Sarah under Control

Sarah was becoming used to waking alone. Listening for telltale sounds as to whether Pete was up and dressed, she reached between her legs to touch her new ink, and was gratified to note that the area was now dry and not so tender to the touch. She smiled, as her fingers lovingly caressed the base of the giant keeper that was ever so gradually opening her relaxed state wider and wider, so that soon her greedy anus would be able to swallow Winston’s incredible weapon whole. Hearing Pete downstairs, she slipped out of bed and stretched lazily in front of the mirror, loving the way her modified nipples looked under the satin of her favourite pink summer baby-doll. Knowing that her stretchers were being fitted today, she wondered quite what they would look like tomorrow morning.

Shedding the pink satin and donning a robe, she padded softly to the bathroom and did her morning stuff. Choosing her outfit for the day, she decided on a lace-up at the front camisole again in pink, with matching French panties under a lightweight red coat dress, with red heels. Applying her make-up, she went a bit heavy around the eyes again, and applied perfume liberally. She couldn’t help feeling more like someone preparing for a hot date than one being coerced- maybe she had moved on rather more than she thought?

As she went downstairs, Pete was just leaving, and grunted a sulky goodbye at her as he went. Sarah went to the fridge and poured her juice, and then reached to the back of the cabinet and retrieved her special pot. Presumably, the drugs in her system were at a low point right now, so she should feel daunted at the task of eating a yoghurt pot of cold sperm-indeed, no-one would ever know if she put it straight in the trash- yet she licked her lips at the thought of it, and the suggestion that had been implanted in her brain for those first few days that it was nectar flooded over her, and all her now interconnected special areas throbbed in unison, as she greedily spooned it into her pretty mouth. She thought idly that maybe she should have put pink lipstick on to eat it, as she noticed that this was thinner than the cum she had swallowed straight from her master’s cocks, or had sucked from her slut ass afterwards- probably the effect of chilling?

Leaving home, she texted the magic number, and the giant keeper hummed softly into life.

Sarah was relieved that the soreness of last night’s walk home was not repeated, and she was able to enjoy the sensations in her rectum and nipples, as she was ogled and admired throughout her journey, despite the 2 layers of fabric that separated her nipples from the gazes this morning.

Climbing the stairs above the tattoo shop, and walking through to the cleansing room, only Winston and Leroy were there smiling at her this morning.

“ Good morning Sarah. How was breakfast?” teased Winston.

“ Very enjoyable, thank-you Master” blushed Sarah, as she obediently shed her clothes and presented her breasts upon the stocks as if it was second nature. She was amazed to note that her cunt was moist, and all of her throbbed at the mere anticipation of her injections.

Winston ceremonially buckled her in, and went about the business of preparing her syringes, choosing 4 again for her breast injections, dividing the hormone/antibiotic cocktail again, so that the little slut could enjoy all four at once as before. He continued with the high Viagra dose, as she clearly responded wonderfully to it, even if it’s necessity was now in question.

“ would you like to push two yourself again Sarah?” he teased.

“Um-yes please Master”, blushed the slut, as he approached her with the dish. Grasping one breast, he cupped it and offered the fat needle to her teat, then stopped with the tip resting on her milk ducts. “Ask me” he boomed

Sarah blushed scarlet, and said “ Please inject my breast through my nipple master”

Winston very slowly and deliberately drove the needle fully home as the slut gasped in -well, just pleasure to be honest- and when it was home, he guided her little hand to it. Repeating the process with the other breast, he admired the sight of the slut holding two fully charged syringes that impaled her tit meat, glazed eyes anticipating the injection, and as he pushed both of his needles into her breasts, he gave the push command, and heard her animal-like moans as the butt-plug came to life, and about 200ml of drugs forced their way into her milky chest.

Sarah’s eyes remained closed as he withdrew the 4 invaders- it seemed she was still convulsing from the sensations –this was better than he could have ever dreamed-she was a true needle slut, and that made great webcam viewing.

Mixing up her nipple doses, he stuck with nettle/wasp, as the pimpling was very pronounced now, and made her spectacular nipples even more noticeable- but as the stretchers were going on this morning, he decided to give her nipples a maximum work-out sensation wise, and filled her teat syringe with nettle/hornet venom-the strongest mix they had.

Sarah licked her lips in expectation when Winston, as he always did, injected her teats first, and as she waited for the rush of pain in the engorged flesh as the venom took effect, she screamed in surprise as the pain was double that which she expected. It just kept building, and she whimpered with fear, as she thought it would never stop increasing. Finally it levelled somewhere just within the bounds of bearable, and as Winston surrounded her aureolae with little pricks as her spread the nettle/wasp mix throughout her puffy cookies, she was faced with the new experience of a level of pain that her body was unable to process completely into pleasure, and the humming in her ass-pussy seemed to increase in intensity, as if rising to the challenge.

As she was helped up onto the cleansing table, and the keeper eased out of her clutching sphincter, the pain in her teats seemed to rise a little, as her body lost some of it’s focus on interpreting the sensations as pleasure, but as Leroy’s liquids flooded into her bowels, and the Viagra started coursing through her, the levels quickly subsided, and by the time Winston was rubbing her stomach, as the last of the mighty 4 litre douche filled her to capacity, she was beginning to love the new levels of awareness that dominated her fabulous nipples, and her stomach teasingly rubbed back at Winston’s hand the way a cat does to encourage further petting.

As Leroy finished her cleansing, Winston again commented on the fact that she was not due any punishment this morning.

Sarah felt a sudden sense of urgency that her cunt should be caned, and quickly reminded her Master that her cunt was still technically available to white cock.

“What are you saying, little slut?” he asked knowingly.

“Please punish this slut’s cunt for being still available Master” pleaded Sarah.

“It’s only available for a couple more days, but yes, you have a point slut” mused Winston- get into the stirrups and I’ll strap you in- but I want your tongue in Leroy’s ass while I cane you – everyone says you’re getting rather good at rimming, so let’s keep you in practice?”

“ Yes Master, and thank-you” sobbed the slut, embarrassed at the fact that she had begged to have her cunt caned, and was prepared to eat ass to get it.

As Winston strapped her legs to the stirrups, Leroy stripped off and knelt astride her head, offering her his sphincter to worship. As he lowered it, puckering, onto her face, she pulled the eyelets in her labia as wide apart as she could and the first, very hard stroke landed. Screaming into Leroy’s ass, she pushed her tongue in and, just for a moment wondered, partially with excitement, if she would ever be required to perform any other services at this kind of altar. As the cane strokes rained down, she kept her mouth so full of Leroy’s anus that all her moans and screams were lost in the depths of his rectum, as she remembered Ceebert suggesting tongue modifications that would make her better at this, and the spasms started, and her first anal orgasm of the day began to build, the sensations in her nipples now all pleasure, and mirrored by the ones in her pain-racked clit as the blows still landed. The peristaltic pulses that surged up and down her colon seemed be of a new intensity level, despite the absence of her keeper, and she wondered if she would ever stop evolving at these peoples hands as the full force of the anal cum made lights flash in her head.

When reality returned, Winston was unstrapping her from the stirrups, and Leroy was no longer astride her face, but the throbbing in her labia and teats reminded her this was real, and she realised that she had already passed out through orgasm once this morning, and it was probably not yet 10AM.

As they gave the ragdoll on the table a few moments to collect herself, Winston outlined her day. Ceebert was to have her next, to apply her stretchers, and give her another new tattoo marking her progress. Then the boys were going to spit-roast her a little, so she didn’t lose any of her newfound capacity. Following that, she was to spend some time in the urinal hood, before returning to Ceebert to have more of his “masterpiece” on her back coloured in, whilst she blew Winston. Sarah thought dimly that the schedule that had just been outlined to her would have filled her with terror a few days ago, but now each item on the agenda caused her to flood with the warmth of anticipation.

Padding through to Ceebert’s room, she was struck by how at home she felt in the place that was filled with the instruments of her modification. As she looked with affection at the tattoo guns holstered on the steel table, she realised that she was not only becoming at home with wearing Ceebert’s ink, but was starting to feel protected by the fact that she wore his mark, and she found herself wishing there was a way she could suck his pierced cockhead into her throat while he tattooed her pale skin.

“ Good morning Master”, she said with genuine affection, as Ceebert beamed at the arrival of his formerly blank canvas.

“ Lie on your back, Sarah-I want to fit these nipple stretchers” he instructed.

Obediently, she lay on articulated table.  Wow-did Winston use the hornet venom today?” marvelled Ceebert “ I never saw these teats so rigid”

“ Yes Master- he did, and it hurt a lot-but it feels kinda good now” she replied, and he smiled his approval.

Reaching into a small box on the table beside the bed, Ceebert produced four delicate surgical steel rods, with a cup on either end , and a spring action that pushed the cups apart. Compressing the spring on one, he deftly slid the cups behind the upper balls on each of the vertical piercings of her left aureola,.. Releasing the tension, the device gently but firmly pushed the two balls apart, making the pimpled puffy aureola stretch pronouncedly at the top. Repeating the process with the lower balls, the left nipple was now a good inch wider than it was previously, and Sarah gasped at the stretching sensation, adding to the myriad of other sensations that went on in her chest these days. Ceebert explained “ Winston wants as much of your breasts as possible to be nipple- these will gently stretch the nipple meat so that it gradually grows across the breast, whose meat will contract to allow the breast to remain the same size, so the nipple will eventually quite literally grow. Winston wants you to have the widest, as well as the puffiest and most sticky-out nipples he has ever seen-you have quite a journey ahead of you in that respect”

Ceebert added the other pair of stretchers, and then both admired her new, wider nipples with enthusiasm.

“I think, given the effect the hornet venom has had on your teats, I will add a second piercing in each teat this morning too. We want to apply teat stretchers as well, which will involve the insertion of a small grommet in each one, near the tip. Once these have healed, we will be able to apply stretching to the grommets, forcing the teats to grow. We thought it would be a few weeks before the teats were big enough to take a second piercing, but the hornet venom seems to have brought that forward as well”

Sarah gasped- was there no end to their plans for her nipples?...they would soon look like feats of engineering rather than parts of her body, and why did that excite her so?

Ceebert swabbed her teats, which were so sensitive with the venom that she gasped at each touch. He made a small black pen mark on each side of each teat, and then produced an 8 gauge needle, fully 4mm across. He attached a pair of sponge forceps across her left teat to hold it firm, and then, with a good firm push, he drove the needle through the meat, removing a small cylinder of nipple, as her transformation took another small step. Sarah screamed briefly at the sharp pain, but she found herself watching in fascination as Ceebert removed the needle, and then used the cannular that remained to feed an insertion pin into the teat, and thence to slide the skewered flesh over a gold 4mm grommet, sighing in satisfaction as the nipple snapped snugly into the groove around the grommet where it would forever remain.

As he affectionately repeated the procedure with the other one, Sarah looked at her nipples, stretched obscenely wide by the springs between the long 12 gauge barbells, and double pierced at each teat to enable further stretching, and as the beautiful gold jewellery glinted back at her, she decided that for the first time in her life, her nipples were properly loved, and she welcomed every sensation she felt in them, craving ever more as her journey continued.

Winston carefully manouvered her onto her front for tattooing, and as her bruised and battered breasts came to rest on the table, she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being his canvas.

“Left buttock this time Sarah” he enthused, and fetched the steel table that carried his tattoo guns and ink. Swabbing her left cheek, he reached for the outline gun, and the buzzing started, as the now familiar warm sting of the ink being applied washed over her.

As Ceebert worked, Sarah asked him about the tongue modifications he had mentioned, and why he didn’t advise them yet.

Ceebert explained that, whilst everyone knew sluts had a barbell placed in their tongue to aid fellatio, few realised that a series of rings or grommets down the outside of the tongue, as well as three barbells of increasing thickness down the centre meant that each part of the tongue could do a different job of bringing pleasure to a cockhead. He had also always wanted to try piercing the epiglottis at the back of the throat to give added sensation to a cock shaft as it rubbed on the throat opening, but this, to his knowledge, had never been done yet. In addition, it was possible to cut the gristle underneath the tongue at the back, known as the frenum, in order that the slut could extend her tongue out a lot further, making both head and rimming a whole lot more adventurous. The reason he advised against it was that it made talking normally difficult in the short term as well as to a lesser extent in the long term, and thus was not consistent with an office job such as hers. Sarah understood, but knew immediately Ceebert explained the procedures that she had to have them. Anything that made her able to give better head, and moreover to get her tongue deeper into her master’s anus she was destined to have!

Ceebert smiled as she voiced those thoughts, as the image of the dreadlocked, lipsticked beauty with her tongue as far as possible into the anus that lay between the spread black buttocks before her took shape on her left ass cheek. The legend “I rim any black” had already been outlined below.

After another hour, Ceebert finally put down his guns, and as he sprayed antiseptic cleaner on her ass cheek, he couldn’t help but admire his portrait skills, as the face worshipping anus on her buttock was every bit as beautiful as the person who wore it.

Thanking her Master for her new ink, Sarah went back through to the treatment room, to find that Louis had appeared. It seemed that her spit-roasting today was to involve Leroy, Ceebert and Louis (How she wished she was open enough to take Winston as well), and as she went to the dentists chair for her jaw-hinge and throat injections, she began to feel her arousal begin.

As she assumed her usual Doggy-style crouch to receive her Masters’ cocks in her throat and ass-pussy, she was struck for the first time at the absolute submissiveness of the position, and she realised with certainty that she would never receive a cock laid on her back ever again. Her Masters began their invasion of her wanton body, and as each one in turn occupied her colon or throat, the orgasmic waves began rolling over her, as she sought to get them in deeper at either end, and by the time each one had occupied both of her slut channels, and had deposited their sperm deep in her beautifully tattooed ass, the convulsions had become one long large orgasm which had wracked her colourful body for half an hour, and left her so weak from the muscular devastation that had torn through her body for that time, that it was only being impaled on her cock that kept her in the kneeling position. As the last two withdrew, she collapsed onto the table, barely conscious enough to notice the drainplug being pushed into her now cavernous anus.

As the drain tube from the plug was offered to her lips, they automatically parted to receive the intruder, despite her semi-conscious state. It seemed her body was developing a reflex action now in that it opened whenever anything was offered to it. She closed her mouth around the feeding tube, and sucked the precious fluids from deep within her body, enjoying the post orgasmic warm feeling that swept over her as she drank deeply of the seed.

They let her rest awhile, so that her latest tattoo could stop weeping, and then Winston appeared brandishing her piss hood. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as she saw that they had polished the nameplate so that the “Sarah” motif gleamed at her, and she knelt meekly for her master to buckle it around her neck and head, noting to her surprise that she felt no trepidation this time at the knowledge that her face and mouth were about to be a urinal for four black hoses- indeed her sexual centres betrayed her rapidly vanishing sense of decency by spasming in unison at the thought.

Winston led the hooded slut through to the wet room, followed by her other three Masters who had been drinking water to excess whilst the slut recovered her wits after her spit-roasting.

She knelt to face them, and as they all stripped their pants off, and stood around her, massive weapons all ready to anoint her, she opened her mouth wide, and looked each one in the eyes as instructed as one after the other they voided their bursting bladders into the wanton drain-hole that was her slut throat. This time, she was determined to honor them by swallowing as much as she could, and gulped furiously to try to cope with the torrents that cascaded into her pretty face. She swallowed like a trooper, and with each swallow the sensations in her anus and nipples built. Three times during the session she shuddered to an orgasm of such intensity that she was unable to swallow, but she kept her mouth open wide throughout, which made Winston smile inwardly at the ever increasing levels of devotion their slut was showing.

As the last Master emptied the remaining drops from his bladder into her greedy mouth, Winston examined the catch trough under the hood, and was impressed to see that she had swallowed more than he ever imagined possible. There was a quart or so of piss in the catcher, but he estimated that was less than half of what she must have swallowed…this girl, he thought proudly, is a natural.

So impressed with her was he that he actually asked her if she had room for any more rather than just making her drink the residue. As he opened the valve and drained the piss into a pitcher, she confessed that she did not feel able to drink much more, but was happy to try if it pleased them. Satisfied with the devotion this response took, Winston excused her the task, but assured her that, far from being wasted, the piss would be added to her first cleansing enema tomorrow. Sarah was astonished that, on hearing those words, her nipples throbbed so hard she moaned out loud.

Winston unbuckled the hood, and told her to go grab a shower, before reporting back to Ceebert for some more color on the centrepiece on her back, which was becoming ever more impressive.

As she showered, Winston told the boys that Teddy had arranged for the website to go live tomorrow, and Sarah’s first task, after cleansing and injection, was to be probed by Teddy’s new fibreoptic dildo cameras as she was “introduced” to her online public.

Suitably cleaned and refreshed, Sarah reported to Ceebert, and laid face down on his couch to receive more color on the masterpiece. As promised, while he worked, and she let the pleasurable sensations wash over her as the needle bit into her pale skin, Winston stood at her head and offered her his ebony trunk to worship. Parting her recently re-lipsticked crimson lips theatrically to receive the weapon, she expertly teased the tip with her tongue, graduating quickly from little caresses to great hungry, slobbering licks before straining her injected jaw hinges as she began her descent down the pole that she adored above all else. As she worked her magic, Winston started to explain about the webcam show tomorrow, and as he reached the part where he told her not to eat breakfast as they would be filming the depths of her throat, right down into the stomach, she went crazy on his cock, and was rewarded with a torrent of seed at the back of her throat just as her anus and nipples exploded in an orgasmic starburst that made her spasm so violently that Ceebert had to stop inking until the waves subsided.

After an hour, Ceebert holstered his tattoo gun, and looked at the mirror’s images of Teddy’s cock. The images were now so realistic one felt they could almost throb with a life of their own. This was turning out better than he had dared hope…and if all went smoothly with the husband on Wednesday, then he would be able to start on her front, her legs….he felt his cock throb at the thought.

As Ceebert cleaned and dressed her back, Winston explained that she was through for the day now. She was to have a double helping of cum this evening to make up for her fast tomorrow, and was to pay special attention to her appearance tomorrow, as first impressions were vital for her webcam public. She was to be allowed to wear a mask tomorrow, but if all went well on Wednesday, it would not be required for many sessions.

Leeroy gently but firmly pushed her evening companion, fully charged, into the cavern that had once been her virgin anus, and Winston bade her dress and dismissed her.

As she walked home, she marvelled at the newer, even more intense sensations she was experiencing in her now heavily modified cookies as they brushed against her silk lingerie, and wondered just how much crazier it could get when she was “outed” on Wednesday; and smiled when she realised she really didn’t care.

Avoiding Pete wherever possible that evening, she slipped into bed that night and stroked her new nipples lovingly as she slipped into a well earned sleep