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Chapter 20
As the birdsong filtered through the window in the early light of day, Sarah woke slowly from her Diazepam assisted sleep to find that her pretty little tattooed ass was raised wantonly in the air, wriggling and responding to the sensations of the world’s longest tongue again working it’s magic on her obscenely gaping anus. Still immensely wide from the attentions of the previous 48 hours, Brutus lapped and probed hungrily, responding excitedly by the tinkling of the bells as he had been trained to do. As her eyes fluttered open, she let out a long and satisfied moan as Maisy’s face came in to view, ever diligent in her supervision of her mighty charge.
As the previous day’s events gradually clarified in her brain, she remembered why the insides of her back passage felt bruised and battered, and, enjoying the throbbing pain more than she probably should, she felt gratitude to the great beast for the healing and soothing sensations that he was bestowing upon her. Losing herself in the moment, her hand drifted to her chest to tease her beloved slut-nips, and the tightly cinched, pendulous gourds that were once her fabulous breasts shocked her into remembering the full picture of the last 48 hours. This was the shape she was destined to be, so it had to be right, she reminded herself, and she stroked her chest furniture in appreciation.
“Good morning, sleepy little slut” offered Maisy. “ I was wondering when Brutus’s attentions would wake you up. Your saucy little bells ringing as you offer him your anus to eat have been driving him wild- I have had a job restraining him. Your Masters tell me your rectum is off limits for 48 hours whilst the drugs make the modifications you have undergone permanent and leave your system. In the meantime, we will have to find other ways for you to be of use. Master Ceebert will be here at breakfast time to inject you, after which I understand you may be quite busy with house-calls for the next couple of days- I am here to oversee that. Are you enjoying Master Brutus’s medicinal tongue, slut? Dog saliva is well known for its healing properties you know?”
“Mmm, yes thank you Mistress” answered the slut honestly, as another wiggle of her ass made the bells sound again.
“Thank you Master Brutus!” corrected Maisy abruptly.
“Sorry Mistress- thank you Master Brutus”, Sarah corrected herself.
“After teasing him all this time with those bells of yours, I think you owe him more than just thanks, don’t you slut?…look at how excited he is” continued Maisy assertively.
Sitting up and looking at Brutus, who, having the delicious orifice suddenly removed from his face, walked round to the slut’s face and gave a deep but soft growl of frustration. Looking between his legs, Sarah saw that several inches of crimson cock was jutting excitedly from his furry sheath. Although narrower than her masters’ prodigious weapons, it was mighty nonetheless, and she felt intimidated by the fact that she had no idea what to do about it.
Sensing this, Maisy patted the bed, and said “up”, at which the Great Dane sprung obediently onto the king sized bed beside the still sleepy Sarah and lay beside her, occupying almost the entire length of the bed. Gesturing to Sarah to raise her arms above her head, Maisy slipped the flimsy pink baby-doll over her shoulders. Never ceasing to be impressed as the full impact of the multicoloured filth that adorned her lilywhite skin came into view, Maisy toyed briefly with the freshly cinched tit-meat, noting how her nipples were now nearly black, and that her nipple jewellery stuck out even further under the compression of the cinches. Stifling her own arousal at the sheer scale of her modification, Maisy whispered softly in the slut’s ear
“ Show your Master your gratitude as only you can, Sarah” she cooed, and the slut blushed red as the import of this development sunk in. Every time she moved and her bells sounded, Brutus’s cock throbbed. It wasn’t her fault they had trained him this way, she reasoned…but then she reminded herself that it was her responses to his ministrations that had got him aroused and made the bells ring in the first place. It was her place to pleasure her Masters without question wasn’t it? As if some new little light came on inside her dreadlocked head, what she had to do now became the most natural thing in the world, and, pausing to offer her slender neck to Maisy who was holding the mating collar for her in anticipation, she drooped her luscious mouth slowly to her canine Master’s groin and began teasing his crimson rocket with her heavily modified and very expert tongue. As Brutus responded more of his cock emerged from it’s sheath, and Sarah’s head started to bob in enthusiastic response, as the salty and not unpleasant taste overwhelmed her palate, causing the neck bell to ring, more loudly than the pussy ones did. This caused Brutus to go into overdrive, and, as Maisy held his head firmly by the collar and restrained him, his cock began to extend fully from it’s sheath. Reaching round to caress his hairy balls, Sarah moaned in pleasurable surprise at the rate and extent of his growth. Fully 10 inches was now exposed, and she unhesitatingly gulped the hot crimson rod into her eager throat with a practised swallow, sliding effortlessly down it until her lips touched fur. Wondering why her throat felt sore and bumpy, she remembered the two plastic balls that now resided in the back of her oesophagus, and was grateful for the additional pleasure they seemed to give her furry master, as she became more and more urgent in the way she plunged her head up and down the delicious crimson pole. She heard his breathing quicken, and felt his big hairy balls twitch. As she prepared herself to receive the reward that she now craved, something new happened. The base of his cock that was now sliding quite quickly in and out of her lips started to swell. The pole in her throat was unaffected, and continued to slip in and out with ease, but she found that she was becoming increasingly less able to accommodate the width of the base. As his pantings became more urgent, and release neared, it grew so fat that she couldn’t get her lips around it any longer, and the expansive force of this swelling pulled his cock back out of her throat and into her mouth. Confused, but now dedicated to taking his load in her slut mouth, she concentrated on the business end of his cock, and, milking his balls in earnest, used her modified tongue to give him maximum pleasure as he erupted, flooding her lovely mouth with jet after jet of very thin, but not at all unpleasant doggie-cum. Whilst nothing like the thick loads she was used to and had come to depend on, she was amazed at the quantity, as jet after jet flooded her mouth so fast that she struggled to swallow it quickly enough. As the tide eased, and then ended, she took great pride in the fact that she did not spill a drop, and that all of her canine Master’s seed was where it belonged-in her slut stomach. As she savoured the licky bits as she cleaned his shaft with her tongue, Maisy explained that the huge grapefruit sized swelling at the base was called the knot, and that it was designed to bind the dog to his bitch after copulation to ensure fertilisation. Sarah took all this in, nodding in understanding until Maisy added that the knotting could tie the pair together for up to half an hour, as she would no doubt find out! That last part sent a wave of fear through her- at least it felt like fear, but the throbbing in her slut-nips and anus suggested that was only a part of it.
As she finally, reluctantly lifted her head from the dog’s lap, Maisy unclipped the collar., and patted the slut’s head just as she would a bitch
“Good girl” she cooed- “and not at all shabby for a first effort. Now you understand the knot, you will be able to deal with in better in future” she added, and Sarah realised that henceforth this was to be another part of her new life , amazed at the pride she felt where there should have been disgust. As Brutsus got up to vcate the bed, his snout was briefly level with Sarah’s face. He licked her in gratitude on her pouting lips and, overcome with submission, the slut opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, returning his tongue thrusts with equally enthusiastic ones of her own as her barbells made her first ever doggie French kiss a very memorable one.
As Maisy led a satisfied Brutus away, Sarah got up and prepared for her ablutions in the bathroom. As she readied the enema equipment that was now such a routine part of her life that she barely noticed it, a soft knock came on the door, and in walked Darcy, all in pink frills as was now usual. She held a tray just under her now noticeable breasts that were budding behind her pierced nipples and clearly visible under her diaphanous outfit. Her balls were tightly squeezed into a cinch similar to the ones that now adorned Sarah’s breasts, and looked sore and swollen-surefire evidence that Paula had spent at least a part of night with her. She walked in with some confidence on her 4 inch pink heels, and Sarah noticed that her now depilated legs looked rather good in sheer pink stockings. Filling up with affection for what used to be her thoughtless husband, she kissed her on her crimson lipsticked mouth, and told her how pretty she looked. Mumbling thanks, darcy set the tray down and explained that Master Ceebert had instructed that she add this antiseptic to her enemas for the next 2 days to prevent her implants becoming infected. Nodding in agreement, she took the bottle and was about to go about her ablutions when darcy asked timidly “what implants?”
She was not really meant to address Sarah directly any more, but she felt a degree of warmth towards the fact that she was still interested, and explained briefly what had taken place, including an explanation of her breast cinches.
“but…they used to be so beautiful” said darcy, almost with a sob, as Sarah placed darcy’s hand, perfectly manicured with pink polish, on one of her gourds.
“ They are even more beautiful now, darcy-because they have been rehabilitated to be more like African breasts” she explained, surprising herself at how naturally and honestly those words came out. She noticed at that point that poor darcy’s little cock was erect under her pink babydoll, and, feeling a wave of compassion that had no basis in desire, she fetched a glass tumbler, and, kneeling before the pink maid, she milked her slowly into the glass, unable to resist giving her pathetic white cock a few teasing licks on the way. As she burst forth into the glass, she sobbed her thanks, and obediently drank the contents of the tumbler before hastily retreating in embarrassment at having still become aroused at her wife’s predicament.
Feeling good about herself, Sarah performed her ablutions, and showered before fixing her make up whilst eagerly awaiting Ceebert’s arrival with her beloved injections. Remembering her instructions, she applied the brown lip gloss liberally but tastefully.
As Ceebert entered the room, her heart leapt, and she gave a little squeal of pleasure, which did not go unnoticed, causing him to smile broadly at his favourite slut’s excitement.
As he prepared her injections, he explained that he had added antibiotics to this week’s mix, but also was adding even more hornet venom, as he was afraid her breast cinching may lower her sensitivity levels, and he wanted her time in the cinches to be memorable in every way. Thanking him for his thoughtfulness, her favourite moment of the day arrived, and as Ceebert lifted each breast by the cinched part to deliver the series of injections, she felt an overwhelming sense of rightness at the fact that she was becoming this new shape. Something else dawned on her as the needles went in, and her eyes fluttered with the ecstasy that this process always brought- they were now MORE sensitive! She thought at first it was her imagination, but no, each needle brought her more sensation than the last one, and her moans got louder. Should she tell Ceebert before he gave her the extra strong hornet venom load? The inner slut took over, and she bit her lip, and savoured each syringeful, saying nothing as he finally emptied the weapons grade venom deep into her nipple meat. Her mind exploded in a blur of colors, as sensations new even to her pummelled her sensory receptors, and she lost herself in tit world.
Whilst Ceebert indulged himself violating the tattooed slut’s body with his needles, on the other side of town, Masters Teddy and Winston were in conference. What had started out as fun had seamlessly transformed into a money tree. “Deep Inside Sarah” was a sensation-the revenue from the memberships and the pay per view shows was now growing exponentially. Although they still sought to restrict membership to their black brothers only, they could not keep up with the demand, and the bank account was swelling daily. They had called this meeting to discuss a new idea. Teddy wanted to make Sarah their pension fund, and was proposing that they sell marital home both parties would sign now…any problems from darcy could be quickly dealt with by Paula. Instead , they would move her into a custom made state of the art training suite, with a webcam in every room. Customers could pay to watch her being used 24 hours a day-like a sort of porno PPV Truman show. They would have a custom made torture room, with suspension equipment, etc; a tattooing and piercing suite, wet room, medical room, and several guest bedrooms where the slut could entertain. No more would they need to set up twice a week for her webcam show- she would be permanently available in her own custom made training studio. The income from “Deep Inside Sarah “ would quickly pay for the property, and the income from the marital home would be a bonus. Winston heartily endorsed all Teddy’s suggestions, and they agreed that as soon as phase one of her training was completed (as the original entire plan was now called), she would be moved in to the new home, whose name was yet to be decided, and the then bald slut would commence part 2 of her rehabilitation. They were both confident she would find it a lot more challenging than phase 1. Teddy decided to drop in on the slut later that day and tell her that her visit to the farm was to be brought forward to the following weekend-meaning phase one would be complete in less than 2 weeks. He decided not to tell her about phase 2 yet. They agreed to defer a decision on whether darcy would have any part to play in phase two, but agreed that Paula had become invaluable, and Winston agreed to call in and see Mac later that day to tender Sarah’s resignation, and to arrange extended, paid leave for Paula.
As the explosive sensations in her slut-nips and gourds returned to controllable portions, Sarah rimmed Ceebert’s anus with greed, noting that as well as enjoying the submissiveness inside her that drove her to perform such feral tasks, she was actually starting to enjoy the physical taste on her Master’s anus, and she stretched her pierced tongue out a little further, wishing not for the first time that she could do it like Brutus and worship the innermost depths of her masters as she surely should. Sensing this, he made a note to himself to ask Doctor G, who was due in later that day to check on his patient and claim his reward, about cutting her frenum as soon as possible. Her perfectly manicured nails danced across his massive scrotum, and her other hand milked his pole slowly and lovingly, as her tongue work brought him close to the edge. Grunting urgently, Sarah realised he was on the brink, and quickly moved round to kneel in front of him, her pussy bells jingling. Just in time she captured his mighty helmet in her brown lipped mouth, and managed to get it to the opening to her throat before the first spurt hit. Keen that he be the first human to enjoy her new throat beads, she swallowed him down into her throat, along with the first of his spurts, and felt each of the subsequent deliveries coat her throat lining at various depths as she moved her beads up and down his orgasming shaft with each bob of her dreadlocked head. Ceebert could scarcely support his own weight as his knees threatened to buckle, and he emptied his entire double bag load into his most favourite place on earth…this amazing white slut’s stomach.
Regaining his composure, Ceebert buttoned up his fly and praised Sarah on her expertise, careful not to over enthuse. He bade her put on more brown lipstick, and then accompanied her to breakfast, which darcy served them expertly under Maisy’s watchful eye.
Sarah struggled to swallow properly, as the fresh throat implants did not accommodate solid food that readily-but she dealt with it as Ceebert outlined her next two days.
In a moment, he was to tattoo her for a couple of hours (he had his kit in the car)- the corn snakes needed final color, and her website viewers had voted for a “Sarah the urinal slut” piece on the front of her right thigh, which he was to outline today.
Following that, he would leave her, and she would entertain the visitors that were to be expected for the next 48 hours. She would always have the brown lipgloss on to stamp her ass-rimming status, (as was tattooed on her shoulder, although she was still unaware of this). Anal was forbidden, but she was to use her mouth and throat to please any black man who happened by. In keeping with her latest tattoo, he suggested that she have the urinal hood readily and visibly available at all times. Lastly, he mentioned that Teddy was dropping by later (which made her slut-nips and ass spasm simultaneously- did she imagine it or could she feel her anal beads when she spasmed?), and that Doctor G would be in to check on her healing, and she should be sure to thank him for his work of yesterday. Nodding her understanding ,and thanking him, she padded after him, her yellow silk negligee almost transparent against the morning sun, as they went to the couch where for the next two hours he would continue to adorn her slut body.
As Ceebert packed his things and left, after copious thank-yous from the slut for her latest color, she slipped her negligee from her shoulders and admired her latest piece. Ceebert, as ever, had captured her to tee. The face that started out from the urinal hood did not need the label engraved on its base to identify her- Sarah’s beautiful features, drenched in urine as two black cocks hosed her greedy mouth with relentless streams of piss, shone out from the ink. She noted proudly that Ceebert had only shown a few drops of the golden nectar in the sluice tray under her chin, thus suggesting strongly that she had swallowed it all. She also noted, again rather excitedly, that this Sarah, like the one who shared her belly button as an anus, was also shaved totally bald, and all the more beautiful for it. She felt an almost overwhelming desire to turn around and admire the work on her back, but she knew that it was better for her not to yet know what was depicted there, and she resisted the urge.
Dressing in readiness for her visitors, she chose a transparent latex bustier that Marcie had provided. Cut just under the breast, it allowed her still throbbing gourds to sag provocatively over the taut latex hem, but still allowed clear view of her many tattoos. The bustier had eight attached suspender clasps, which she attached to the matching latex stockings that she had just rolled up her long shapely legs, stopping just below the soreness of her fresh ink. She looked sensational-gleaming and shiny, shapely, and obscenely decorated, but most importantly her massive udders now pointed markedly south as they were destined to do! She felt hot as hell, and could barely wait for the doorbell to ring.
As afternoon approached, Sarah drew satisfaction from the fact that the six visitors she had entertained had all left happily. Her expert tongue and cavernous, beaded throat had drawn the seed from all of them into her slut stomach where it belonged. She had rimmed each one of them with an enthusiasm seldom seen on porn movies, and had dutifully replenished her brown lip gloss after each act of adoration. Four of them had strapped the urinal around her slender neck, and each time she had knelt obediently as it was buckled in place, and on every occasion she had consumed the full force of their bladder delivery thirstily, spilling only drops like a good slut should do. Her stomach felt full, her sexuality felt complete, as the constant throb in her anus as it adjusted to its new dimensions persistently reminded her. One of the visitors had requested that he cane her gourds hard as he emptied his seed in to her throat, and, as Maisy had handed him the switch, she felt her new breasts throb in anticipation, before the delicious sensation of his cutting and precise strokes added fuel to the anal orgasm she experienced as his final, hardest effort coincided exactly with his heaviest spurt. Tit world was a wonderful place for a black cock slut!
As she relaxed with her coffee, laced as always, with Teddy’s special cream, her heart suddenly skipped a beat as Master Teddy’s voice boomed at Maisy.
“Hi babe-where’s my main slut?” he asked, and the Complyormone training kicked in big time as Sarah became a gooey mess of submissiveness at the sound of her Master’s voice that she had for so long trusted and listened to through the headphones.
As the black giant entered her bedroom, resplendent as always in white suit and gold bling, a cowboy hat perched jauntily on his massive bald pate, the tattooed slut could not contain the level of submission imbedded in her Psyche, and she threw herself to the floor, genuflecting before her mentor.
“Glad you are pleased to see me slut” boomed the giant teasingly. “Now get up and greet me properly”.
So eager to please she became clumsy, Sarah fumbled with his pants before finally lowering them and eagerly tongue-bathing his mammoth sacks on the way to rimming his wonderful anus, which she was rapidly beginning to realise was more of a duty than a requirement (if only she could see her back). As her tongue explored deeper and deeper into his bowel, he murmured approval, and stroked her cornrows affectionately as she went about her task with devotion. When the tremblings warned him an explosion was imminent, he tugged on her dreads, and she reluctantly deserted his anus to focus on his mighty, unbelievable member-the only one so far that had eluded her capacity-wise. Trying her best to become a reticulated python, she strove to dislocate her jaw as the urgent need to get all of that monster in her mouth overtook her. Her immaculate brown lips stretched obscenely as she fought to open wide enough to get the engorged member into her mouth. Eventually, her cheek skin stretched, and the engine moved onwards towards her throat. Tears running down her cheeks, she felt his helmet stop against her gullet, making her aware of the beads that would feel new to him. All that mattered in the world right now was that Master Teddy’s member enjoyed her throat for the first time, and she pushed and swallowed and felt the throbbing in her gourds and anus urging her on, but such was the might of his weapon that it just didn’t happen, and as he burst asunder over the back of her throat and flooded her with his seed, she shed genuine tears of frustration at her failure.
Zipping up his fly with satisfaction, Teddy soothed her, ensuring her that one day she would be able to give him what no-one else ever had. As her sobbing abated, she asked what he meant, and he explained that whilst throat sex with him would always be improbable, her anal progress was such that he was confident that when she visited his farm the following weekend, at some stage during the ensuing week-the final week of her training, she would surely take his third limb all the way in her wanton, beaded anus.
Picking up on this, the tattooed slut asked softly “ Do you mean it?...does this really end in 2 weeks- I will be complete and trained?” , trembling as she spoke.
“ I am confident you will graduate from the farm with honor” replied Teddy, cleverly ducking the real issue.
“ Will I finally be shaved bald?” she asked, so tense the words were barely audible.
“ If you behave and please, then yes-we are already asking for requests for you scalp tattoo that will immediately follow” came the reply she dreamed of…but as the warmth of her achievement sank in, he added:
“ Your behaviour, however, will have to be better than today’s” the tone of his voice shocked her, and she asked contritely “What have I done Master?”
At that point darcy, still in pink, entered, on a leash held by Maisie.
“Anything you want to tell me about earlier, slut?” threatened Teddy As realisation dawned, the slut simpered and sobbed in the certain knowledge that her ex-husband had told Maisie about her gesture of sympathy earlier, and she became filled with dread.
“ I was kind to darcy earlier as she seemed frustrated” she sobbed in apology.
“ You brought white cock to orgasm without permission?” shouted Teddy, the force of his voice scaring her to the core. “And sissy cock at that?”
“Yes Master, I am so sorry” was the nearly delirious reply...it was all going wrong, and she had only been kind.
“Allow me to demonstrate how pitiful white cock is” teased the giant. “pop her teeny weiner out of her pink panties and get it hard for me NOW”
Desperate to appease, she knelt before her pink frills and eased her cock out of her French panties. Lowering her brown lips to his white worm, she sucked it without relish until it became hard.
“Now get me hard again slut” he ordered. Again using her mouth and tongue, she teased him back to full rigidity, the magnificence of his size as ever filling her with awe.
Maisy, who had been lurking in the background, saw Teddy’s nod that was her cue, and she grabbed darcy’s member under her skirts, and led her to the black Titan.
“ Now tease my Jap-eye open with your tongue slut” he ordered, and Sarah worked the tip of her pierced pleasure-giver eagerly into the slit until it gaped, still slack from its recent delivery.
“ This is how pathetic white cocks are, slut….they are so tiny they only go in pee-holes” he stated, as Maisy guided the tip of darcy’s cock expertly to the opening to Teddy’s urethra. Deftly applying some KY to the white slug, she eased it expertly towards Teddy’s opening, until with a roar Teddy thrust forward, and darcy’s pitiful little cock was engulfed by the warmth of his piss canal. Sarah watched with a mixture of awe and amazement as the entire length of her husband’s cock was swallowed up my Teddy’s giant member. Once it had bottomed out, he pulled away in disgust, and fished around his neck for the key that hung there.
“ White cocks are only good for piss holes slut...and now you will be reminded of that in a way I know you hate”
As reality dawned, Sarah dissolved into tears. “No Master, please...anything but that” begged the hapless slut, but it fell on deaf ears as Maisy expertly pushed her onto her back, locked her ankles into the manacles that always lay available at each corner of her bed, and the unlocked the keeper between her legs with the key. Swinging the escutcheon plate back, she withdrew the catheter, and called darcy forward.
Teddy watched her sissified pink husband plunder his wife’s urethera with enthusiasm, as the slut cried and sobbed and moaned her contempt for the act. Realising that this really was totally grossing her out, he decided to add a little wickedness to the equation, and reaching for the switch in the corner, administered a series of sharp, hard strokes across her gourds, enjoying the dichotomy he witnessed as the pleasure of the pain battled with the disgust of the unwanted intrusion. As darcy finished her pathetic jerking, and shot her pitiful seed into her wife’s bladder, Teddy signalled Maisy to remove him immediately before he lost his cool and bitch-slapped him.
Stroking the near hysterical slut’s head, he cooed softly in her ear “ Black only, Sarah. No exceptions, ever! Only good girls get shaved bald”
As he exited, point made, his hypnotic voice left its message on her mind for ever- but why did the caning feel so good?
Maisy gave her an hour to recover-her dignity if nothing else, as darcy’s urethral invasion really had freaked her out. When she was a little more settled, Maisy announced that Doctor G was here to check her out.
Numbly she padded through to meet him. What could he possibly do to her that could top darcy’s invasion?
After ten minutes of speculum assisted probing, Doctor G pronounced himself well pleased with the way her anal modifications were healing, and confirmed that it could be considered available again the day after next. Remembering Winston’s instructions that he was to feel free to enjoy her gratitude, he made a few clumsy advances, and was pleasantly surprised to find that with no second asking her tongue was exploring his anus, and five minutes later he was fucking her throat like it was his wife’s pussy.
However, unlike all the other Masters who regularly used her throat in the same way, he had no finesse. Whereas all the others understood the slut’s need to breathe, and kept their occupation of her breathing tube to controlled timelines, Doctor G was urgent in his need to bathe this slut’s stomach and oesophagus with his seed, and it was only when she started changing color and struggling against him that he realised he was starving her of oxygen. Realising his mistake, he withdrew, allowed her breathing to stabilise, and then re-entered her throat and plumbed it with the required care until he did indeed burst forth into her digestive system with his urgent delivery.
Apologising to the slut for his over-enthusiasm, he made his exit, seriously preoccupied with a though that was forming in his mind. Sarah was still so traumatised by darcy earlier that she barely remembered nearly choking on the Doctor’s cock, and the incident was forgotten. She entertained the rest of her vistors that day numbly, enjoying their piss and cum and their plundering of her throat, and enthusiastically rimming them all, but still not fully with it, such was her disgrace. As the last visitor of the day left, she showered, lovingly soaping her new tattoo, and snuggled up in her bed waiting for Brutus to come and kiss her better.
On the other side of town, Doctor G enthusiastically outlined his idea to improve their slut…..just as racehorse trainers installed breathing portals in their charges’ throats to enable more efficient breathing when at full pace, when soft tissue deficiencies made such improvement desirable- why couldn’t he, the good doctor, install a surgical steel portal in the beautiful slut’s neck so that she could breathe while her throat was rammed full of cock-that way she could throat the largest of cock for hours on end, if required. The portal could be hidden behind a collar, or better still incorporated into a neck tattoo, becoming part of the ultimate choker. An ornamental stopper could be worn when the portal was not required for breathing. He could do the operation quickly, and healing time would be minimal. If he did it this weekend, it would be healed in time for the farm…and yes, he would throw in a free frenum snip!
Winston and Teddy smiled as they listened.
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