Literary slave

Clint walked around the rubber-covered bondage table several times as he waited for Pete to return with his next instrument of torture to use on Darren’s immobilized and inflated body. He wanted to admire the sight of his bitch stretched out before him like a human sacrifice – his belly so bloated and tight from the fillings of piss in his stomach and cunt that the skin took on a smooth and shiny appearance.  That coupled with the crimson color that the slag’s belly had become from being smeared with deep heating gel was getting the sadistic Master extremely turned on.  There was almost nothing that Clint enjoyed more than the sound of a slave screaming in pain and begging for mercy while he inflicted increasing amounts of agonizing pain on its helpless body…so he had plans to enjoy the next little while a great deal indeed.

Pete re-appeared holding an implement that was a little bit shorter than a baseball bat.  It had a 10 inch leather wrapped handle on it, but consisted mainly of a semi-flexible thick rubber paddle that was 8 inches wide, and two feet long.  Clint took it from his boy, and rested it gently on top of Darren’s bloated and abused belly.  “Here’s how this is gonna work slut” the Master addressed the slave.  “We’re gonna have us some fun whuppin that pregnant gut of yers and watchin you suffer and scream for some relief.  The only thing is, there ain’t gonna be no relief fer you I’m afraid.  I am gonna enjoy flaying your belly until it’s nuthin but one giant welt from yer tiny little salve-cock there right up ta yer delicious little tits.  When I’m through havin my fun, we’ll have Pete here unhook ya from the rack, and let ya empty yerself out over by the drain.  You’ll have ta be quick about it though, cause we ain’t through with you by a damn sight you hear?”  Darren was trembling with the thought of what he was about to experience.  His midsection was already in more pain that he could imagine, and now this pervert wanted to up the ante even more!

With no ceremony whatsoever, Clint raised his arm lifting the rubber paddle over his head, and delivered a devastating slash with the implement to the crown of his slave’s inflated gut.  The sound it produced was incredible.  The semi-flexible rubber portion of the implement formed itself to the shape of Darren’s bulbous belly, and produced a sharp, intense, earsplitting slap that immediately provoked a blood- curdling scream of agony from the very depths of the bound author’s body.  The force of the impact fired every single pain receptor in the skin covering Darren’s stomach, and sent ripples of shockwaves through the punishing amount of liquid contained within.  Clint admired how the slave’s stomach jiggled slightly but quickly recoiled to stand out proudly from the rest of the body.  Like the development of an old Polaroid picture, a bright read wheal slowly became visible across the belly – perfectly outlining the instrument of torture that had been used.  Clint continued to rain down blow after blow on Darren’s exposed and tortured abdomen until a thick sheen of sweat had broken out on his forehead.  Deep red welts criss-crossed the slave’s pregnant belly, some already turning to a purplish color and beginning to bruise.  Once he was satisfied with the fruits of his labor, Clint dropped the rubber paddle and sauntered away to refresh himself with a beer.  “Git her down and emptied out boy” he ordered his son, “and have some fun fer yerself while yer at it if ya like”.

Pete released the tension on the four point restraints that held Darren’s exhausted and pain racked body in place, the result of which brought a nearly imperceptible effect on the amount of pain that the writer was in.  Even with his limbs untied, Darren’s belly was in agony from being savagely beaten as well as from the extreme bloating that his masters had forced upon him first by Pete filling his anus with a huge load of beer piss, and then being force-fed an entire 2 liter bottle to expand and torture his stomach…he was about to find out that a bit more suffering was required in order to earn some relief.

Darren was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, and ordered to get on all fours and crawl over to the drain in the floor by the enema spigot.  Weak and tired, Darren slowly complied with Pete’s order – sinking ever deeper in to the role of a slave as his free will became increasingly suppressed on the way to being eradicated.  “Move!” the giant ordered as he delivered a hard kick to Darren’s ass with his size 16 boot.  Slowly Darren began to shuffle and crawl towards the far end of the room – anticipating finally being allowed to drain off all of this agonizing fluid that had been pumped into his abused body.  The funnel hose dragged behind his ass as he progressed towards his goal, with the rubber ball portion of the device still firmly lodged inside of his ass.  With good reason, he feared exactly how the sadistic giant simpleton would go about removing it from his body – Pete had already clear how much he enjoyed inflicting pain on Darren’s tiny body…and this would prove to be yet another opportunity to do just that.  Once he had made it to the drain in the floor, his sagging belly swaying slightly from side to side as he had crawled, Pete ordered him to turn around.  “Guess we gots ta get the plug of of yer ass if yer gonna empty out all of my piss bitch”.

Darren barely had time to contemplate Pete’s pronouncement before he felt something placed squarely in the middle of his lower back.  He could tell right away from the feel of the treads, and the weight of it, that it was one of his captor’s booted feet.  With force Pete shoved downwards, driving Darren’s body straight down to the floor as his arms and legs were no match for the muscles in the huge hillbilly’s powerful legs.  Now spread eagled on the floor and pinned there by a size 16 workboot, Darren felt the pressure on his back, and therefore on his bloated gut which was now against the floor, begin to steadily increase.  “If I were you slut I’d start pushin and trying ta help me git that ball out yer cunt unless ya want me ta do all the work.”  Darren realized that Pete planned to force the ball out by stepping and stomping on him until the ball was ejected from his assring like a cork from a champagne bottle.  Frantically Darren began to bear down like he was taking a shit, desperately wanting to minimize the amount of pressure that the massive man pinning him to the floor with his boot would have to apply to remove the plug lodged inside of his ass.  Darren was sure that his stomach was going to burst, that he would pop like a water balloon with the amount of pressure that Pete was now applying.  The slave’s mouth was wide open in a silent scream as he barely had enough air to breathe never mind let fly with vocal expression.  Pete began to apply and release the force of compression with his foot as he pumped up and down, each downward thrust more violent than the last and audibly forcing the air from his slave’s lungs.  Exhaustion had set in and Darren was no longer able to push with his own ass muscles to assist in the expulsion of his enema plug.  “Nearly there slut” he heard Pete announce, before feeling the giant alter his pump action rhythm to one of slow, relentless, increasing pressure.  Harder and harder Pete began to press on the small of his slut’s lower back, his 11 inch cock as hard as an iron bar in his pants as he watched the red rubber plug begin to crown at the opening to Darren’s snatch.  “Just a little more” he grunted as he found yet another gear to further increase the amount of force with which he was driving his slave into the floor with his boot.  With that much pressure having been built up, the final result of the exercise took place with blinding speed.  All at the same time the rubber ball exploded from Darren’s ass like it had been fired from a canon, taking flight and trailing the enema hose and funnel behind it like the tail of a comet.  It hit the wall behind the slave and dropped to the floor.  It had been quickly followed by a wave of hot yellow piss.  At the same time a wave of nausea began to overtake Darren’s consciousness as he felt Pete continue to pump up and down with his massive boot, each time he pressed downward expelling more fluid from his asshole.  Unable to hold back the inevitable, the piss that had been forced into his stomach began to stream forth as Darren projectile vomited the entire 2 liters of piss in nauseating and agonizing waves timed perfectly with each sadistic downward thrust of Pete’s size 16’s.  Once the giant was content that the slave had been sufficiently emptied, he turned on the enema spigot, dropped a bar of soap on the floor, and told Darren that if he knew what was good for him he’d be all washed and cleaned up in 5 minutes.  It was like a boost of adrenaline for Darren to hear those words…as exhausted as he was, the motivation to avoid incurring the wrath of either of his captors was extremely strong.

Clint had watched with casual interest and amusement as his son had stomped on and emptied the slut’s bloated body, sipping on his beer and readying the next phase of the plan to turn this once wealthy and successful young writer into a mindless sex and pain slave for its Master’s amusement and pleasure.  He had been preparing what looked like a sadistic version of a medical exam table to hold Darren’s body fast while it was being worked on, or worked over, to achieve the next level of degradation in the slave’s ability to think or act for itself.  By the end of Darren’s time strapped into the chair that Clint was preparing, he would never again be able to enter civilized society – for he was about to be physically modified and molded to the specifications of the true sadist in the operation – the Master who had hired Clint and Pete to do his bidding and transform Darren into his property, his plaything, his permanent slut.

The chair, or table as one might describe it, was a truly diabolical contraption.  The main plank was wide and covered in thick rubber, and reclined at an angle of 60 degrees.  At it’s base, was a small seat that would prevent Darren from sliding off on to the floor.  The seat had a threaded hole at its center, by no accident positioned right below where Darren’s cunt would be once he was strapped in and secured.  On either side of the base of the bench an articulated metal arm culminated in a heavy rubber covered stirrup with broad leather straps to completely immobilize the occupant of the chair’s legs.  Once in the stirrups, the articulated metal arms that held them fast could be cranked into a variety of positions.  At the sides of the main plank, at 6-inch intervals, were small rectangular cutouts, 6 of them in all running down each of the two sides.  The top of the rubber-covered plank culminated in a small headboard, with a thick rubber strap that would go across the occupant’s forehead.  Telescoping outward from the top of the headboard was a narrow rod, with a bungee cord secured to the end of it.  At the end of the elastic cord, a small metal two-pronged hook.

“Bring her” Clint ordered, and like a mindless automaton Pete shuffled over to where Darren had followed instructions and cleaned himself as best he could with the cold water from the enema spigot and the bar of soap.  Pete grabbed a handful of Darren’s hair, and started to drag him over towards the bondage chair.  The writer used his arms and legs as best he could to scramble along with the sadistic giant in order to prevent the hair from being ripped from his scalp by the roots.  Darren’s abdomen was welted and blotchy with bruises from the previous beating, and could not fathom the fate that was about to befall him in the next round of his training.

Darren was thrown into the chair, and immediately his ankles were secured into the stirrups at the ends of the articulated metal arms.  His head was forced down, and the rubber strap adjusted tightly around his forehead.  Similar treatment was applied to his wrists, and effectively the slave was now bound to the bondage chair – but not tightly or painfully enough for Clint’s liking.  A blanket of heavy rubber webbing was thrown over the slave’s torso, almost like a cargo net from an aircraft, but made of heavy-duty rubber instead of canvas.  It extended from the level of Darren’s collarbones down to his pelvis, and had six long straps running down either side.  Each of the straps was threaded through the corresponding rectangular holes in the rubber-covered plank upon which the slave had been secured.  The rubber webbing was heavy, and would be quite restrictive and immobilizing once fully fastened.  Each long strap was wound around a long metal spindle on the back-side of the plank – a metal spindle with a hand crank mechanism at its top end.  With Clint manning one of the hand cranks, and Pete the other, they slowly began to turn the respective mechanisms in order to fully tighten the rubber webbing.  Once the initial slack had been taken up, with each successive turn more of the long straps was wound around the metal spindles, and the rubber webbing over Darren’s torso became tighter and tighter, compressing him against the plank on which he lay.  So tight did his captors wind the mechanisms that the webbing was cutting into Darren’s flesh.  With the mechanisms locked, the slave was fully and completely immobile against the rubber covered plank – he could not move even an inch in any direction.  With only the rubber strap holding his head down against the board, slight movement to the left and right was difficult, but not impossible.  That was until the final piece of head bondage was employed.  The bungee cord.  Clint stretched it downward overtop of Darren’s face, and positioned the two pronged hook such that each metal arm inhabited one of the slave’s nostrils.  Letting go of the elastic, the cord snapped back and essentially forced Darren’s head flat back against the hard rubber surface.  Darren was sure that the skin on his nose would rip right through with the extreme tension, but every precaution had been taken by Clint and Pete’s boss to make sure that this did not occur.  Sitting in the chair Darren would be in horrible discomfort, but left undamaged.  Unless one were to consider the modifications that were about to come to be damage.

The last detail to attend to before getting down to business was positioning the slave’s legs, and filling up its ass.  The articulated metal stirrup arms were operated by a hydraulic system with a remote control device that Clint now controlled.  There were several pre-set positional combinations, and Clint decided that he would try several of them over the duration of this next session.  Once the first position was selected, the humming of the hydraulics became like music to the sadist’s ears, and a nightmare to the bound and immobilized slave.  By the time that the first position had been achieved, Darren’s ankles had been forced upward and backward towards his shoulders, jack-knifing him into a heavily piked position with his torso inextricably secured to the plank by the heavy rubber webbing.  He cried out in agony as he thought the muscles and tendons on the backs of his legs would surely rip in half.  The stretching of Darren’s body into this position opened up his pussyhole, which was located directly over the threaded opening in the small seat at the bottom of the chair.  Pete screwed a large inflatable dildo through the opening in the underside of the chair right up into Darren’s exposed and sloppy cunt.  Once secured, he began to pump it up.  It expanded in both girth and length, to completely fill the slave’s anal cavity, and further secure him to the rubber plank.  Daren was now bound, hooked, and impaled into place…he was going nowhere until Pete and Clint were done with him.  An inflatable butterfly gag was then shoved into his mouth seated partially behind, and partially in front of his teeth.  As it was pumped up Darren’s mouth became filled and plugged shut, silencing him except for small amounts of whimpering moans, and his lips protruded out from his gums, as if being presented for punishment to the pair of tortures on either side of the slave’s body.  It was only then that Clint began to divulge what was about to happen…

“Yer new owner has some pretty specific requirements in terms of yer appearance there bitch, so it’s our job to make sure ya look exactly as he wants ya to so’s we can get paid in full once he arrives to take possession of ya.  Now I’m not gonna lie to ya slut, all of what we need to do to ya is gonna hurt like hell.  The first thing we need ta do is plump up this skinny little white-boy lips of yers.  Yer new Master wants some nice big nigger style cocksucking lips on his faggot boy.  Nice firm ones that will feel good on his big thick cock boy.”  It was at that point that Darren caught a glimpse of the hypodermic needle headed straight for his lower lip.  Sharp stinging pain followed, as the needle plunged into his flesh.  Clint sawed the needle inward and outward as he depressed the plunger, filling the bound slave’s lip with medical grade silicone.  The effect was immediate – Darren’s thin pink lip became plump and engorged, inflating to two or three times its original size.  By the time 5 such injections had been completed, the writer’s lower lip was fat and firm, and glowing red from inflammation.  Five more injections followed to Darren’s upper lip to complete the first procedure of the afternoon.  It was now impossible for the slave to fully close his mouth – his lips so full that they remained in a permanent pout, glistening with saliva that would forever coat them and drip from his mouth ensuring that there was always a lubricated target for his Master’s rock hard cock.  The butterfly gag was then deflated and removed, and tears of agony and sdaness dripped freely down Darren’s face.  He knew now that even if Kent or anyone else were to miraculously come to his aid, that he would have to hide his face away in shame from the rest of society forever.  Some of the delicate work now having been completed, it was time for something that required more brute force to be done – which meant that it was Pete’s turn to try his hand at altering the slave’s appearance.  Clint marked the locations on Darren’s face with a black marker, and then ordered Pete to proceed.  The specialized gun was loaded with a piercing mechanism and a small stainless steel grommet.  Pete placed the jaws of the gun around the left side of the slave’s upper lip, and forcefully squeezed them together.  Blinding pain seared through Darren’s face as the two arms of the gun came togther, were held for a few seconds, and then released.  What was left was a small hole in the upper lip back near the gum line of the captive slut’s mouth.  The shiny grommet outlined the hole, a permanent piercing which was to become the first of many that afternoon.  By the time Pete had finished reloading and discharging his diabolical weapon, a row of six shiny grommets existed at the bases of both the upper and lower lips of the slave’s mouth.  Much could be done with this arrangement of piercings – everything from hanging weights from either lip to more fully stretch and abuse them, to lacing the slave’s mouth shut like the back side of a football.  Similar grommets were also placed in the septum of Darren’s nose, his ear lobes, and in the skin of his scrotum.  Stainless steel ring piercings were used to decorate Darren’s guiche as well as a pair of rings on either side of his pussylips.  The head of his penis was also given a substantial gage Prince Albert piercing which was permanently soldered shut. 

With the slave now limp with pain and exhaustion, the nose hook was released as was the forehead strap.  Clippers were used to shave off all of the hair on Darren’s head until it was down to nothing but stubble.  A thick depilatory gel was then smeared all over his scalp and face, which burned terribly as it performed its function…leaving the slave forever without the ability to grow hair onhis head or face ever again.  The same treatment was carried out on the exposed buttocks and around the stretched hole of Darren’s anus – and would eventually be carried out on his entire body.  Darren’s new Master required a totally smooth and hairless slave, which is exactly what he would receive.  The final modification for the day brought Clint and Pete back to where they began…turning Darren into a human cocksucking machine.  Not only did their employer require nice firm rubbery lips to press on and stimulate his shaft, he also loathed the thought of any inadvertent contact between his slave’s teeth and his precious meat.  To this end, while still being a realist and knowing that his slave had to be able to eat, he had ordered Pete to remove all but the rear molars from both the top and bottom rows of Darren’s teeth.  By the time the giant had finished with the dental pliers, Darren was a blubbering and bloody mess – left with a gap toothed pouting visage of silicone inflated lips that could be threaded and laced shut, or used to being his Master to climax after climax and keeping his permanent cocksucker well fed on a steady diet of thick creamy mancum.

These were not however the only modifications that were required, but that require changing the slave’s current position, so Clint and Pete decided to take a rest.  They stuffed Darren’s mewling mouth with wads of cotton batten to absorb the blood from his recent extractions, and set about preparing for phase two of the day’s modification plans.

Next: the slave is marked for life as its Master’s property, and the new owner arrives.