Sarah under Control

Waking early the next morning, aware that she had a full day to prepare for, the sleepy slut stretched luxuriously in the pink baby-doll she wore, before deciding on a coffee before she began her morning cleansing. Pausing briefly to stroke her stomach, where the itching of her newest tattoo healing reminded of her latest modification which she hadn’t yet even seen, she slipped downstairs and filled the coffee machine, enjoying the noises of the percolation as she contemplated the day ahead of her. She was sufficiently at ease now with her rehabilitation that part of her was actually looking forward to returning to work and displaying her much modified appearance to her work colleagues. As she poured her coffee, Pete appeared sleepily in the doorway, and her heart leapt when she saw that he sported a matching pink baby-doll to hers, and that his pathetic little white erection caused a small tenting effect at the hem. He must have been hoping that she would receive visitors last night, and had dressed accordingly? Feeling a wave of pity and affection, she put her arms around him and gave him a cuddle, telling him how pretty he looked in his nightie, and how flattering she found it that he was prepared to go to such lengths to share in her rehab. Feeling his erection grow, she suddenly felt mischievous, and whispered in his ear that she was not allowed to wear anything under her dress today, but that shouldn’t stop him wearing lingerie under his suit to work if he felt it was appropriate. “You can wear the panties for us” she cooed in his ear, as she held a juice glass under his cock and eased her cuckolded husband’s cock gently to ejaculation into the glass, and handed it to him wordlessly, smiling as he drank it’s contents without question.

Feeling very proud of herself, and somewhat in control now of her domestic arrangements, she took her coffee upstairs and slipped out of her nightie to begin her cleansing.

Enjoying the third enema’s fullness, she kept it in as long as possible before reluctantly releasing it, and heading to the shower. As she passed the mirror, she paused to admire herself, gasping as she took in the full magnificence of her new tattoo. Her belly button had become her second anus, and the beauty of Ceebert’s art took her breath away as the tattooed and pierced body that lay on her belly forever captured in ink in her skin was a portrait standard image of herself. The work was outline only, and would be coloured in at the next session. Presumably that was when Ceebert would add her dreadlocks, as he had clearly run out of time and had left her head temporarily bald? Sarah was puzzled when the shock of seeing her bald pate caused such a leap of excitement in her belly that her slutnips hardened and her ass-pussy opened perceptibly at the thought of being so totally naked. She was sure that when Ceebert added her dreads later the notion would pass?

As she lovingly traced her fingers around the outline of her latest ink, she also noticed that her cookies had gone yet another shade darker, and were now quite deep brown…a million miles away from the baby pink they used to be, and hopefully much more Africanised and to her Masters’ liking? Overall the image that reflected back at her gave her a thrill of pride- her modifications were making her beautiful.

Luxuriating in a long hot shower, she didn’t hear Winston and Leroy arrive with her morning injections. Noticing Pete’s bedroom door ajar, Winston peered quietly in on his way up to the slut’s suite, and smiled broadly when he saw the white wimp clad in yellow silk panties and camisole, as he buttoned up a shirt over the top that just about preserved his modesty, and then donned his suit like any regular business guy. This situation was an unexpected bonus, and Winston decided to develop it into part of the game pretty soon.

Letting themselves into the slut’s bedroom, they both stifled gasps of excitement as Sarah’s rapidly developing beauty greeted them. Her multi colored skin was a tapestry of lewdness, and her heavily modified slut-nips, with their much darker and more appropriate hue, made both of their mouths water. Greeting the slut enthusiastically, they both fussed over injecting her creamy breasts with the chemical cocktails that she now barely needed, but it suited them all to continue with. Marvelling at the noises of animal passion that escaped the slut’s scarlet lips as she eagerly pushed the plungers and injected her own heaving bosom, they then tenderly, almost lovingly invenomated her cookies and teats with the hornet and nettle cocktail that she now positively craved receiving. It seemed like her cookies would explode if the pimpling effect from the venom was any greater, but still she moaned and cried out and asked for more.

Once the euphoria of her breast injections has died down, she told her Masters truthfully and in detail how she had again taken pity on her cuckold husband this morning, and as he exited the door on his way to work, yellow frillies under his suit, he heard his wife’s very vocal appreciation of the twenty cane strokes her breasts received as punishment for her act of kindness.

After a few minutes to recover, Winston watched Sarah dress in the tiger print tribal silk dress they had bought her, slipping over her naked, jewelled and tattooed body with a whisper, as only her yellow hold-ups prevented her from being totally naked under the exquisite garment. Donning the matching 4 inch heeled shoes; she looked every inch an African princess in a white woman’s body. Her high tattooed eyebrows meant that her eye make-up was striking in its depth, and the perfect crimson lipstick was a striking contrast to the metalwork that pierced her nose and septum, and the magnificent dreadlocks that rose high through the gold band before cascading down over her tattooed and silk clad shoulders completed the image of power and beauty in perfect harmony

Leroy appeared with a fresh coffee, and as she took it from him, Winston gave her two white tablets to take. Obediently swallowing them without question, Winston explained that she was not to eat anything solid for 12 hours, as the drugs she had just taken killed stomach acid production for that long. She was to only take liquids today-the reason for this would reveal itself as the day progressed!

As the three descended the stairs, and ushered the beautiful white African princess into the pimp-mobile outside, Sarah felt the neighbours eyes on her, and felt nothing but pride as these two ebony giants placed their modified plaything into the back seat, and, as Winston joined her in the back, Leroy slipped chauffeur-like into the front.

As the pimp-mobile slid away towards the city and Sarah’s work, the really observant watchers would have noticed her dread locked head slip softly into Winston’s lap before they reached the end of the road, where it would remain, worshiping that mighty purple dome with her much modified and now very expert tongue until Leroy pulled up outside the insurance office. With great self-control, Winston had somehow resisted the need to cum, as Sarah’s hungry mouth sought desperately to draw his precious seed from those elephant-like sacks, and rewarded her persistence by finally unleashing a double-bag load into her greedy throat with a roar as the pimp mobile puller into the sidewalk in full view of Sarah’s work colleagues arriving for another routine Monday morning. Moaning with delight, and savouring the sensations in her slut-nips and ass-pussy, the slut lovingly drained every last drop of cum from Winston and licked her master’s dome until it was squeaky clean, oblivious to the passers by who had an unobstructed view through the only partially darkened windows of her oral expertise. As her spasms died down, and her ass-pussy retuned to what passed as shut after gaping involuntarily as her excitement raged, she enthusiastically thanked her Masters, who informed her that they would pick her up after work, when Winston would drive, and Leroy would enjoy the pleasures of back-seat travel with Sarah.

Watching the Pimpmobile pull away, Sarah stood proudly upright, and taking a deep breath, walked into the insurance office to return her much-modified self to the very mundane routine of employment. Was it really only 2 weeks ago that she was an un-pierced, un-tattooed pretty secretary with regular bond hair, a virgin anus and throat, and no real purpose in life other than ornamental?

She felt an impossible rush of pride at what she had now become, and, comfortable in the knowledge that her rehabilitation had given her value as a human being, she went to face her workmates.

All conversation stopped as she walked into the open plan office and sat down at her desk. Once the realisation of who it was sank in, most of the office staff, who were mostly female and all white, offered some kind of greeting, or welcome back message, but she could sense they were all ill at ease with the new her. Two weeks ago, she would have been upset by this, but so proud was she of her new found sexuality that she really didn’t care. As if to demonstrate, she stood, did a twirl and said “ Nice to be back guys. There have been a few changes since I went- what do you think?”

As they gasped, and the unmistakeable outline of her nipple furniture showed clearly through the silk, she made sure that her dreads moved sufficiently to show the playing card on her neck.

A few murmured “ nice hair”, and “nice dress” and other such platitudes, blushing as they said it; but two of the younger girls, and one of the few male office staff suddenly seemed to burst with enthusiasm, and came to her desk and genuinely discussed the new Sarah approvingly. Delighted that three amongst many had enough vision to see that she had morphed into something much better, she openly discussed with them how she had seen the light, and was being rehabilitated by her black Masters with the full approval of her husband, until the bonhomie was broken by the arrival of the office manager, resulting in a rapid return to their desks to go about their daily tasks as he marched into his office and closed the door behind him, not at all happy that it was Monday morning. The three who had shown her genuine warmth all sent her a succession of emails during the next hour, which she responded to very honestly, telling them all that they wanted to know. One or two of the others also sent tentative emails as they gathered the courage to be inquisitive, but they were not worthy of reply, and Sarah treated them with the contempt they deserved.

After an hour, the slut got back into some kind of routine, and was starting to catch up with her backlog of work when two emails arrived in her inbox simultaneously. One was from her boss, asking her to come in for a chat forthwith. The other was from deep_inside_sarah@yahoo.com  Puzzled, she opened it, found it was from Winston. It stated that she was to access her reader suggestions from work, and forward the best ones, as usual, to him. Secondly, she was to send an email to the whole office with a hyperlink to the site. Blushing hugely at this, she obeyed without question, but was most uncomfortable with sharing that level of intimacy with the colleagues who had so unceremoniously blanked her earlier. Clicking “send”, and gulping with nerves, she walked to her boss’s door and knocked.

“ You wanted to see me, Mac?” she said, as Mr McHugh bade her enter.

“Yes Sarah. Welcome back. Are you fully recovered now?”

“Oh yes Mac”, she replied “ I have undergone some radical changes over the past two weeks that will ensure I never get stressed again” she answered honestly.

“ So I see,” he replied without warmth. “Your ‘changes’ are your own business, but I have to tell you that your new appearance is unacceptable, and has already generated several complaints. Facial jewellery is not acceptable, neither is hair like that. Remedy both before you come in tomorrow. Also wear a bra. I am unsure what you have under your dress, but I don’t want to see it. Please dress properly tomorrow,” he barked grumpily.

“But Mac, I can’t...its part of my rehabilitation. It’s hard to explain, but I really have to appear like this-it’s what I am now” she stammered

“Just deal with it” he interjected with an air of finality, and the slut’s head dropped with embarrassment.

“The second thing is this. For some obscure reason we have had an enquiry from a pet store two blocks away about quoting for their insurance? It’s an account we would like. The odd thing is that they have specifically asked for an onsite visit by you later this morning. This would be an important account to pick up, so you are due there in an hour, despite your appearance. Take as long as you need, and don’t leave without the business”. With that, he gestured to the door and she realised that the interview was over. As he returned to his computer and started to read the latest influx of emails, how wondered why there was one from Sarah there, and, curious, he clicked on the enclosed link as the slut closed his door, and hurried to the ladies room. Once inside, she burst into floods of tears at his attitude to her new appearance. Why was he so horrible about something so wonderful, and what was she going to do? Changing her appearance back was out of the question, but her orders were to keep her job. She decided that the only thing to do was ask Winston for guidance. The thought of that made her feel better, and as her sobs abated, she started to tidy herself up in advance of her pet shop appointment. As she bent to wash her face, the door opened and George, the aged janitor, walked in to service the stalls. Apologising when he saw Sarah there, he went to excuse himself and leave, but then noticed both that she was crying, and that she sported a familiar emblem on her neck.

Resting his old black hands on her pretty white shoulders, he said “what’s up, lil lady?- why so sad?”

There was something soothing about his baritone voice as he comforted her, and she explained how horrible Mac had been to her, and a little about her rehabilitation. As she explained, a smile of recognition came over George’s face, and he said

“You’re Sarah, aren’t you? Patrick at the Soul Café told me about you. I didn’t recognise you until you explained-your appearance has changed so much since you went sick. You used to be a right little cock-tease…but now you look wonderful. Don’t let Mac upset you- he’s gay, so immune to your charms. I am sure your Masters will tell you what to do?”

“Thanks George- I had just decided the same thing. That’s nice of you to care” relied the slut. “ What do you mean I was a cock-tease?…didn’t you like me before?”

“ To be honest, no Sarah, I didn’t. You used to swan around flashing those amazing boobs of yours like you were better than the rest of us-look but don’t touch kind of thing. You were a right little madam. But it seems you have now seen the light, and you look great. I love the African look, and your boobs look even better now, but they are presented with respect, rather than to tease.”

“Thanks George…..I mean Sir” she stammered. “If I was disrespectful, I apologise. I am a lot wiser now” she blushed.

“Apology accepted” beamed George, and with a large wrinkled black hand he reached out and stroked her teats through the silk. “They have done a good job on these-they feel wonderful” he enthused.

The thought of flinching away from this old man did not even occur to Sarah, and she enthusiastically pushed her slut-nips toward his exploring hands, and dutifully unbuttoned her silk robe so that he could enjoy her treasures to the full. As he ran his fingers gently over her metalwork, and then traced the fresh cane strokes and the now fading hickeys, she said, “ I am glad they please you Sir. Is there any other way I can please you?”

As he unzipped his fly, and his huge circumcised cock that had faded to grey with age, but had lost none of it’s power, she slipped to her knees and showed him how a rehabilitated slut with a heavily pierced tongue worships her superiors, as her lipsticked mouth devoured his aging glans, and slowly but surely swallowed his rigid grey wrinkled shaft all the way down her slut throat, where she milked it lovingly as she massaged his big heavy balls. As the old janitor gave a grunt, she felt his trunk pulse twice, and a jet after jet of hot thick nectar hosed the lining of her throat as the old man lost a year or two’s saved up cum straight into the slut’s stomach. As the spasms eased, and his delivery was complete, she made no effort to withdraw his cock from her lovely neck, and he felt her stretched nipples rub against his legs as she pushed her mouth down harder on his pubic bone to stop his softening member from slipping from her throat. Unsure what to do next, George suddenly knew with certainty that what the slut was trying to communicate to him with her mouth was that she still wished to serve, and, understanding fully, he clenched his muscles and emptied the entire contents of his bladder into her greedy throat, watching in awe as she swallowed all that he had to offer with a look of relaxed ecstasy on her face. It was as if that was what she was on this earth for, as she drained the last drops from his old hose, and reluctantly popped it from her throat and tongue bathed his weapon clean, kissing it affectionately like a Popsicle. Finishing, she said “Thank you sir for your wonderful gifts” and as she stood and buttoned up her dress, he knew she had meant every word.

Refreshing her lipstick and make-up, she returned to her desk, and busied herself for half an hour before her appointment, catching up still further. She promised herself she would check her “Deep_inside_Sarah” email inbox after her appointment, as she logged off and walked out into the city to travel the two blocks to the pet store.

Walking purposefully, head held high, through the town, Sarah felt eyes on her and enjoyed them, knowing that only the approving glances she drew from the black population counted for anything. She enjoyed the lingering taste of old George’s fluids in her mouth, and drew comfort that a large quantity of Winston’s cum also dwelt warmly in her belly. She was on her way to see a client, which was a new level of responsibility for her, and life should feel pretty good, but Mac’s insults still rankled her, and there was a growing awareness deep in her sexuality that she hadn’t had anything in her slut ass for ages, and that was starting to cause her dismay as well.

As she rounded the final turn, and saw the “Pet shop boys” store in front of her, she resolved to concentrate on getting the business to appease Mac. As she walked in, a bell rang, and a few seconds later a huge, shaven headed black man appeared from the bowels of the shop. He was even bigger than Winston, and exuded the same inexplicable power that Master Teddy did. Glancing nervously at his hand, she felt a charge of electricity run through her when she clocked the familiar ring on his index finger. “Hello Master”, she said dutifully as she bowed.

“Slut Sarah- Hi. I have been expecting you. You are truly as lovely as Teddy said,” boomed a voice that seemed to stir involuntary responses inside her. “ I am Roger, and I am Teddy’s brother”.

“This is an honor, Master Roger,” replied the slut, again bowing her head to the mighty man. Now she understood. It wasn’t just Master Teddy’s presence that his brother shared- it was that voice-the one that had spoken to her through headphones that first, most difficult week of her training. It was the same voice, and it caused the same involuntary pleasure reflexes in her each time it spoke.

“ Master Winston has been keen for me to meet you-or rather, for some of my housemates to meet you” he grinned. “The business meet was a set-up. The business is yours- a done deal. In return, I get to play with Winston and Teddy’s toy for a few hours”.

“ I am at your service, Master”, replied an increasingly excited Sarah, whose slut-nips were already spasming at the very sound of that voice.

“Good girl- lets get straight down to business” he boomed, and he flipped the door sign to closed, and threw the latch before leading the slut through to a back room which contained some very odd apparatus indeed. In the centre of the room was a large glass tank, around 6 feet square. In the centre was a curved support about waist sized, but only a few inches high. Both ends had straps attached. Four more straps were spaced in rectangular formation around the central support, but floor mounted. Finally, a higher, adjustable, smaller curved support with straps rose from the front of the floor, exactly midway between the front pair of straps. The tank had arm sized holes either side of the centre support, with glove like fittings, so that arms could be inserted without compromising the security of the walls.

Sarah felt a shudder of apprehension at the possibilities such an apparatus presented, but that quickly passed the next time that voice boomed.

“Slip out of your dress and sit in this chair Sarah,” he instructed. “ Leave your shoes and hose on”

As she sat obediently almost naked in the now familiar dentists style chair, Roger drank in the vision of loveliness that had visited him. He had already clocked the tattoos on her back, and was especially impressed with the facsimile of his brother’s massive organ that was emblazoned in mirror image on her back-that Ceebert sure was a skilled artist. But what really excited him was the much pierced and modified slut-nips that he now studied, taking in the stretchers, as well as the fresh cane stripes and older hickies. Roger, unlike the other Masters, was a sadist, and he was about to indulge himself.

Reaching into a box, he produced a disposable nasal tube, the same as she had experienced when they dildo-cammed her throat, and she experienced little discomfort as he expertly lubed it and fed down the slut’s nostril, through her sinuses and into her bronchial tubes. Sarah knew this meant her throat was about to be tested to the max, which thrilled her…but there was something different this time which also scared her somewhat. “ Good girl” encouraged Roger as he finished her intubation. “Now I want you to drink this- it’s just milk, so relax and enjoy” as he handed her a large tumbler of cow juice.

As she drained the tumbler, Roger produced a large dispenser of antiseptic, similar to what Ceebert used to clean her after each tattoo, and applied liberal quantities to both of her breasts, seemingly ritually cleansing them for some purpose. Enjoying the sensations as he was thorough around her cookies and teats, Sarah began to relax as that wonderful voice talked her through each step.

When it was done, he helped her out of the chair, and led her to the tank, beside which was a small set of steps.

“ Use these to step into the tank, and rest your waist on the centre support” he commanded. As she positioned her slender pale waist on the pedestal, he reached into the tank and efficiently belted her waist tightly to the support.

Positioning her wrists and ankles in the four surrounding straps, he buckled her down tightly doggy fashion, the lowness of the waist pedestal ensuring that her ass was high in the air, offered as if ritually.

Finally he undid the locknut on the forward support, and drew it up until her lovely neck sat firmly on it, and then pulled it as high as it would comfortably go, so her head was head high in the air. Buckling the neck strap loosely around so that it held her head in position but did not in any way restrict her throat, he finally gathered her dreads into one bundle, tied a cord round them and fastened the cord to the buckle of the waist support, so that her dreads themselves pulled her head back like a ballerina in a dying swan pose. Once done, he stepped back to admire the helpless slut displayed so wantonly in the glass tank for his use.

He filled a large douche syringe with milk, and gently but firmly emptied the entire contents into her slut anus, the angle at which it was secured causing gravity to take it deep into her bowels. He then fetched two largish tree branches, devoid of foliage, and placed one at the end of the tank by her ass, so that the branches were around the same height as her ass-pussy, and the other at her head end, so that the limbs ended at head height.

At last the scene was complete. Sarah knelt restrained and helpless as he explained her fate for the next couple of hours. Returning from the stockroom with a black bag, Roger reached into it and pulled out a beautiful red and white snake, about a meter long, and probably 2 inches wide at it’s fattest point.

“This is a corn snake, Sarah,” he explained because they are non aggressive and non venomous, they are popular as pets- we sell, and therefore keep, a lot of them. They come in a variety of colors; red, brown or yellow are the most common, always mixed with white. Then live on small mice and the like, which they kill by constriction, hence they are quite strong. Their favourite treat, however, is milk. They will go to any lengths to get it”

Sarah gasped out loud as the plan dawned on her.

“No Master, please-not that-I hate snakes” she pleaded, her words distorted by the breathing tube.

“You will love these by the end of your session, slut, believe me” he boomed.

These?..that meant more than one? Sarah fought panic as Roger exited with the red snake, and returned with a small tank that contained perhaps a dozen of the reptiles in all colors, ranging from small ones about a foot long to the longest perhaps 1.5 metres and 3 inches in width. Without giving the slut time for consideration, he gleefully emptied the entire tank over the slut’s back, enjoying her screams as the cold scales slipped across her skin and down into the tank below.

As she calmed down once the cascade was over, Roger continued

“ In order to help your companions on their journey, Sarah you will open up voluntarily for them. Winston tells me there are ways to make your anus open that are beyond your control, and I am going to experiment with that. Once you have enjoyed the corn snakes for a while, you will feel compelled to open your mouth and share your acid-free stomach with them without any encouragement from me, such will be your euphoric state”

Scared beyond belief, Sarah was amazed to note that the hypnotic responses to Teddy’s voice engrained in her mind also made her respond to Roger, and she heard herself say ”Yes Master” meekly as the corn snakes smelt the milk and started to climb the branch at her ass end.

She sensed rather than heard the first snake start it’s ascent, as Roger reached in through one of the arm holes and she felt a sharp, but erotic pain in her nipple that grew in intensity the longer his arm stayed in the hole. With a shock, she realised he was pushing a long needle through her nipple. Focussing on the sensation, she lost herself in the erotic sharpness of it, and felt her ass-pussy begin to throb, and her nipples respond. As he walked round to the other side, and pushed a second needle slowly but surely right through her puffy cookie, he whispered “pleasure Sarah” in her ear, and she moaned as her first anal orgasm of the day began, and her slut anus began ever so slowly to open of it’s own accord.

Six needles later, and Sarah was in one long super anal orgasm, as she screamed for more needles, and her anus gaped fully an inch open. At that moment, the first corn snake, similar in size to the red one, arrived at her gaping hole, and flicked his tongue tentatively over her anal pucker, sensing the milk that lay beyond. Deciding to advance, he slipped his head into the gaping tunnel and headed for the milk scent, meeting no resistance as his first few inches occupied the wanton hole. As his body widened, her sphincter came under tension as, fuelled by the promise of milk, the snake flexed its muscles and slithered deeper and deeper. Suddenly the exquisite bite of the needles was forgotten as the snake approached it’s widest part, and her slut asshole gaped and stretched around the close on 3 inch width of the muscled body, as the yellow and white invader forced all of his one metre in length into her colon in search of milk. The width, although vast, was no wider than Winston’s mighty cock, so presented no real problems, but never before had she been penetrated to that width anywhere near so deeply, and sensations she had never even dreamed of overwhelmed her, as a new breed of super-orgasm threatened to black her out. As the snake’s tail finally vanished into the depths of her body, she vaguely remembered begging him to open the tap on her catheter so she could piss herself, as more needles invaded her breast meat, and a second, smaller snake sniffed at her anus before effecting an entry.

Her whole body felt alive with forces beyond her control, as their reptilian muscles made her colon move of its own accord, and her sexual centre began a dance which took her to a new plain of sexual awareness, and her anus gaped wide for a third and fourth snake as the family of milk hungry invaders inside her grew. Despite the new sexual plane she was now on, she was dimly aware that it was probably impossible for her back passage to accept any more traffic, as her whole belly moved and squirmed with a life of it’s own. Now in one constant ass-cum, she dimly felt another needle skewer her breast, and as she opened her mouth to moan to all that was holy never to stop, she felt a cold, scaly kiss against her lipsticked mouth, and realised that the other half of the family were queuing up for the milk in her stomach. Although still repulsed by the cold scaliness of snakes, she was so far into orgasm heaven that she automatically opened her crimson lips and welcomed the first visitor into her mouth, feeling an almost maternal rush of correctness as it slipped slowly and firmly down her gullet and into the warmth of her milk-filled belly where they both seemed to have decided it belonged.

Sarah could not tell after a while if the non-stop feed of super-orgasms came from the snakes in her colon, or the ones exploring her stomach, or the seemingly inexhaustible supply of needles that sadist Roger was using to turn her chest into a model of a porcupine, but there came a point when time seemed to stop and she finally lost consciousness as the last of the snakes filled her slut body.

Cracking a vial of ammonia under her nose, Roger brought the comatose slut back to reality, and informed her that she had only enjoyed half of the adventure, and reassured her that exit was just as enjoyable as entry, but needed a gravity assist.

He would empty her stomach first, and as he undid straps until she was free, he belted a harness around her thighs, and lowered a pulley block from the ceiling. Attaching it to the harness, he slowly raised her ass until she was fully upside down, and then busied himself with yet more needles, as the stomach snakes began their gravity assisted exit, and her second wave of super-orgasms started.

She felt a strange dichotomy as the serpents exited her throat and dropped into the tank below, each one causing her throat to bulge visibly before slithering across her pierced tongue and exiting like a different color of stripy toothpaste being squeezed from a tube. The pleasure of having her throat stretched which she had grown to love was heavenly, but she felt a sense of loss each time one of her lodgers left the security of her belly, as a tiny part of her wished they would stay.

When the last had exited, and her stomach was empty of both reptile and milk, Roger lowered the slut back into the tank, removed the thigh harness, and made her stand in the tank and “deliver” the rectal invaders like someone taking a series of multicoloured dumps, as he searched for somewhere unoccupied on her breasts to thrust his last few needles. Sarah’s eyes glazed over, as the sensation of the snakes actually changing direction inside her caused her belly to bulge like it was being kicked from inside by a demented infant football team, and she again lost consciousness as the power of the anal super-orgasm again overwhelmed her, and Roger had to hold her upright for her final delivery before softly lifting her from the tank and resting her in the dentist’s chair.

Giving her time to come round naturally, Roger watched her eyes open, and then clear, as the realisation that her body was unoccupied sank in and she felt more satisfied than at any stage in her life before that she had shared such an experience with her wonderful cold blooded lovers. As reality returned in a rush, she suddenly was aware of the sharp pain in her chest, and looking down, she saw her once beautiful breasts impaled by close to a hundred needles, as the sadist’s playground heaved before her eyes. Embarrassed that such carnage could not only bring her pleasure, but also cause her anus to open in response, she looked away as Roger slowly, almost lovingly removed the sterile invaders from her tit flesh, and once again swabbed them with antiseptic.

“Well-done Sarah-you have exceeded all expectations yet again-that was awesome” praised Roger. “You can go back to your work this afternoon and tell that pencil dicked faggot that you got my business. Just two small tasks to perform before you go-should only take a half hour or so”

Exhausted, the slut wondered idly what else could be in store for her, and looked with dismay as Roger produced the key that Winston usually wore around his neck.

Unlocking the padlock on her chastity device, Roger carefully hinged back the shield and removed the catheter from her bladder. Producing a very small speculum, he explained “Winston wants your urethra ready for sex with the cuckold right away. I am going to perform the final stretch for you. While it is in progress, I am to fit heavier padlocks to your labial front grommets as they are to have their bells installed very soon, and are not yet stretched enough”.

With that, he slipped the tiny speculum into her already stretched pisshole, and wound it open to the size of the largest sound she had yet taken-about an inch wide. As she gritted her teeth at the hated sensation of urethral invasion, he went to the stockroom again and returned with a small pail. Reaching inside it, he pulled out a small eel, about a foot long and roughly the same width as Pete’s cock (about an inch and a half)

“Sluts have to learn that life can’t be all pleasure” added Roger, as he offered the slimy head of the eel to her stretched urethra, and watched it wriggle its way into her peehole, forcing it wide open as it sought the saltiness of the bladder beyond. Savouring Sarah’s yelps of discomfort, the sadist waited until the eel was more than halfway home, and removed the speculum, causing the elasticity of the urethra to draw the eel all the way into her bladder. As she convulsed with the discomfort of the new invasion, Roger busied himself changing her padlocks, stopping to do a double take at the weight of the new ones, which were probably double the mass, and would surely stretch her would be bell-mounts painfully. Taking his time, he eventually had then in place, and, pausing to enjoy the slut’s discomfort one last time, he filled a syringe with vinegar, and squirted it via her urethra into her bladder. Needing to avoid the acidity, the eel violently surged away from the fluid, causing her urethral walls to expand immediately to the required width, thus making the stretch permanent. Her piss-hole had been permanently destroyed by a fish! As her screams died down, he carefully disinfected everything, then recatheterised her, replaced the chastity shield, and closed the tiny padlock.

“That’s it Sarah- all done. Get yourself dressed, collect your paperwork for my insurance business on the way out, and get back to work. Thank you for an entertaining lunchtime” announced Roger dismissively, rather sad at having to return Winston’s charge to sanity.

“Yes Master, and thank you for everything” replied Sarah, truly grateful for the wonder of the snake experience, grudgingly grateful for her needle session, but a little glad to be away from this sadist who liked hurting her peehole with eels and generally unnerved by everything about him. She hoped to meet the corn snakes again, but preferably without their owner present.

As she stood to dress, the sudden tug at her labia reminded her that the weight of the padlocks had increased, and she got the distinct impression that her rehabilitation was now being fast tracked.

Slipping into the beautiful silk dress, she bade Master Roger farewell, and, grasping the insurance sales documents in her little hand, she left the pet store with mixed feelings, sore breasts and urethra, and a very heavy clunk every time her legs passed midstride.

The walk back to the insurance office made her very aware that when they eventually adorned her pussy with bells, they would hang at mid thigh!