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Petr carried the semiconscious rubber slave over one of his massive shoulders, across the yard and into the farmhouse. In his other hand he carried a heavy pail of slave-milk that had been forcefully extruded from Dan’s abused tits. Once inside the house the thickset dairy farmer dropped the slave like a sack of potatoes, his rubber covered head bouncing and bobbing around on the floor. Dan moaned in agony but had been well enough trained that he dare not try to move for fear of brutal attack and punishment by his Master. Petr then sat at the rough wooden table with his friend, and each of them scooped out a glass of fresh slave milk from the pail and sat back for a relaxing drink. “Ahhhhhh” Karol sighed as he licked his lips after gulping down a glass – “nothing like a warm glass of milk direct from the udder of the cow eh Petr” he said as he slapped his friend on the back. “From now on I shall milk this bitch daily and see just how much I can increase her milk production. You hear me slut” Karol bellowed as he kicked Dan in the side with his huge steel-toed rubber boot. “You will be begging me to milk you every day, and when you need to be punished perhaps I will let your udders fill up until they feel like they will burst from the pressure inside eh slut?” Karol thanked Petr for coming over, and invited him back anytime that he wanted to torture or abuse Dan’s body for his pleasure. Petr assured his friend that he would indeed be back – that he had some other ideas for milking the sow and would very much enjoy experimenting on the slave’s compliant tits to see how much fluid could be extracted in one session.
For many weeks the routing continued – toilet duties, husbandry to all of the well endowed farm animals as well as his Master, and daily hormone treatments and milkings which trained Dan’s cow tits to deliver greater and greater amounts of milk for his Master. The slave was a truly pathetic sight…continually covered hear to toe in rubber with sagging protruding pendulous breasts that had no right belonging in any human much less a human male’s body. In addition to milking, Dan’s fleshy boobs became a favorite site of punishment for Karol’s ministrations and sadistic experimentations. He loved to bind his slave to a fucking bench with holes cut out to allow for Dan’s breasts to hang down with the weight of gravity – pendulous orbs dangling and begging to be used and abused for the evil farmer’s pleasure. He would always start by slapping the heavy jugs back and forth with his open palm. He loved the sharp sound his hand made against the alabaster white flesh of his slave’s tits, and the way they swung back and forth with each strike. This usually progressed to using each of the sow’s udders as punching bags, or viciously kicking them with a pair of his heavy steel toed workboots on. Dan’s boobs knew no end of torment – being stomped on, bound, stretched, squeezed and mauled, bitten, and twisted. Karol reveled in the agony it caused his slave, but for a while he became so obsessed with the appendages hanging from Dan’s chest that he felt he had been neglecting the slave’s hole and throat as sources of entertainment and pleasure.
Breath control training and deep throat insertions had always been a favorite past-time of Karol’s when working over a slave. He enjoyed watching his slut struggle for air and blacking out from lack of oxygen, twitching and writhing on the ground as all of his muscles went into uncontrollable spasm. For this most recent session of training, Karol had meticulously prepared Dan’s body for an extended period of oxygen deprivation. The slave was seated on the floor with his back firmly against a large wooden block that extended up high enough to end right behind Dan’s shoulder blades. His arms were drawn backwards along the sides of the wooden block and attached by thick rubber cuffs to iron rings mounted onto the wood. Dan was seated on top of a thick rubber dildo that tapered from tip to base like a traffic cone. Karol had used all of his body weight to shove Dan’s helpless frame down on to the column of rubber, and the slave’s anal ring was in agony as it was being severely stretched and popped open to the point of blanching and almost tearing asunder. Wide rubber strapping material had been wound around each of Dan’s tits such that they both stuck straight out at 90-degree angles from his chest. The nipples of each one slowly dripped drop after drop of slave milk, which was being forced from the flesh by the sheer pressure of the rubber webbing wrapped so tightly around each breast. Around the base of each nipple Karol had inserted a series of a dozen sharp pins into each of Dan’s boobs. The pins had colored plastic balls on the end and the farmer had enjoyed making a circular design around the base of each teet as he had inserted the two-inch long needles slowly and painfully into his salve. Dan was as usual dressed in a thick rubber full body suit, and had an equally thick rubber corset tightly fastened around his middle, making the simple act of breathing a labor that would only become even more challenging as the torture session progressed. On the slave’s feet he had the thick covering of the rubber suit as well as something new that Karol had only introduced him to a week or two before. They were heavy-duty lace up ballet boots that kept Dan’s feet pointed almost directly downward. They extended up to the slave’s knees, and Karol had laced them so tightly that they were cutting off the circulation to Dan’s extremities. Dan’s ankles were in agony whenever he was forced to wear the diabolical footwear, and Karol enjoyed making his slave walk around on his tiptoes in the 7-inch heels while he used a bullwhip to quicken the slave’s pace whenever he felt it necessary. On the slave’s head was a simple but effective broad rubber headband, buckled tightly all the way round the slave’s skull just above his eyebrows. The headband had been secured to a small iron ring on the top of the wooden block such that Dan’s head was pulled back at 90 degrees, with his face turned up towards the ceiling and the front of his neck severely stretched. Standing over his bound and helpless slave was the sadistic farmer, wearing heavy rubber boots, a rubber butcher’s apron, and industrial rubber gloves. In his hand he held the long flexible double-ended dildo that so often he had used to plumb the depths of his slave’s throat as opposed to the traditional use for the device. Once again, like before, Karol set silently about the task of greasing up the dong and shoving it down deep into Dan’s abused gullet. This had actually become quite easy for the slave over time, and it did not take long at all for Karol to insert 15 inches of the rubber dong deeply into Dan’s waiting throat…almost right into his slave’s stomach. Dan spluttered and coughed around the surface of the rubber invader, and Karol began to feel that familiar twitching and thickening of his massive cock. He sawed back and forth with the flexible piece of rubber, plunging it in and out of Dan’s gurgling throat. Once he felt his slave was sufficiently warmed up, he grabbed hold of something he had not yet tried in his efforts to open and stretch his slave’s windpipe. He was hopeful that this new toy would have the desired effect, and cause Dan to try to writhe as much as his tight bonds would allow in breathless agony.
Dan began to whimper with his eyes when he saw what his Master now held in his heavily gloved hands. It was a set of red rubber anal beads that had long ago been used on his ass. Such was the stretching of his pussyhole that the insertion of these spheres would be barely perceptible to him now – but to his throat – they looked gargantuan. Karol had also made some modifications to the beads, increasing the length of cord between them so that there was two feet of nylon cord traversing the distance between each red rubber ball. The balls themselves were the size of plums, and Dan’s eyes began to water as Karol placed the first ball into Dan’s gaped open mouth. He could feel his Master’s thick, gloved fingers shoving the ball towards the back of his throat, and then into his throat itself. Karol ordered Dan to swallow as the enormous ball invaded his gullet and began to trigger his gag reflex. Once seated inside of his throat, with Karol preventing it from being expelled, Dan’s only option was to begin swallowing – if he could not expel the object, he would have to take it down the other way to prevent choking to death. Frantically Dan tried to gulp and swallow – the pain was incredible as he slowly muscled the spherical object all the way down his throat and into his gut. Karol sprung a massive hard on as he saw the swollen lump making its way down Dan’s throat and into his belly, with his slave choking and spluttering up thick gelatinous mucus the entire time. Dan felt sick, with a huge red rubber ball now lodged inside of him, and a string of four more dangling from his spit coated mouth. He now knew exactly what Karol had planned for him, and endured four more times the gagging and choking sensations of having to swallow each and every one of the huge rubber balls. All that remained of the series of anal beads was a long string which ended with a small metal ring large enough for the burly farmed to put one of his meaty digits through. It dangle against Dan’s chest as he felt his Master bend down and grope his corseted belly the way that he so often saw Karol doing when one of his livestock was pregnant and about to calf. It was not gentle, but more of a manhandling of the slave’s tortured gut. “Now bitch” Karol announced, “the real fun begins.”
The sadistic farmer wanted to make this session of breath training last, so he needed to gag the slave’s mouth enough for him to still be able to breath, but not allowing enough of an opening to expel any of the red rubber balls. Dan could not see what his Master was doing since his head was firmly secured t the surface of the wooden block, but what Karl had been doing was removing the metal ring from the end of the nylon cord, and feeding the rope through the centre of an hourglass shaped piece of solid hard rubber with a small central channel drilled through it from one end to the other. Like threading a needle. Once done, he re-tied the metal ring securely so that it could not come loose. He then slid the solid core of rubber upwards along the string until it balanced perched on the saliva soaked lips of his restrained rubberslave. Once again Dan pleaded with his eyes to absolutely no avail as he felt Karol put his hand on the end of the solid rubber hourglass and begin to lean on it with all of his weight. The end of the rubber plug was significantly larger than Dan’s mouth and gumline, but as its surface became coated with the thick spit from deep within Dan’s throat it slowly started to seat itself in the slave’s oral cavity. Then with a sudden rush, it all at once passed the widest part of its girth and dropped into place with its waist at the level of Dan’s lips, and its enlarged flanges located one inside of the slave’s mouth, and one on the outside. There was no way to expel the hard rubber hourglass other than to have it pulled out the same way that it had gone in – with force.
At this point Karol explained to his restrained slave what would happen next. Dan began to cry, long ago realizing that the depths of his Master’s depravity new no limits. One day Karol’s perverse games would surely result in Dan’s death, and he wondered to himself it toady would be that day. Karol however was sure of his abilities, and no intention of allowing the slave the luxury of death as a means of depriving him of years and years of enjoyment from torturing and abusing Dan’s broken body. Karol took hold of the metal loop at the end of the string, and lifted it up right over Dan’s upturned face. He slowly but surely began to tug, and Dan felt like his insides were being drawn out of him. Slowly. Meticulously. Dan could feel the last ball that he had been forced to swallow pushing at the entrance to the lower end of his esophagus. It was a type of pain that he had never before experienced. He tried to scream but with his head slung back and his mouth filled with hard rubber it was impossible. Then, all of a sudden, the red rubber ball reached the point of no return and the smooth muscle of Dan’s throat reflexively began to expel it – vomiting it out to purge it from the inside of the slave’s body. Karol watched as the swollen lump made its way up his slave’s neck until it was clear that it sat at the back of Dan’s throat. The purpose of the hard rubber hourglass now became all too clear to the abused rubberslave. Once the ball hit the deeper surface of the gag, and being unable to expel both it and the ball, Dan had no choice but to try to overcome his spasming gag reflex and once again swallow the red rubber invader. All of this had to be done before he choked to death from lack of oxygen. His eyes began to big out of his head and became severely bloodshot as small vessels were bursting from the force of the internal pressure. It took what seemed like an eternity, but eventually Dan manage to once again swallow the lump of solid rubber before it caused him to lose his life from lack of air. Karol patted his rubberslave on the head and congratulated him on his efforts. “Now my slut” he said, “why don’t we play this game for a few more hours?”
Dan openly wept as his Master proceeded to enjoy the process of repeatedly choking and threatening the very life of his slave. Death would not come to Dan however, and true to his intentions, Karol kept him as a fully docile and submissive rubberslave for many years to come – always thinking of new ways to torture and abuse his body, loaning him out to close friends who shared his love for using and abusing a submissive inferior male, and making Dan’s remaining days on earth a constant mix of humiliation, torture, abuse, and suffering beyond all imagining.
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