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Part 17
As the Pimpmobile swept ostentatiously onto the drive of what Sarah used to consider the matrimonial home, her dreadlocked head reluctantly raised from Winston's lap, where she had spent the whole journey adoring his leathery ball bag, alternating between licking it with her modified tongue as if it was a washcloth, and trying to get each one of the monstrous orbs into her prettily lipsticked mouth. Winston savoured the brush of her face chains across his thighs as her head raised into view, and the air cooled the saliva that covered his sacks.
Exiting the car into the early evening sun, the dress she wore became totally see - through for an instant, as the neighbours were briefly treated to a full view of the tattooed obscenities that adorned her back before she vanished through the front door that Leroy had opened for her.
As the slut followed her two black masters into the kitchen, she looked into the living room and was surprised to see Maisy there, knelt at Pete's feet, painting his toes a pretty pink shade. Pete lay back in the chair, apparently quite relaxed, dressed in a pink petticoat dress that barely covered his ass and pink stockings and garter belt. On the rug by the chair lay the largest dog Sarah had ever seen - a magnificent silver great Dane, who looked up briefly from licking his tackle to see who had entered, and then continued with his task enthusiastically.
'Hey Maisy - how's it hanging girl?' asked Winston warmly. 'I see you brought Brutus along with you' he added, as the dog again looked up briefly at the mention of his name, before returning to the job in hand.
'All good here Winston - just finishing Darcy's toe polish. It matches her fingers well, don't you think?. Hi, slut Sarah... are you being a good girl?... you look wonderful' she enthused.
'Thank you Mistress Maisy. I am trying to be good, but my Masters must be the judges of that,' blushed the slut in reply.
'What happened with the sissy at work today?' asked Leroy
'Well, when she went to see her boss to tender her notice, her lingerie was rather obvious under her shirt, so it was suggested that it may not be appropriate for her to work her notice, and she should clear her desk and leave. As instructed, she texted Winston to tell him, and when she returned home, I was waiting. We have had a wonderful day shopping - do you like her new dress? She blushed the same shade when she has to use the credit card to pay for her purchases. I made her try every item on before buying it. Just as well get used to it, as I have now thrown all her boy clothes away. She has quite a wardrobe of very girly stuff to get used to as her daily attire from now on. I'm just adding the nail polish as a finishing touch.' Maisy explained, finishing the last nail and packing her stuff away.
'Stand up and do a twirl for your Masters, Darcy' she ordered, and the cuckold indeed blushed the same color as her new finery as the outrageously sissy petticoat dress tumbled down to barely cover her stocking tops, and her pitiful erection caused it to tent at the front.
'Hmm... you'd better deal with that Sarah - she can't prepare our dinner like that' stated Winston, and the slut, reading her master's mind, obediently fetched a tumbler, and slowly and rather clinically walked towards her cuckold husband, and whispered into her ear that she was going to wank her into the tumbler, and if she promised to be a good girl and drink the resulting contents with enthusiasm, she could play with her padlocks whilst she eased her off.
Nodding enthusiastically, she slipped her freshly manicured right hand under the slut's flimsy dress and marvelled at the great weight that her wife's labia now toted to work each day, as Sarah's slender hand efficiently found her erect clitty and none too gently stretched the foreskin back and forth until, with a sissy grunt, Darcy emptied her pitiful load into the tumbler, and, without being reminded, raised it to her lips and swallowed the still warm contents with apparent relish.
As she reluctantly released Sarah's padlocks back to the effects of gravity, her now unfeasibly long labia stretched to take the strain, and her watching masters realised that they were fast approaching the length required to support the mating bells that would soon be fastened there permanently.
Task done, Sarah whispered words of encouragement into the sissy's ear, before telling her how pretty she looked in her new outfit. Winston told Darcy to get a move on with their meal, as the webcast went live at eight, and it was already approaching six.
As she busied herself in the kitchen, Winston told Sarah to go upstairs and administer a four quart enema, and then change into garters and stockings under something loose and comfortable, before applying an unusually heavy dose of make - up, as that was what her public had requested. As she went up the stairs compliantly, she accidentally brushed against her mating collar hung on the hooks at the stairwell, and as the bell tinkled, Brutus looked up urgently from his cleaning and fixed the slut with a stare, accompanied by some serious panting and the emergence of what looked like the world's largest lipstick from the furry sheath that he kept so fastidiously clean. Oblivious to this development, Sarah wondered why they felt she needed another enema - throughout her training so far, her morning cleansing had always kept her clean and, more importantly, meant she never needed to defecate. It was not her job to question, however, and she dutifully purged herself, before showering, pausing to admire the finished work around her navel, and the new but very exciting serpent that wrapped around her thigh. She loved the bright colors that decorated her much modified body, and, although she had long stopped wondering exactly what was displayed on her back, she knew it would be equally colourful, and took great comfort in that.
As she towelled herself dry, she looked in the mirror and gasped when she saw that her cookies had darkened yet more, and were now deep brown, and gloriously African. The stretchers continued to do their work, and her magnificent breasts were now well over half nipple, and her teats stood fully an inch proud of the cookie meat. Overall, the effect of her slut - nips was staggering, and she felt a wave of gratitude for her masters for modifying her so wonderfully. As she took one final glance before dressing, she felt pride at how well her large breasts had kept their shape, and was enjoying the feeling when Ceebert's earlier statement about them reminded her that maybe that wasn't the way they should be?
Downstairs, as Darcy prepared steaks and salads in her new pink frillies, Winston and Leroy chatted with Marcie about the project in general.
They agreed that the Darcy situation, although unplanned, was turning out quite well, and decided that she should have breasts as soon as possible, which would mean increasing the female hormones in her daily injections quite radically. They wanted to keep her sexual urges intact though, as that added to their control over her, and Winston promised to ask the druggist which hormonal mix would best achieve both.
They agreed that Maisy was important to the Darcy part of the project, and that she should move in for a while to supervise her feminisation. It had not escaped their notice how Brutus had reacted to the mating bell - clearly his training at Teddy's farm as a stud dog was still intact. They agreed that Brutus should move in as well, and, if they considered it appropriate, he could be 'introduced' to Sarah as preparation for her week at the farm, which they all concurred was approaching faster than they dared hope.
Sarah finished applying her make - up... She had gone very heavy on the eyes, again going for the Cleopatra look that her webcast viewers clearly enjoyed so much. She left her lips bare until after they had eaten, as she wanted to make them as crimson as possible.
Fastening the clasps of her garter belt onto sheer pink stockings, she slipped a cream satin dress of medium weigh over her head, but not before lovingly stroking the bald head of the Sarah tattoo that had her navel as its anus. A few squirts of perfume and she was done. As she descended the stairs to eat, the smells of steak frying made her mouth water, and she enjoyed the comforting thud as her padlocks knocked together as she sat down to eat.
They ate and made small talk. It was bizarre to consider that they all chatted like a regular family, and only the presence of a sissified pink cuckold serving them, and the fact that in less than an hour, the beautiful dreadlocked slut who sat between the two black giants would be abused and humiliated on webcam for the benefit of paying black men around the world, that made this scene any different from those being played out across the country in vanilla land.
Choosing her moment, Sarah waited until Winston had finished his meal and appeared relaxed, before asking 'Master, I am becoming increasingly aware that the image of me that Master Ceebert has so kindly inked on my stomach is how I am intended to look. Please would you do me the honor of shaving me bald?'
Darcy nearly dropped the plates she was carrying in shock, but Leroy and Winston smiled knowingly as the moment they both knew was inevitable arrived sooner than anticipated.
'Do you think you have earned it yet, Sarah? Do you feel your rehabilitation is complete yet? You must realise that your modification is still in its early stages. We cannot deny that we are pleased with your progress, but to earn the right to be bald in our presence you must fully realise your potential as an object of worth to your black Masters. When you feel you have been Africanised as much as is required, then maybe the time will be right, but not yet, little slut.'
Feeling her eyes fill with tears, and not wanting to spoil her make - up, she blurted 'Please Master - I will do anything. I need to be bald. Can we not consider it part of my Africanisation rather than a reward for it? I will do anything you ask.'
Seeing that she had touched a nerve with her plea, she relaxed a little and waited his response.
'Oh, you will do anything we ask, slut. We both know that!' He grinned. 'I will consider what you have said - it is impressive that within a month you are begging to be shaved. We all knew it would come, but this soon is merit - worthy. You should be careful you fully understand the meaning of the word anything when pleading with me though' he grinned, as Brutus came to the table in response to a hidden signal from Maisy and hovered expectantly for scraps, his huge head almost at shoulder height to Sarah.
'We have decided that Maisy will move in for a while to supervise Darcy's development. This means Brutus will be staying as well. Darcy will handle the mundane stuff like walking him - it will be a good way to get used to her new attire, but when you are here and not serving any visitors you may have, I would like you to get to know him better. We will take great interest in the lengths you go to in order to make him feel at home!' he boomed.
Sarah was unsure quite what the beast could require other than walks and feeding - maybe they wanted her to play ball with him or something? She was a little perplexed, but so flushed with excitement at Winston's positive reaction to her attempts to justify her baldness that the moment quickly passed.
With the meal over, Leroy observed that time was moving on, and they should get to the tattoo parlor. Sarah went to apply a liberal coat of crimson lipstick before they left, but was stopped by Leroy, who, with a huge grin, gave her a fresh brown one to apply with equal zeal. Flushing with excitement at the obvious implications of this, she quickly did as instructed, and was ushered out to the Pimpmobile to meet her viewing public.
They entered the parlor at 7.30, and Ceebert, Teddy and Louis all greeted their arrival.
The light show was already set up, as were the cameras, but something was different. Whereas normally the lights centered around the dentist's chair, or the articulated table, this time they focussed on a blank area of floor. Confused, Sarah looked around, and as her eyes adjusted to the lights, she noticed that the performance area was actually underneath some new apparatus she had not seen before. Four electric winches hung from recently installed ceiling rails, and a variety of harnesses and chains hung from hooks on the far wall. The whole ensemble created quite an eerie, dungeon - like feel, and Sarah felt her ass - pussy spasm only partially in excitement, as an element of fear crept in.
Ceebert saw her looking at the new equipment, and smiled sardonically. Sarah could sense he was still pissed at her, and couldn't work out why - all she had done was blow his beautiful cock to the best of her considerable ability in gratitude for the wonderful ink he continued to adorn her slut body with. It never occurred to her that he was actually pissed at his own lack of self - control, and was taking it out on her.
As the others fussed over last minute adjustments to the set, Teddy took Sarah to one side, and told her to remove her dress so that he could check her progress. As always happened at the sound of his voice, her whole body reacted, and she became submissive putty in his hands as the subliminal drug assisted training he had orchestrated for her came rushing back to her.
As she pulled her dress over her head, and stood to attention as he walked around her, closely studying her ink, and her piercings, she heard 'pleasure, Sarah' echo through her subconscious. As he felt the weight of her padlocks and murmured approval, she felt an orgasm start, and as he roughly pulled her slut - nips, testing their feel and elasticity, an anal orgasm ripped through her body with such force that her knees buckled and nearly went from under her, as the moan that escaped her brown lips brought a smile of satisfaction to Teddy's face. He could never have dreamed that she would become so compliant so quickly. 'Deep Inside Sarah's membership was growing daily and looked set to make them very rich. He also had her week at his stud farm to look forward too, and he warmed at the thought that it looked increasingly imminent.
Examination over, Teddy told her to leave her heels, garters and hose on, and to grab a juice or something and chill for a few minutes. He would call her when she was due on air. She was not required to speak this time - Teddy was doing a voice over.
As she poured herself a glass of orange juice from a pitcher in the fridge, she noticed a flask from the farm in there, and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, added a good gloop of cum to her drink before sitting and mentally preparing.
Ceebert came over and fitted a small electronic pick - up to her wrist with tape.
'To monitor your pulse slut - you will see why!' he snapped, and again she felt a wave of sadness at the fact that he was upset with her.
After a short while, Teddy called her in, and, as she felt the warmth of the lights on her much modified body, he said 'We go live in 1 minute... stand over here and follow my instructions as I give them in the voice - over.'
As the little red lights on the webcams blinked on, and followers of her rehabilitation the world over watched eagerly, Teddy greeted them and thanked them for logging on. He talked them through the slut's latest modifications, and Louis used the hand held to focus clearly on each one as he described it. Sarah obediently pulled her ass cheeks apart as Teddy explained where the corn snake was headed, and Louis dwelt at some length over the bald head on her stomach as he proudly explained to the audience that she had actually begged to be shaved bald this very evening, and the reasons why the wish had not been granted.
As the tour of her body ended, Teddy adopted a more serious note, and read out the email that she had dutifully forwarded to her masters a few days earlier.
'This reader is correct in her observation that 'genuine African women often sport incredibly flabby udders even when relatively young. Proper measures should be taken to emulate this. Stretching and flattening her tits should be part of her daily routine, with more radical handling reserved for punishment sessions... Long stiff teats on long droopy udders are both a joy to behold and an invitation to real hot fun!'
It is our mistake that we have not addressed this matter sooner, but more importantly it is Sarah's failing not to have requested such modification. I intend to address both issues this evening.'
With that, Ceebert appeared with two fearsome looking short leather straps. Longer and more supple than dog collars, they were punctuated by eyelets along their length, and a double buckle obviously designed not to yield under any circumstances. Each strap had a very hefty steel ring fixed halfway down its length.
'These are breast cinches Sarah' explained Teddy 'They are designed to fix as tightly as possible around the base of each breast, causing your tit - meat to be pulled away from your chest. The meat not enclosed by the cinch will swell and oversensitize for the entire time the cinch is applied.'
Ceebert wrapped the first one around her breast, and pulled tight. Sarah gasped as the cinch dug in and squeezed the base of her breast tightly, causing the remainder of it to swell like a giant lemon as it burst out of the other side of the constriction. Just as she had grown accustomed to the tightness, Ceebert gave another, harder pull, and she squealed out loud as the strap squeezed the base of her boob into roughly half of its original circumference. Satisfied that it was as tight as possible, he fastened the buckle securely, and busied himself with the other one, repeating the process. Once done, Sarah looked down in fear at the way her once beautiful breasts were swelling and turning crimson under the powerful grip of the cinches. Fighting panic, she told herself that her Masters knew best, and if this was what it took to Africanise her breasts, then it was her duty. As the panic receded with that thought, she heard a whirring sound above her head, and the front two electric winches unwound their chains as Ceebert pressed the appropriate buttons, and two chrome hooks descended to rest level with her now deformed breasts. As Ceebert carefully attached the hooks to the lifting eyes on the cinches, Teddy explained:
'In order to stretch her breasts in the manner that is clearly appropriate, the slut will be lifted off the ground by her tit - meat. Once suspended, her weight will stretch the tissue. To allow the stretching to be permanent, Master Ceebert will inject muscle tissue relaxant through the holes in each cinch. Knowing how much she loves needles, this should make the experience tolerable for her. As she is due punishment for her gross oversight, then once she is injected, we will raise her high, and she will endure a full body whipping to atone for her sins. Once the punishment is complete, we are going to stretch her asshole beyond the limits we have so far gone - and she will remain suspended the whole time, so that as her asshole evolves, so will her breasts.'
As her mind swirled with the knowledge of what awaited her, Sarah heard the electric winches start again, and slowly felt the chains take the strain as her cinches started their journey skywards. Steadily taking the strain, the cinches stretched her breast meat to its current elastic limit, at which point she felt a subtle change in the forces acting on her body, and the winch notes changed in sympathy as the undeniable lifting force stopped stretching her fabulous chest and started lifting her entire body off the ground.
The skin of her bosom was so taut it shone, as her whole body was lifted, first to tiptoe, and finally, with a rush of sensations that may or may not have been pain, her high heeled pumps left the ground, and her stocking clad legs thrashed about trying to compensate for the swinging motion that her body had started. Finally getting the balance right, she hung there motionless, and focussed on the most powerful set of sensations her body had yet dealt with. Her entire universe was focussed on her tits. All the sensations in her body seemed to emanate from her chest, as she had the curious impression that a great weight was pressing on her breasts rather than the exact opposite. Her initial reflex to interpret it as pain did not prevail, and her now highly developed sexuality explored the wave of different signals that flooded through her brain. For the first time in her life, she was able to focus on her tits alone. She had no other body - just boobs. Suddenly their immense importance as a sexual centre dawned on her, as she became able to focus on the immense pressure in her slut - nips caused by the constriction. As if passing to another dimension, she entered tit - world, where she was aware of each nipple; of each teat; of each piercing... in fact she became at one with every square millimetre of her chest as the sensations ripped through her. She was dimly aware of Ceebert at her side, and then screamed in pleasure as the first of the muscle stretching injections was applied. She loved, even craved the feelings her daily nipple injections gave her, but the feelings that she experienced whilst in tit - world left them far behind. Had she not been catheterised, she would have surely pissed herself as Ceebert continued with his task of twelve injections in each breast, and was nearly delirious with pleasure by the time the last one had gone in, and her meat started to relax and allow her body to pull perceptibly away from the cinches as her breasts stretched forever.
As the audience watched Ceebert inject the chemical through the cinches, Teddy explained that the monitor that had appeared in the lower left hand side of their screens was the readout from her pulse monitor. They knew at what pulse rate she was orgasming, and indeed super - orgasming, and had calibrated the readout accordingly. Her fan club watched in amazement as the orgasm - meter steadily climbed as the needles went in and her moans of pleasure grew louder.
As Ceebert finished, he pressed the winch buttons again, and the helpless slut rose higher until she was fully two feet off the ground. At this point, Leroy and Louis appeared with nine - tailed floggers and stood either side of the slut. Teddy addressed her
'Sarah, you are to be punished for having breasts that do not suit your rehabilitation schedule. Had you realized this and asked that they be stretched, then you would have been rewarded. The fact that you did not means you will be punished while they are stretched. You will find that the more you wriggle, the greater the stretching effect. Each master will apply 50 lashes - your body will receive an all over whipping of 100 strokes - enjoy'
As the first stroke landed across her beautifully tattooed back, she gasped at the pain, and flinched. As she flinched the motion caused her body to swing, increasing the pull on her breasts. The second stroke landed from the other direction across her stomach, and again she gasped, flinched, and felt the effects. By the tenth stroke, she had worked out that the more she shied away from the pain of the flogging, the greater the sensations became in tit world, and she found herself anticipating each lash with growing eagerness, not because of the pain of the impact (although that too was starting to turn to pleasure), but because every time she shied away from the lash, the galaxy of sensations in her breasts became more exquisite. By the time the fiftieth lash crossed her puce buttocks, she was asking for more and as the seventieth stroke fell she was screaming 'Harder, Master, punish me', and jumping like a catfish on a pole to increase the intensity of tit - world still more. As the last lash fell, she lost consciousness, and the audience watched the meter drop to zero, before twitching back into life as she came round to the comforting realisation that she was still in tit - world, causing it to start to climb again
None of the Masters could quite comprehend what they had just seen. Witnessing a true pain slut being born was a moving thing and they all felt great pride at their charge's performance. Ceebert in particular felt a lump in his throat (as well as his pants) at her display.
Pressing the necessary buttons, Ceebert lowered the winches until her feet again rested on the ground, and the slut felt a sense of emptiness as she exited tit - world and rejoined reality. However, it was a short visit, as Winston appeared with a corset like device, which he proceeded to buckle tightly around her bruised and scarlet waist.
'We are going to suspend you horizontally now Sarah - this corset has a rigid back and will allow your spine to cope,' explained Teddy. As Winston finished buckling the corset, the other two winches whirred into life, and two more hooks arrived at waist level. Retrieving two stirrup - straps from the hooks on the back wall, Winston secured them around her thighs, and then lifted the straps to attach them to the winch hooks, causing her body weight to be suspended jointly between her thighs and her breast cinches, with the corset keeping her back straight
Co - ordinating the lift carefully, Ceebert raised the thigh straps slowly until Sarah's ass was level in a horizontal plane with her tits. The slut was now suspended horizontally at chest height, with her legs held open as if on the gynae table.
As Sarah welcomed the return of the sensations that tit - world offered, Teddy prepared to take her anal development a step further as she entered the world of anal fisting.
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