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Sarah woke on Wednesday morning from a surprisingly deep sleep. Given the momentous events that were now approaching with an inevitability that ought to scare her, she had expected to sleep very little. The atmosphere the previous evening had been quite relaxed, as she had made a point of being as nice to Pete as was realistically possible. She had cooked him a sumptuous meal, they had split a wonderful bottle of Chardonnay, and had relaxed before bed. He had tried to get fresh with him as bedtime approached, but she had cunningly ducked the issue by promising to share his bed the following evening if he didn’t go to the pub on the way home. He said that would be no problem, and she smiled inwardly in the knowledge that he would need a clear head to fully take in the bombshell that awaited him. She did allow a previously dormant wicked part of her to surface briefly, when, after having her bedtime cream, she kissed him deeply whilst the taste was still fresh in her mouth. She had also book-marked her site on explorer before she went up.
Laying out her attire for her last day of secrets, she chose a pretty pink camisole and panty set, white hold-ups and pink 4 inch sandals. Laying out a red and white wrap-around summer-weight silk dress, she showered and busied herself with her now regulation heavier make-up as Pete finished breakfast downstairs and exited, whistling happily at the anticipation of the evening entertainment.
Finishing her muesli and cream, she swallowed the last of her juice and coffee and texted the number that activated her companion and exited into the sunshine to walk to her destiny, smiling as the humming came quietly to life.
She was by now used to the tingle of excitement as she climbed the stairs above the tattoo parlor, but today it was different. She knew it was the real start of her full rehabilitation, and took a perverse comfort in the tremble of fear that gripped her. She found it almost incomprehensible that she was still due back at work in the office on Monday-that all seemed a lifetime ago.
Walking through into the cleansing room, she was flattered to see that Louis had joined Winston, Ceebert and Leroy to greet her, and flushed with pride as they all told her how lovely she looked.
As she presented her breasts or injection, and then climbed up for cleansing; the brothers all fussed over her, stroked her dreads and stomach with what was close to affection, and chatted to her more like a pet than a slave- yes, that was how it felt...like a pet that was pleasing her masters with her good behaviour!
When she was fully cleansed, and the effect of her injections was coursing through her veins, Leroy produced a new Remote controlled keeper…quite the biggest one yet. It must have been well over 3 inches at the flare...probably nearer 4...and was a good 2 inches deeper than her previous companions had ever been.
“ A special occasion deserves a special butt plug, slut” teased Winston, as Leroy eased it home, and Sarah grunted as her sphincter stretched to close to it’s limit before the widest part was reached and her rectum pulled it greedily inside her.
Standing and adjusting to a new level of fullness that a week ago would have been unthinkable, she waited for the spasming to settle down, and enjoyed the pulsing in her nipples that told her the plug was welcome. Winston told her to dress fully again, and then join them in the training room for coffee and instructions.
Sitting on the leather couch, sipping coffee laced liberally with Teddy’s wonderful cream, she felt completely at home as Winston spoke
“ The launch of “Deep inside Sarah” appears to have been a major success. Teddy tells me that the live broadcast had over 120,000 hits, and as of an hour ago we had nearly 700 annual subscriptions in at $50 a time. That’s serious business, and Teddy expects them to keep rolling in, especially if you perform like the good slut that we all know you are. We also asked for suggestions from subscribers- there have been many, most of which we will permit. The one suggestion that appears far more than any other is the idea of the best tattoo suggestion each session being made to happen for the next broadcast. That appears to have had a stupendous reaction, and I have a feeling that you are going to be a walking tapestry of filth by the time the site is a year old. I am unsure how you feel about being a public success, Sarah; but we are all very proud of you, and are very excited about the future.
Now for today- you will go for a walk around the town this morning Sarah. First of all you will find a bar two blocks away called the Soul Café. You will walk in and tell the barman that Winston sent you. You will obey any instructions they give you- do not be alarmed; they will not harm you- they are acting on my instructions. You will not be attending to any black cock during this visit. When they dismiss you, you will find a Locksmith’s and have a copy of your front door key cut. You will also have a personalized key fob made with the word “MASTER” emblazoned very prominently on it. Finally, you will go to a major store and but a sexy nightdress that covers all of your modifications, and is not see through enough to make them out. I would suggest that it needs to be embroidered around the bust so that your nipple furniture does not show through. Do not spend more than necessary- you will only wear it once. You will then drop the key into the tattoo parlor and walk home. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, and set a romantic atmosphere when Pete returns. Tease him and get him excited, but delay going to bed until the last possible moment. When you finally go upstairs, text “please rehabilitate this slut” to my cell phone, and change into your new nightdress. Settle down in bed with the wimp, and tease and torment him, but no more. Twenty minutes after we receive your text, we shall let ourselves in and quietly enter the bedroom. You will greet us in an appropriate manner. We will then explain everything to Pete as we close your slut pussy in front of him. The rest will happen naturally. Do you understand?”
“ Yes Master”, she almost whispered, as he wrote down his personal cell number for her.
Entering it into the memory under M, she swallowed hard, as Winston gestured to the door, and all the Masters murmured words of encouragement and” later”. She walked out, down the stairs, and into the sun, and her rehabilitation began in earnest.
She decided to ask the way to the Soul Café, and chose to ask a black man on the premise that he would be more likely to know than a white person. As a smartly dressed African gentleman walked by, she walked up to him and blushed, as the words “Excuse me Sir” slipped naturally from her scarlet lips.
“How can I help, lil lady?”, crooned the passer by, as his eyes hungrily drank in the curve of her breasts
As he explained how to get to the café, which was indeed just 2 blocks away, Sarah flushed still further as the guy made no attempt to disguise his lust, and she again wandered if maybe he was wondering if maybe he’d seen that dreadlocked head somewhere on the Internet recently?
Thanking him, she walked slowly and thoughtfully towards the destination, only snapping out of her thoughts when her plug hummed into life, presumably signalling her arrival was imminent?
As she turned the corner and saw the sign that read “ Soul Café”, she was dismayed to see that it was a real dive- the sort of place that 2 weeks ago she would not have been seen dead in. Steeling herself, she walked in, trying to ignore the blatant lechery of the entirely black clientele as she approached the bartender.
“Excuse me Sir- Winston sent me,” she almost whispered, as heads turned to see who had addressed old Patrick as Sir.
“Run that by me again, lil lady, and this time so I can hear you”, scolded the distinguished but greying black man, and Sarah felt that he was trying to tell her that she was not behaving correctly.
Clearing her throat, she offered, more loudly “ excuse me Sir, but Master Winston sent me” Her guess was correct, as her this time correct use of protocol brought a huge grin from Patrick
”That’s better, lil lady- you must be slut Sarah” he said warmly, as the whole contents of the bar looked at her with undisguised lust, and she felt probably as vulnerable as she had ever felt in her life.
“Come this way, Sarah” he gestured to a corridor at the rear, as another black guy appeared to tend bar.
As he ushered her down the corridor, he said soothingly in her ear “ Don’t worry when we go in the back room, lil lady. It is full of teenagers, but they all respect Winston and know what is and is not allowed. I will stay there to make sure order is maintained. The purpose of your visit to the back room is this- Winston tells me it is important that someone’s first glimpse of your slut body tonight has maximum shock value. I understand that your back is very colourful, but that your front could do with brightening up a bit. The boys will attend to that”
Sarah whimpered and stifled a tear, as fear rushed over her, but the plug seemed to know she needed help, and the buzzing stepped up a notch as they entered a smoky room full of black guys in their gangsta rap attire shooting pool. As the total objectification of her current situation struck her, the plug guided her to a pre orgasmic spasm as her nipples throbbed like a thumb struck by a hammer.
The conversation stopped, and the youngsters...mostly around 17, but one or two slightly older, gathered round the trembling white beauty and she smelled their excitement.
“This is Sarah- she is Winston’s property- you know what is required. You can have a few minutes to check out the goods, and then you can all mark her twice” Sarah counted at least 15 lads, so whatever the “marks” were; she was about to receive 30 of them.
Patrick stood behind her and whispered in her ear “Unbutton the dress, lil lady”
Sarah gulped, and fought the urge to refuse. The utter inevitability of it seized her, and she slowly unbuttoned her wrap-around silk dress, and Patrick reached round, and slowly opened it wide, showing the room the loveliness of her white hose and pink lingerie.
“Ok dudes- check it out, but don’t damage the goods- just the packaging”
Four of them eagerly walked forward. and reaching out with surprisingly large and powerful hands for their age, grasped the flimsy silk and effortlessly tore it from her pale body. In an instant, the fabric was rent asunder, and her magnificent breasts spilled into the smoky atmosphere. She heard whistles and comments like “hey man-check out that metal in her titties” and “ get a load of those nipples man-‘I’ve eaten smaller pizzas than those”
Struggling with the dichotomy of utter humiliation and abject excitement at having had such an effect on 15 kids, Sarah allowed the sensations to flow over her as her breasts abdomen, legs, and labia were swamped by a sea of black hands all “checking out the goods”, pulling her labia apart like Kermit the frog’s mouth as they marvelled at her grommets. She winced a bit as their rough hands traced the outline of the not yet one day old “no entry” sign on her mons, but felt familiar clenching around the plug as she heard them read it out aloud and giggle at her total subjugation. They were surprisingly gentle as they pawed her cookie furniture- it was almost with reverence that they examined them, as Patrick held her firmly from behind, and the last scraps of her once pristine lingerie fluttered silently to the floor.
After a few minutes, Patrick told them viewing time was over, and they quickly formed two queues, one to either side of her.
“OK boys- two at a time, two each. Let’s not damage the goods, and let’s be artistic about it” encouraged Patrick
Totally confused, Sarah felt paralysed as the first two approached her lovely body, and both knelt before it. As a pair, they pushed their mouths to each side of her stomach, and she felt a warm pleasant sucking and nibbling on both sides of her abdomen. As the unexpectedly sexy sensations washed over her, it dawned on her…Hickeys! These boys whose mothers were probably younger than her were going to cover the front of her body with hickeys, and Pete was going to see them later! Rather than panic, Sarah actually relaxed as the realisation that she was in no danger sunk in, and as lad after lad marked her body twice with the bright crimson hickeys that their powerful suction created, she started to get excited. As the mouths travelled across her stomach, up to her breasts, the waves of pleasure started in earnest, and she thought briefly that this was probably what falling into a tub of leeches, or being raped by a gang of limpets and barnacles felt like, and an anal orgasm of wicked intensity ripped through her. By the time the hungry black mouths had marked her chest, slender shoulders, and tops of her arms, she was cumming constantly, and as the last few added their handiwork to the tops of her thighs, giving her hickey garters just above the tops of her white hold-ups, she was crying out to all that was holy not to stop, beseeching the hungry mouths to cover her entire body, to turn her into one large black slut hicky. As the lads looked questioningly at Patrick, he gave a barely discernable negative nod- they had their instructions, and despite the slut’s pleadings, this was as far as it went.
As they all retreated, they watched as the orgasmic waves gradually subsided, and eventually Patrick felt she was able to support her own weight again, he released her, and she sobbed softly as she looked down at her body- she looked like she had been caught in a hail of rubber bullets. Bright scarlet bruises covered her from just below her neckline to her stocking tops- only her pubis and her nipples had escaped the assault, and she had loved every minute of it!
Patrick told her to button up her dress. As she did, two things dawned on her. Firstly, the dress didn’t entirely cover the hickeys- several were viewable on her chest and up to her neckline; even on the tops of her arms. Secondly, and perhaps more alarmingly, she had no underwear- her cookie modifications showed clearly through the silk, her teat grommets were unmissable, and the slightly see-through dress would most probably show the outlines of her ink. When she went shopping, she would be the only person in town that didn’t know what adorned her back. As it happened, the dress was only ever so slightly transparent, so only the vaguest hint could be seen- but she didn’t know that, so her humiliation was real.
Patrick told her to thank her young artists, and as she bowed her head very slightly and said “thank-you for adorning me, Sirs” there was a loud murmur of approval.
As Patrick led her back into the crowded bar, the sunlight hit her dress, and she sensed a buzz in the room, as the outline of her body modifications was apparent to all. Patrick said “ Perhaps you’d like to share a drink with us Sarah before you leave? It’s high time you learned that black company is good for you”
Sarah, who had been dreading going out in the street looking like this, only hesitated for a second before saying “ that would be an honor, Sir”
As she took a seat at the bar and Patrick poured her a beer, she very quickly relaxed, and started to enjoy the attention she was receiving from everyone in the bar, as the word spread that this white beauty was on the road to rehabilitation to black cock slut. She was amazed at how quickly she relaxed with these men- who were indirectly involved in her blackmail, subjugation and modification. She realised that she didn’t feel ornamental in their company- she felt useful. She warmed at the fact that her company brought them pleasure, and the thought that they may all be watching a digital view of her insides and actively participating in her continuing modification and corruption online by next week sent another orgasmic tremble through her that nearly made her spill her beer.
As the time came to leave, she felt reluctant to go, but she had tasks to complete, and as she bade farewell to Patrick and his friends, she thrust her chest out proudly, not caring that her nipple modifications were very obvious, and that her neck sported monster hickeys. As she walked towards the locksmith’s, she started noticing something that shocked her. All the disparaging looks she was getting came from white folk, especially the women. The black people she passed just smiled at her warmly, as if in acceptance, whereas her white peers appeared judgemental at best. Winston’s words came back to her, and she began to realise how right he was.
As she walked into the locksmith’s, she pulled her key from her purse, and offered it to the blousy woman behind the counter, asking politely for a copy to be made while she waited. The woman grunted at her, and openly scowled at the marks on her arms and neck as she fussed with her purse. Sarah flushed red with embarrassment, as the woman busied herself key cutting. Returning with the copy, Sarah reached out to take the keys back, and help a gasp from the woman, as the act of reaching forward pulled the flimsy fabric of her dress taut across her chest, and a lithograph style rubbing of all the jewellery in her right nipple caught her attention. Sarah smiled through her embarrassment as the shopkeeper colored an even brighter red than herself. Sensing the balance of power move, she decided to have some fun with this stupid, judgemental woman. “Do you have key fobs which you can engrave or similar?” she asked coyly.
“Yes, we do”, whispered the uncomfortable assistant- “We can personalize any of those there”, gesturing to a rack of tags and the like.
Sarah chose a large, very unsubtle one, and handed it over. “Please mark it MASTER, and capitalize it” she asked proudly, and was rewarded with another flush of biblical proportions as the foul woman hurried off to engrave it, anxious to get this slut out of her store.
As she paid for her goods and left, she smiled and cheerily said “ see you again soon” teasingly in the way out, and made a mental note to tell her masters how this woman had disrespected her.
Now relaxed and at home with the attention her slut appearance drew, she cruised the malls until she found what she needed. She bought a beautiful peach satin nightdress with a high neckline and a heavily embroidered bust line that would keep her “engineering” concealed, and which finished seductively short, but long enough to cover her hickey garters.
Feeling very sexy, she paid the young girl on the checkout, noticing in the mirror people craning their necks to check out her chest without being caught.
Tasks done, she made her way back through the sunshine to the tattoo parlor, and left the key and fob with Ceebert’s assistant.
Walking home, she realised it was only early afternoon, and decided to have some relaxation time before Pete came home, and the big event started. She felt fabulous looking slutty- all covered in hickeys and in a virtually transparent dress that left nothing to the imagination. She felt a more complete woman looking like this than she ever had in all her finery as a white man’s ornament.
Letting herself in, she looked around at the place that was her home. This was their sanctuary- the place they could both retreat from the madness of the outside world. She had made it nice over the years and had always felt safe here. It was an odd feeling knowing that she had willingly given a set of keys to their home to a man she had not met two weeks ago, in the certain knowledge that he and his colleagues would use that key to let themselves in and irreversibly change her life forever in a few hours time, and it alarmed her a little that she felt a warm surge of contractions at the thought.
She decided to make the most of the rest of the afternoon, and drew herself a hot bath and luxuriated in it, gazing in admiration at the fresh marks on her body, and casually fiddling with the multiple piercings that adorned her chest as she took in the bright colors of her “No Entry” sign.
After a long soak, she hopped out, and patted herself dry, pulling on a fluffy terry robe. As she sat at her dresser, and did the make-up that would greet her Masters later, she again applied a heavier, more sexual ensemble than usual, and used a squirt or two more than was decent of her favourite scent.
Deciding that she needed to dress down until the time she sent the text, she slipped into a comfortable and decidedly unglamorous jump suit, and busied herself in the kitchen, trying to make the evening as pleasant as she could with a nice meal and a good wine.
After some relaxed preparation, she settled down with a book, sitting carefully as the massive plug in her ass-pussy was still uncomfortable in that position, although she had already grown used to it whilst walking. The time slipped by quickly until she heard Pete’s car pull up, and he walked in whistling. Her stomach turned somersaults as she realised the cruelty of what she was about to do.
He kissed her enthusiastically, and she noted that for the first time in ages, there was no smell of alcohol on his breath-talk about too little too late! She subtly ducked and avoided his clumsy gropes, assuring him that his time would come later, and that they should enjoy a relaxing evening first. He seemed to buy that, and as they settled in for the evening, they shared an intimate supper over conversation so mundane and ordinary that she almost forgot what was imminent. Each time the presence of the plug in her ass jerked her back to reality, she felt a surge of guilt, and hoped that the moment would arrive before she lost her resolve.
As settled down in front of the TV, and the conversation lapsed, her mind started to wander to the task ahead, and she became increasingly restless. When she could finally bear it no longer, she stood up, walked to Pete and kissed him on the cheek, whispering softly that if he went up to the master bedroom, she would slip into something sexy, and join him in a few minutes. Grinning broadly, he killed the TV and hurried up the stairs like a kid on his first date.
Gulping deeply, she pulled her cell from her purse and slowly typed, “please rehabilitate this slut”, and, scrolling down to Winston’s number, only hesitated briefly before hitting the send button and starting the rest of her life.
She trod softly up the stairs, and into the guest room, which had been hers for the past week, where the lovely peach nightdress lay on the bed waiting for her. Checking her wristwatch, she reckoned on 15 minutes to go, and took her time slipping into the satin sheath, needlessly applying more scent to kill time.
When 5 minutes remained to their arrival, she steeled herself and crossed to the master bedroom, where Pete lay naked under the covers. She slid in next to him, feeling more guilt as he told her how lovely she looked, and asked if she had bought the new nightdress for him. Telling him to calm down and relax in order to stop his hands feeling her cookies, she kissed and nibbled his chest, and teased his nipples with her fingers, as she strove to keep him at bay until they arrived. She had worked her way down to his pubic area, and was facing the prospect of having to suck his little white cock to keep him under control when she felt him go rigid, and sit up.
“Did you hear something?” he whispered.
“No, it’s your imagination”, she replied, and did the only thing she cold think of to distract him- she took the head of his cock in her lipsticked mouth, and heard him groan as she fought the revulsion that having something so unpleasant in her mouth caused.
Just as she started working on his nasty glans, the door opened, and Pete leapt out of bed. ”Who the fuck are you?” he shouted, feeling somewhat ridiculous sporting a huge erection and nothing else; and then withered somewhat as he saw the massive bald black man in the immaculate suit that filled the doorway.
“Hello Sarah”, said Winston’s baritone voice smoothly, and Pete’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly as she realised his wife knew this giant (he felt he knew him too from somewhere, but he couldn’t place it)- but his speechlessness changed to utter confusion as two more large, dreadlocked black men followed the giant into the room. As he looked on helplessly, his wife got up from the bed, threw herself to her knees before the trio, and shakily said “ Welcome, Masters”
As the black dudes grinned at his plight, rage surfaced over fear, and Pete started shouting at the men, moving towards them as menacingly as he could muster.
Laughing, the dreadlocked pair effortlessly subdued him, and forced him into the chair in the corner. Leroy produced gaffer tape, and secured his arms and legs firmly to the chair. Growing tired of his protests, Winston added, “you have a simple choice-shut the fuck up and listen or we tape your mouth closed-understood?”
The subdued husband nodded meekly, and looked in bewilderment as he started to explain
“ I am Winston. These are Leroy and Ceebert. We are…. acquaintances…. of the lovely Sarah. It has come to our notice that a great injustice has been going on in your lives, and we have already started working with Sarah to correct that. We intend to carry this process through to its natural conclusion, and you need to know that this is now inevitable. Allow me to show you what I mean”
Gesturing to Sarah to stand, he had her turn to face her restrained husband, and, as she looked him in the eye, Ceebert and Leroy, who stood either side of her, effortlessly tore the satin sheath from her body in one powerful stroke. As her modified breasts spilled forward, and his eyes took in the mass of hickeys, he started stuttering and stammering; and as her read the legend so beautifully tattooed on her pubis, he managed to gasp “Why?”
“You may tell him Sarah”, encouraged Winston and he waited with interest to hear her version of how Kenny’s money ended up in their account.
She opened her lips to speak, though for a moment, and then simply stated
“Because I am a black cock slut. I always have been, but didn’t realise it until Master Winston showed me the light. It is what I am”
Winston hid his amazement, and the pride he felt at hearing that statement. She could, and was expected to have blamed it all on the blackmail scam, but she had chosen not to. Now she was truly theirs. He would use the scam to keep the wimp in line though!
Tears rolled down Pete’s cheeks as the dreadlocked pair guided Sarah slowly round in a circle and his incredulous eyes took in the litany of filth that adorned his wife’s back. He saw the lovely blond hair that he remembered falling free across her shoulder tied up in pretty ribbons as she sucked black cock. He saw his now dreadlocked spouse injecting her own breasts with who knows what. He saw her licking ass- she never did anything anal for or with him-it was always a no go area- and finally he saw that prodigious, scary magnificent studded weapon in mirrors image on her lovely back.
Shaking his head in disbelief, he listened as Winston continued
“You will have noticed from the very clear message on her pussy that she is now an ass girl. Black men only use white girls in the ass and throat, and Sarah has been responding very well to her training in this respect”
Without being told, they bent Sarah over and parted her sweet cheeks, and he gasped at not only the large black plug that nestled in that part of her that he had never been near, but also at the beauty of the red rose that adorned her now cavernous opening.
As she straightened up, and turned to face him, Winston continued
“You will also note that we are modifying her breasts. Here will be many modifications in the coming months until she is the perfect black companion. I suggest you learn to deal with it. Your sexual involvement with Sarah is at an end. You may witness our time with her this evening, but henceforth you will be confined to the spare room during our visits, which will be unannounced, and when sleeping. You will not share her bed again. He other aspects of your married life are unaffected- you are at liberty to continue to cohabit as husband and wife should it suit you both. I would suggest that if you can deal with her continuing rehabilitation, and a platonic relationship, then you might be wise to stay”
As he spoke, Pete looked his lovely wife in the eyes, hoping to see regret. Instead, he saw steely resolve, and something else...he may be wrong, but he could swear it was excitement.
“Before you get any ideas about going to the police, there are things you should know. We will fill you in later, but first we have business here” threatened Winston.
“ In order to formally terminate Sarah’s days of pussy sex, we have pierced her labia with grommets in advance of tonight. Ceebert is now going to close it permanently, and you are going to witness your wife’s infibulation”
Gesturing for her to lie on the bed, Leroy held her legs high and wide, making her pierced labia gape obscenely at Pete.
“ Because she will be closed permanently, she needs to be able to piss” explained Winston, as Ceebert opened a sealed pack that contained a catheter about 3/8 inch in diameter. Squeezing a blob of KY from a tube, he lubed up the length of the tube, and, carefully squeezing either side of her clit to open her urethra, he expertly fed the tube slowly into it’s new home in her bladder. Sarah gasped uncomfortably as the intruder slid home- she still had not learned to appreciate the sublime pleasures of urethral penetration. Winston noted this, and added it to his “to do” list.
Ceebert then produced a sleekly curved steel insert, about four inches long and a good inch in width at one end, but much narrower at the other. The wide end flared out into a plate that roughly followed the contours of her pussy lips, and was drilled with holes spaced roughly in line with her labia grommets, Finally, a gold hinged cover lay open, but would clearly cover the apparatus when closed. At the non-hinged end of the cover was a hole. and a slot. On one end of the flared part was a tiny eyelet around the same size as the slot.
As Leroy held her legs firmly, Ceebert eased the steel chastity device into Sarah’s redundant pussy. She noticed that, in these days when everything seemed to arouse her, the insertion of an object not dissimilar in girth to her husband’s cock into her cunt did not even cause a ripple- maybe her body was learning faster than she knew?
As the cold steel slipped in, Ceebert fed the catheter through the hole, and the flange slipped up to rest snugly against her labia. Producing a fine gold chain, Ceebert laced it through the grommets on her pussy lips taking in one of the holes in the flange with each grommet. He left the front two grommets vacant, and then pulled the chain tight.
Just as happens with a shoe, her pussy lips closed tightly on the flange plate of the chastity device, and her cunt lay tightly closed against the plate, which her pussy meat held firmly in place. Ceebert produced a tiny gold clasp, and secured two links either side of the chain firmly, as would a knot Her Cunt was now laced shut, and her chastity device was locked inside her. Finally, he carefully closed the gold-hinged cover over the entire assembly, feeding the catheter through the hole. The ornate gold escutcheon covered not only her laced labia, but her clitoris as well. As he fed the flat tab through the slot, and locked it into place with a tiny but precision made gold padlock, all that could be seen of her pussy meat was one grommeted part of each pussy lip at the front either side of her catheter. Otherwise, it was as if her cunt had vanished, as the smooth gold shield hid any evidence of what lay beneath. Ceebert fitted a tap to the catheter after cutting the tube to length, and snapped the tap into place on the shield, securing the catheter fast..
“ So now it is done Sarah- you cunt is sealed for use unless I decide to unlock it,” boomed Winston, as he threaded the tiny key onto the chain around his neck.
“ We have very thoughtfully covered your clit as well- you shouldn’t need it anyhow now that you are an anal girl, but at least it removes temptation. You will piss by manually opening the tap we have installed-that is your only means of bladder control, and there will be times when we will control your use of the tap. We will teach you how to perform your anal cleansing yourself- Louis will call around tomorrow to install the equipment you need in your bathroom, so you will never ever take a shit as nature intended again-probably just as well as your anus will shortly be beyond repair! I think that covers all of your body functions Sarah...what does it feel like to be a complete woman at last?”
Pete could scarcely believe what he was hearing as Leroy released her legs, and she sat up, looked adoringly into his eyes, and said “Thank-you so much for agreeing to rehabilitate this slut”
Pete’s despair was complete when he noticed he was sporting a major erection as he watched his wife’s total subjugation.
“ Now Sarah, it is time for your reward for all your hard work over the last 10 days”, continued Winston. (10 days...is that all the time it took to change her totally thought an increasingly numb Pete)
“ It is time that you took your Master’s black cock in your slut asshole”
Sarah gasped, trembled in fear, and finally dissolved into tears of joy as she realised that she was at last going to be given the honor of taking Winston’s prodigious engine all the way into her slut bowels. The thought of it scared the hell out of her, but she knew with absolute certainty that this was the time, and it had to happen, even if it ruined her anus forever.
Having her kneel o the bed, ass facing the cuckolded Pete, Leroy gently eased the large butt plug out of her now cavernous anus. Pete looked with incredulity as the forbidden orifice that his wife had always denied him now gaped at him like a train just came through…the plug was fucking enormous!
Ceebert appeared with a large syringe, and filled it from a bottle of Valium. Sarah gave an audible sob of excitement as she saw the syringe.
“ You are valuable property Sarah- we will give you a little help in your task” soothed Ceebert, and he proceeded to inject the entire contents of the syringe at regular intervals around her anal sphincter. He then applied a liberal squeeze of KY to her still gaping anus, and the brothers all stripped off as the muscle relaxant prepared her back passage to take on Moby Dick
Ceebert and Leroy stood by her lovely dreadlocked head, and took it in turns to stroke her as she licked and nibbled first one then the other, washing their balls with her eager tongue, trying to concentrate on giving them oral worship like a good black cock slut should, when her whole psyche was focussed on bracing herself for the incredible assault her colon was about to undergo. She felt the bed sag as Winston’s weight depressed the springs, and as she felt the head of his mighty black trunk softly probe her puckering, Valium assisted anus, she greedily took Ceebert’s pierced cockhead into her hungry mouth as Winston slowly, but relentlessly began his advance. As the flange spread her sphincter wider and wider, she wanted to ask him to stop to give her time to adjust, but the cock in her mouth stopped her, and she knew he would not stop the inevitable anyhow, and as the pain in her rectum told her she was wider than she had ever been, she heard Teddy’s voice in her ears “ Pleasure Sarah, pleasure” at which point her self control flipped, and she wanted that incredible piece of meat all the way into her colon more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She wiggled her slut ass and thrust back at Winston, opening herself ever wider as she tried to bury his cock deeper and deeper. Her nipples turned into chest clits as waves of orgasmic pleasure ripped through them and she swung her Hickey covered breasts from side to side in excitement. Her ass-pussy crossed a threshold she did not know existed, as a wave of anal orgasmic pleasure threatened to make her black out. Winston’s cock slipped the last few inches into her wanton colon, as she opened her mouth to scream to all that was holy that he never stop plundering her asshole with his black monster, and was unable to make a sound, as she vaguely realised that Ceebert’s cock had slipped into her throat, and she felt his balls spasm against her chin, signalling the arrival of a torrent of cum into her greedy stomach.
Going crazy she sucked at his shaft like a vacuum, and swung her throbbing, hickey encrusted tits like a dog with a rag doll as she pushed her booty hard against Winston’s thighs. Trying desperately to get more of him inside her unaware that he was in balls deep and that the incredible power of her spasming colon was about to bring him the biggest cum of his life, and for the first time in his life, his splendid cock discharged its bountiful contents deep into a white woman’s back passage. No one had ever had the devotion to take that leap of faith with him before. As Winston finished spewing his sperm into her ass, and Ceebert emptied the last of his juice into her stomach, they withdrew and saw that their slut had crossed into a place no white woman had ever been before, as she gazed trance-like into space, not knowing where she was, but her mouth gaping and pursing around an invisible cock as it refused to accept emptiness. Taking the hint, Leroy stepped up to the plate, and fed his ebony weapon into the hungry slut’s mouth. As she adored his manhood with her tongue, mouth, and then throat, reality returned, and as Leroy orgasmed into her greedy gullet, she felt, another, more manageable cum course through her tattooed slut body. As Leroy withdrew, she mumbled profound thanks to her masters and lost consciousness as pleasure overload finally claimed her.
Pete, who had watched every part in awe, burst into tears as they saw he had spontaneously orgasmed at the display.
The brothers decided to give their charge a while to regain her composure, and as Ceebert and Winston went downstairs to fix a drink, Winston unstuck Pete from the chair, and told him to gather his things from the master bedroom, which henceforth he would not enter without permission, as was the case with the master bathroom. When he had carried all his chattels through to the spare room, Winston told the hapless cuckold all about the blackmail, and how his cooperation was as inevitable as Sarah’s rehabilitation.
He sobbed and sobbed, and as Winston finished, Pete heard a complete stranger use his voice to beg Winston to continue to let him watch them educate his bride.
As the night wore on, an unrestrained Pete sat obediently in the chair masturbating as he watched the three black Masters spit roast his lovely wife until the sun came up.
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