself with a fair mouthful of cum which she continued to pass around her mouth , enjoying the different textures and flavours, and as the headphones told her cum was nectar, she felt the buzzing in her anus and the throbbing in her nipples, and she slowly swallowed the load to the accompaniment of her second ever mini anal orgasm, as the clenching in her anus seemed to extend to her whole torso, and she quivered with pleasure as the cum arrived in her stomach..

As her world went silent, and the spasms abated, Sarah reflected that two of her biggest barriers had been broken today. Her throat cherry had been popped, and her aversion to cum had been conquered. They had also irreversibly modified most of her left shoulder, and her new nipples now carried gold jewellery as well as venom injections. All this had happened in two days. Surely she hadn’t capitulated too quickly? It must be the drugs? Even the thought of losing her last major barrier didn’t scare her so much now- she was halfway there already with the plug. The one thing left on the agenda as she understood it that truly terrified her was the thought of taking the mighty Winston inside her body.

She looked up at Master Zach affectionately and said “ thank-you Master Zach for allowing your beautiful cock in my throat, and for having the wisdom to cum in my slut mouth”. She meant every word she spoke, but why did she say all that? All that was needed was thank-you, and she’d hate herself a little less in the morning?

Zach smiled back at her, and as she stood, Winston walked in with her clothes ,followed by Ceebert and Leroy.

“ My Sarah, don’t you look fine with your proper rasta hair and your lovely gold bars. No more of that Shirley temple blonde locks shit for our black cock whore-now you look properly presented. Do a turn at let’s see the ink?” murmurs all round of approval made Sarah glow with pride, as Winston handed her clothes to her. He removed the headset, and the neck sensor.

“it’s past 6 PM Sarah. Will the wimp be home before you?”

“No Master, he’s working late and won’t be home until 10” she replied, as she slithered into her baby pink cami, gasping at the satin brushed against her nipple piercings.

“That’s good Sarah-here are your instructions. You will leave here and make your way home, plugged like a good girl. When you get home, your hair should be dry, and the straightening process will be complete. You may shower and wash your new dreads. Wash them carefully and with pride. Apply a light soaping to the new tattoo; that will reduce scabbing. Wear something loose enough not to give away your latest modifications, and then behave normally. If the wimp wants sex, blow him. Remember the lipstick. Eat your supper carefully and chew well, as the gag reflex in your newly open throat may not have fully returned yet. In the morning, dress exquisitely, as you did today, and be here for cleansing and injecting at 9AM. Tomorrow is Friday, so we will discuss your weekend schedule then. I would recommend that you continue to take only liquids for breakfast. Your throat will be in daily use now, and you will be swallowing quite enough nourishment to keep you going until the evening. You have done well today Sarah. Dismissed”

she fastened the last button on her kimono dress, and headed for the door, glancing down and noticing that the bumps on her chest under the double layer of satin then silk were becoming a lot more noticeable.

“Goodnight Masters” she said, as she exited and descended the stairs. Looking in the mirror on the stairs, she drank in the way her dreads bounced around her shoulders as she walked. She looked hot!

As she exited via the tattoo parlour entrance, one of Master Ceebert’s assistants, a white guy about 30 with ink all up his arms, was locking up. “Hair looks good Sarah, suits you-goodnight” he said as if they were old friends.

“Thanks mate, See ya” replied Sarah, and was struck by the thought that was the first time she had spoken all day without needing to be respectful. Was it because the lad was white, or because her day was over?

As she wrestled with that conundrum, and concentrated on walking without giving a hint that there was 2 ½ inches of black plastic in her ass-pussy, her question was answered, when a young black guy, barely out of his teens, volunteered “ nice dreads beotch” at her as she walked past, and she looked round, saw him, and said “ thank-you sir” before hurrying away to her home.

As she unlocked her front door and walked in, she picked the mail up from the mat, and there was a bank statement addressed to both of them. Fuck- she never thought of that. If Pete hadn’t been working late, he would have opened it and seen the $25k.

She had to be more careful. She folded the statement into her purse, and decided to log on to her bank after her shower and transfer the $25k into a savings account only she knew about. Presumably Kenny would expect it back when he was released, and it would be safe in there until that time.

She stripped her dress shoes and lingerie off, and headed for the shower. Finding it hard to reconcile the fact that she had walked home with the piss of three black men she had known for two days (three in Winston’s case) drying in her hair, she enjoyed the shower as she washed the day away. But the ink on her back, and the gold in her nipples didn’t wash away, nor did the plug in her ass ,and she felt a tiny bit glad for each of those.

Slipping into her jogging suit, she switched the pc on, and as it booted up, she fished a small steak and some fries out of the freezer and set about supper.

She checked her mail and made the money transfer while the steaks fried.. She uncorked some red wine, and sat and ate from a tray on her own in front of the TV as she waited for Pete to return, only occasionally thinking of the plug in her ass and the throbbing at her chest.

Just after 10, in he walked. “Hi babe, did you eat or do you want something now?” she asked sweetly.

“I’m good thanks, I grabbed something at the desk-worked right through...hey, what happened to your hair?.what a mess”

She felt a wave of anger as she said “everyone else likes it”, and then remembered that a couple of days ago she would have been horrified at the suggestion of dreads, and felt a wave of sympathy and understanding for him, and guilt at the harshness of her words.

“Sorry you don’t like it babe. It cost a fortune, so I’ll have to stick with it. Maybe it will grow on you? Glass of wine?”

“Love one thanks. Didn’t even make the pub tonight, so I’m gagging”

She took him over his glass, and settled down on the floor beside him. Poor sap, none of this was his fault, and he worked so hard for them both. She really should be nicer to him. As she stroked his leg and felt him relax, she rubbed his crotch and said  “Want me to blow you?”

“Hmmm, nice idea” came the reply, and she reached for her purse.

As she unwound the scarlet pencil, he asked her what she was doing.

“ you want my mouth to look good don’t you?” she replied, as she drew the cupids bow on her top lip.

He laughed!

Fuckin cheek-he laughed.

Again she resolved to be nice to him, and unzipped him and scooped out his cock and balls, which started to grow in response. Where was the buzz of excitement. Why wasn’t she licking her lips? At first she wondered if the lack of voices and buzzing was responsible, but then she realised that it was quite simply because this cock did not excite her. Small, thin and white, with little balls that held a few pitiful squirts, she took it in her mouth and was repelled at the texture, and the lack of taste. It tasted of nothing at all, and was smooth and textureless. It was like sucking a silkworm. She thought about trying his balls, but decided to get this over with as fast as she could. She used her tongue on the head and wanked the shaft furiously, and sure enough, he tensed, and about half a teaspoonful of muck arrived on her tongue. In reflex, she spat it out, then realised that was wrong, and looked up at him to apologise and realised that it was what he expected, and he wasn’t even bothered any more.

He said “thanks babe, I’m off to shower”, and downed his wine and went upstairs.

Sarah reflected on what had happened. She thought she had been taught to conquer her aversion to sperm this afternoon, but it just happened again- and then it dawned on her. It wasn’t sperm she was adverse to, it was white man’s sperm. She still hated that, as she had just shown, but when she thought back to the taste of Zach’s load this afternoon her ass and nipples throbbed, and she was sure she could still feel it safely in her tummy where it belonged. The headphones had been right- she was destined to consume black sperm, it was what she was here for, and always had been-she just hadn’t realised it.

She waited until he came down from his shower, and then excused herself, saying she had a long day tomorrow, and a long weekend (How prophetic would that turn out to be?) and needed some sleep. She slipped into her very unfeminine long nightdress and went to bed. As she drifted off to sleep, she stroked her new piercings through the fabric, marvelling at the sensations, and wished the vibrator in her ass-pussy would come on- but of course it didn’t not here; only in her training suite, when one of her masters pressed the remote switch that each of them carried on a hidden fob.