Deep Inside Sarah

                              Deep Inside Sarah

                                        Chapter 2

After completing her tour of her new home, Sarah was pretty much left to her own devices for the rest of the day. As she wandered around the spectacular building, familiarising herself with the layout, she couldn’t help but be impressed at the thought and investment that her Masters had put into the project, and she felt rather humble at that. She returned several times to the main broadcasting studio, trying unsuccessfully to get her head around all the equipment that was installed on that sinister looking stage from which she was destined to entertain the internet every week henceforth. Although she was left with a feeling of trepidation each time she looked at an item of equipment whose use she did not understand, such was her trust in her masters that the feeling in her stomach (yes-there again) quickly became a warm one. The room that did not give her such good karma was the reception suite and attached stainless steel ablution room. She realised that she was to be indoctrinated into something she loathed within those walls, but the cosiness of the reception part seemed in direct contrast to those horrible steel pedestals that lay beyond. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this room would present her with her biggest test to date.

As she walked to the dining area, where Darcy seemed to have naturally assumed the role of chef/waitress, she noticed Maisy following Paula into her suite carrying her work bag. Not paying it too much heed, she had Darcy prepare her some ham and eggs, watching her as she worked the kitchen in her pink French maids outfit, and finding it impossible to ignore how attractive she was becoming as a girl. Her blonde hair, now shoulder length, was very prettily presented in pink ribbons, and her make-up was flawless-her crimson lips pouted seductively as she cooked, and any semblance of facial hair was long gone. Sarah was not sure if that was the work of the hormones which Paula injected daily into her nipples or Maisy’s depiliatory skills, but either way she looked hot. As she poured Sarah’s coffee, she again glanced down at her budding breasts and thought with a sigh that, with a few cup size increases, Darcy was quickly becoming the woman Sarah used to be. She felt a pang of jealousy as she walked away expertly on 6 inch heels that most genetic women would struggle to master, but caught a glimpse of her poor tortured scrotum  peeking out below the hemline of her skirt as she bent over the stove , and was reminded of how lucky Sarah was to love each and every one of her modifications to date.

Fed and watered, Sarah walked back to her suite for a lie down. She was still tired after the exertions of the weekend and, if she received no visitors that afternoon, she planned to sleep. Noticing that Maisy was still in Paula’s room, she reached her suite and threw herself gratefully on the huge circular bed, sinking in to a deep sleep in seconds.

Unaware that her masters had ordered 24 hours abstention for her anus to revert to something approaching normality, she woke several hours later refreshed and surprised she had not been woken by a black weapon pushing urgently at her lips or asshole. Feeling surprisingly neglected, she applied herself to searching through her new closets, selecting some exquisite burgundy lingerie and hose, and busied herself at her dresser, convinced that she would be “needed” at some stage before nightfall.

As she dabbed perfume behind her ears, which seemed to have assumed a more prominent role in her appearance since there was no hair to hide them, she heard a loud moan come from Paula’s room. It was a moan of pain, tinged with expectation, and was followed by a succession of louder, longer ones, which quickly made the transition from anguish to pleasure. As they reached a crescendo that obviously signalled her orgasm, curiosity got the better of her, and she tiptoed out into the hallway in time to see Leroy exiting Paula’s suite sporting a big smile. Glancing her way, he winked at her, and strode confidently down the corridor. Sarah felt an overwhelming wave of jealousy. Master Leroy had fucked Paula rather than her! Surely it must be because he fancied some white pussy, and knew she couldn’t provide it. Shocked at her jealousy, she comforted herself by reflecting that it least it wasn’t her beloved Ceebert, or worse still Winston or her ‘husband’ Teddy. About to return to her room, Teddy suddenly filled the hallway.

“Listening at doors, slut? We can’t allow that. I was just on my way to see you about an official matter, but now it seems you have earned a penalty. We can attend to both matters in the punishment suite forthwith”

Mumbling a barely coherent apology, the confused slut obediently followed her giant husband down the corridor, the rustle of her silk lingerie brushing her stocking tops the only sound, as the giant’s footfalls on the carpet were silent, belying his size.

As she entered the new, custom made discipline centre, she again shuddered at the vast and complex array of equipment that greeted her.

Businesslike as ever, Teddy ushered her to a plain white wall and had her stand sideways against it.

“ I have an appointment this afternoon at the court offices on your behalf slut, for which I need a photograph-head and shoulders only will do.

Smile and look straight ahead”

The flash in his digital camera winked several times, bathing her tattooed skull with warmth as he captured her image several times. Checking that the results were satisfactory, he pocketed the camera.

“I would have enjoyed punishing you myself for eavesdropping, but I need to get to the courts before they close. I am pulling a few strings to arrange a little welcome gift to your new home, which will remain a surprise until tomorrow. In my absence, I will send someone in shortly to attend to your punishment. Wait here, slut” he boomed, and with that he exited silently.

As the bemused slut stood waiting her fate, she wondered why he needed her photo, particularly one taken in that official manner. Her musings were cut short by the arrival of her chastiser. Her jaw dropped as the loathsome Roger, Master Teddy’s pet-store owning cousin, entered with a smile.

“Hey little slut- I wasn’t expecting to get my hands on you this soon after your arrival-seems it’s my lucky day? My Cuz tells me you’ve been listening at doors? |Naughty slut gets 100 lashes for that-and I get to choose where” he teased.

As Sarah gaped like a fish out of water, unable to speak, he led her to the bondage wheel, removed her camisole as she obediently lifted her arms, and started to buckle her arms, legs and waist into the medieval looking circular punishment table.

Elsewhere in the complex,the ever vigilant Webmaster Jay flicked switches and cameras throughout the room blinked into life as the first recording of the new project began-by this evening this would be earning thousands as the first VOD available to the website.

Once the slut was secure, he unbuckled her breast cinches, amazed at how tight they were, and could not hid his admiration as her magnificent gourds spilled down her chest, the weight of her multiple piercings making her cock-like nipples point straight to the ground. Lifting each one in turn savouring its weight and the creaminess of its still perfect, unmarked pale skin, Roger reached a decision.

Pulling an R clip from the wheel mechanism that locked it in place, he moved the wheel around with powerful hands. Sarah felt her weight transfer to the holding straps as she was slowly turned through 180 degrees, and as she finally came to rest upside down, her gourds slapped her in the face repeatedly as they answered the call of gravity.

Locking the wheel in its new position, Roger inserted  brackets into slots in the wheel either side of the slut at shoulder blade level, and then fetched a wooden plank from a storage unit. Scooping the heavy, dangling gourds up with the plank, Roger positioned the now laden platform between the brackets, forming a shelf that presented her upside-down gourds horizontally out from her chest, the as yet unmarked underside of them mercilessly offered for punishment.

“ I doubt anyone has thought to cane you here before, slut” he teased.

“But then again few are as cruel as I am” he continued, grinning like a rastsa Cheshire cat as he selected a whippy bamboo cane from one of the many racks.

“ Right, slut- 100! And you will count them aloud and thank me for each one. Any omissions and we will start from the beginning again!”

“Yes Master Roger” sobbed the helpless slut as Webmaster jay zoomed in on her face.

Roger swung the cane firmly and enthusiastically, and as it bit into the lovely white breast meat, Sarah screamed in genuine pain, and sobbed loudly before muttering “ 1- thankyou Master” through clenched teeth.

As the strokes rained down on the underside of her gourds, and she counted each stroke with thanks as ordered, the pain became close to unbearable, and, unlike previous punishments, her ass-pussy and slut-nips did not speak to her-there was no pleasure in this, just agony and humiliation. As she bit her lip and said “46 thank you Master”, she tried to lose herself in her thoughts. Just pain and humiliation! Humiliation- what could be more humbling than willingly submitting to having someone you detest tie you helplessly, suspend your heavily modified body upside down, and thank him for each stroke of his cane that bruised her once beautiful breasts? And that was the turning point- whether it was the Complyormone, or her deep sublimal training, but her brain finally got it- it was more humiliating than enjoying it all the time-the fact that she hated it said more about her submission that all the things she relished. This was her duty-to earn her beloved black cock by submitting to things that she found difficult. With that thought, she said “76- thankyou for hurting my Gourds Master”, and the nerve endings in her pylorus spoke to her first, reminding her that the stomach dildo she once dreaded was low sorely missed. With that her anus and nipples came to life, and she thanked Roger more and more enthusiastically for her breast abuse as each stroke landed and beat her deeper and deeper into a new kind of super-orgasm that she didn’t yet fully understand.

By the time Roger delivered the 100th stroke, she was not only thanking him, but begging him not to stop. Roger smiled, confident in the knowledge that his brand of cruelty went much deeper than the variety his Cuz practiced.

Jay could scarcely believe what he had just witnessed as he uploaded the mpeg to the site for paying customers to savour. The slut continued to surprise.

Roger let her down, still sobbing her thanks as he re-cinched her swollen gourds, slipped the camisole back over her shoulders and led her back to her suite.

As they passed the tattoo room, the familiar sounds of Ceebert’s gun buzzed in her ears. She wondered who the lucky recipient was, but knew better than to show interest.

Back in her suite, Roger, keen to humiliate the slut whilst she was still so vulnerable, led her into the en-suite, knelt her in the shower, and unzipped his fly.

As his massive member flopped into view, Sarah’s mouth automatically opened a little in anticipation, but rather than approach her ruby lips, he simple eased back his foreskin, grunted, and hosed her face and body down in a powerful stream of scalding hot piss that took her totally by surprise. Her training kicked in and every time the amber hose passed across her face she gulped down all she could, but he seemed more intent on soaking her entire body. The burgundy silk clung to her body as the stream abated, and Roger carefully aimed the remainder of his load over her bald head, marvelling at the way the cock tattoos shone through the fluid. As his bladder finally drained completely, he pulled her head toward his groin and stuffed his balls into her eager mouth. As she sucked and licked and tongue bathed the leathery monsters, his weapon rose to full attention. Sarah felt this, and eagerly anticipated trying to get this monster down her neck- but Roger was uninterested in that- he simply wanked his shaft slowly as her tongue worked its magic on his bags, and as his orgasm approached, he pulled his balls rudely from her mouth and told her to hold her eyes wide open with her daintily manicured nails.

Obeying automatically, she knelt before her tormentor as he discharged squirt after squirt of scalding hot cum into her blue-green eyes, aiming each squirt so that both eyes vanished under a film of semen. The cum burned her eyeballs, her stomach ached with loss at having been deprived of his essence, but she sobbed heart felt thanks to him as he anointed her sockets-her ass pussy spasmed orgasmically in appreciation-this was a man who understood real humiliation, and a different, more intense sort of anal orgasm ripped through her.

Eager to make her feel as used as possible, Roger zipped himself up, told her not to shower or change until bedtime, and left her there soaking in piss, eyes full of man juice, trying to understand these new sensations that seemed to centre around her stomach..

Having had no further visitors, she sat on the bed on a towel, stinking of urine, watching TV through cum encrusted eyes. Deciding after watching a few shows that it was time for sleep, she got up reluctantly to shower. Reluctantly because the cold clinginess of the piss soaked silk and the stiffness of her sperm coated eyelids had kept her stomach pulsing at low- level arousal all evening, and she had taught herself to find it soothing.

Still, orders were orders, and as she got up, Paula rushed in, practically skipping with excitement. “Sarah, Sarah. I must show you-look what I finally got” she enthused, as she opened her robe.

Sarah froze in her tracks. Her friend had been depilated smooth by Maisy, and Ceebert had inked a no-entry sign on her pubis just like her own. Fresh gold jewellery adorned her labia where she was now infibulated as well. Leroy had been popping her ass cherry this afternoon- she now had a rival!

Half heartedly congratulating her friend on her initiation and making a few minutes of small talk before Paula left to expend her newfound energy on poor Darcy’s testicles, Sarah sobbed out loud as she showered. She would now have to compete for her Master’s favours. Humiliation new no bounds for her today, and that new, still unfamiliar humili-orgasm built in her stomach again before exploding with a vigour that made her knees give way.