Deep Inside Sarah

                                   Deep Inside Sarah

                                         Chapter 4

As Sarah awoke the following morning, she wasn’t quite sure which part of her was the most sore. Her chest throbbed and pulsed as the cellular reconstruction drugs, still active in her gourds, worked their magic moulding her to the shape of the foot long leather prisons that bound them so tightly. Her left thigh and pubic area burned from the lengthy session with Master Ceebert inking her second and third snake outlines. Also her wrists, ankles, shoulders and anus hurt less urgently, but still unmistakable in the background. As she became more aware, she remembered Maisy strapping her into the mating frame last night like a doggy style sacrificial offering, securing her wrists, waist neck and ankles with the built in leather straps so that she lay motionless and immobile, her anus offered gapingly at just the right height for Master Brutus to avail himself. As if to add further indignation, she had secured her gourds to the convenient eyes at the base of the frame, smiling at the fact that she could now couple the D-rings directly to her teat piercings, such was the pendulous reach of her newly stretched chest.

After such a mixed day, with more lows than highs at the end, her cavernous and well trained rectum swallowed Brutus’s mighty weapon to the hilt quickly and gratefully, and as his huge paws scratched urgently at her tattooed shoulders, she enjoyed feeling him in her ass where he surely belonged, and tried to respond to his thrusts with those of her own, despite her strict bondage. As his meat entered her colon, and her ass and nipples started their harmonic dance toward orgasm, the feeling grew from enjoyment to rapture, and she relished a series of powerful cum waves, before Brutus responded to her hormones and urgent moans and his knot started to form.

Unlike when he used her mouth, she was unable to let the knot escape, and as the vascular bundle grew past tennis ball size, to grapefruit size and beyond, she started to realise that her rectum had never been tested this way before. Her Master’s fists, Teddy, her husband’s prodigious cock, and even the small stallion had tested her to the very limit and she had always come through, eventually deriving great pleasure from her ordeal- but this was different. It only stretched one small part of her colon, and didn’t move back and forth like the other invaders had-Brutus seemed to be motionless as his knot formed, in stark contrast to his fast doggy thrusts earlier. The stationary position of the intruder seemed to make it harder to deal with, and as it continued to grow, Sarah felt panic rise alongside arousal. Just as she reached crisis point, she felt his knot stabilise, and his cock, much deeper in her bowel than the ball at the base, started to spew its familiar copious watery load over the walls of her rectum, making her howl with pleasure, as Brutus licked her ears and her bald head in response to the animal-like noises she was making.

All awareness of pain vanished, as she relished the honour of his great knot in her ass- she had taken it all, and was cumming in waves. Her now familiar stomach cramps started as her pylorus cried out for attention, and she thought briefly of the snakes as another wave nearly made her pass out.

It was fully twenty minutes before his knot subsided enough to separate from his bitch, which was probably why she felt so sore in her as this morning. It was a good feeling though, and she remembered Maisy unbuckling her and helping her to bed after Brutus had dismounted, just as the beast bounded up on the bed for his morning kisses.

After an especially attentive ten minutes with her bald head bobbing up and down between his legs, her sore gourds laid one either side of him like leather bound loofahs, she swallowed his morning gifts with enthusiasm, amazed at quite how quickly his canine batteries had recharged as she swallowed the best part of half a pint.

Realising that life wasn’t quite as bad as she had thought at various stages yesterday afternoon, she skipped off to the bathroom, and performed her cleansing, reluctantly washing out Master Brutus’s essence from her back passage before headed for the shower.

Remembering Maisy’s instructions as she unbuckled her last night, she unlaced the tight cinches before showering- they were to be measured in their unfettered state each morning now before being re-cinched.

Gasping as the blood returned to her gourds, she turned the shower up full and luxuriated in a hot steamy deluge. As she soaped her newest tattoo gently, trying to soften the skin so that it wouldn’t scab, she again thought of the snakes, and her mouth involuntarily opened as if to afford access to her brood. As it opened, a vision of Roger’s vile load filling her mouth flashed before her, and she gasped in horror-yet her mouth remained open as if it knew its purpose.

Towelling herself down, she lifted one gourd to dry underneath it, and could not believe how it felt. It had that kind of magical softness that only the finest down-filled pillow, or drawer full of the finest silk lingerie could provide. The lily-white softness of her once pert breasts was in stark contrast to the ever darkening saucer sized aureolae that pointed straight to the floor now, almost obscuring the tattoo that centred around her navel. As the steam cleared from the shower room mirror, she admired her new profile at length, and decided that this was a much more fitting shape for one destined to provide pleasure such as she- she felt no remorse at the loss of her once pneumatic bust, and could not stop fondling her new gourds in admiration, noting with glee that the sensitivity levels of both her white and dark breast meat continued to rise exponentially- and that was before morning injections!

The new tactile loveliness of her gourds was not lost on Ceebert either, who had arrived on cue just as she finished her make-up by applying the now omnipresent brown lip-gloss.

As they injected her breasts lovingly, he enthused “ Man, I don’t know what is in that cellular shit, but I never felt titties as lovely as these, slut. I cannot wait for the day we tattoo them”

Feeling a swell of pride in her waist height chest, she thanked him before the push of the plunger and the subsequent invenomation of her slutnips sent her beyond reason for a while.

Injections over, she knelt automatically before Ceebert to thank him, relishing the thought of something stretching her throat at last.

Feeling his hand on her baldness stopping her advances, he dropped his pants as he turned around and offered her his asshole.

“ I need a good rimming this morning slut” he explained.

A little startled by the lack of affection in Ceebert, but totally unfazed by the instruction, she obeyed without question. It was her duty to rim any black anus presented to her (that tenet was written clearly on her shoulder for anyone to read, if she only knew it), and it was a task she had learned to relish. It was with enthusiasm that she approached the task, opening the cheeks of his ass to give her pierced tongue access. The moment she saw his sheriff’s star, however, she gave a reflex jolt as she remembered yesterday. Despite rising nausea, she felt her mouth open wider as if in anticipation, and had to concentrate to remind herself that she had rimmed this man, for whom she held great affection, many times. Conquering her fear, she buried her expert tongue deep in Ceebert’s rectum and gave him the rimming of his life, determined to conquer her fear and please her favourite Master. Ceebert’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the expertise of the rimming-this slut just kept getting better, and he really had to focus to remember his instructions- make her ask.

Several times during her ministrations, his sphincter opened in pre orgasmic spasm, and each time Sarah tensed expecting a delivery to arrive- but it didn’t happen, and eventually she got to enjoy the spasms as part of the ritual.

When eventually he called enough, she shuffled eagerly around to his front, her uber-soft gourds slapping together in her haste. Gazing hungrily at the monster that belonged in her neck, she bowed her head forward just as Ceebert pulled his pants up and buckled up.

“ I don’t have time for that now slut” he lied with regret. I have to do some more work on Paula in a minute, and I’ll get to fuck her ass when I’m done-we’re opening her out just like we did to you all those weeks ago over the tattoo shop. I’ll catch you tomorrow- you have a couple of hours scheduled with me in the tattoo room in the afternoon”

Completely deflated by this, she was speechless as Ceebert exited. What had she done wrong- he had never yet refused her oral attentions- she knew she was superb at it, and loved his appreciation of her skills. Besides, no one else could swallow a weapon his size straight down to the balls and milk it with their throat implants for as long as required thanks to their breathing portal. She simply did not get it- he was choosing Paula’s inexperienced asshole over her expert gullet.

Bitter with defeat, she slumped on the bed just as Darcy breezed in. She was looking lovely in peach heels and hose, matching suspenders, and a camisole that her young but developing breasts bounced about enticingly underneath. Her hair was done in pretty bunches with peach ribbons, and her make-up was immaculate, down to the crimson lipstick. Only the shrivelled cock/clit, and tortured balls under ever increasing weights that hung beneath the hem of her skirt betrayed her previous gender. Sarah was about to praise her on how she looked, despite her gloom, when she realised who she reminded her of. Darcy looked like Sarah did the first week she attended the tattoo shop. They were turning her into “old Sarah”

“ Good morning Darcy, you look nice” she made herself say.

“Thank you Asswhore-sarah” she replied with thinly disguised contempt, as her eyes took in her former bride’s pendulous chest and still further new ink.

“Master Teddy says to wear this outfit this morning so that the entire household can enjoy your new chest before it is re-cinched. You are to report to the main auditorium directly you are dressed for measuring. Once that is done, the morning is your own to show off your new self as you see fit. At Noon, you are to report to the punishment room for re-cinching and further training.” She explained, before leaving with a flounce.

On the bed lay pink hold-up stockings and five inch hobble heels, and a totally see-through diaphanous pink silk peignoir that fastened at the front, but the cord to do so was missing. It seemed that her masters wanted everyone she met this morning to be very well aware of the fact that her breasts now reached past her navel and hung close to their target of her waistband.

In the main auditorium office, Teddy, Winston and Webmaster Jay were in conference.

“I booked the next PPV for two weeks ago yesterday, so I hope to fuck that Roger has his facts right” explained Webmaster. “It will be filmed in the ablutions suite and then later in the pet store, and should last all night. Advance bookings have gone ballistic already, and it will be our most profitable show yet. It seems that a few of our subscription customers caught Roger with the slut in the ablutions room on VOD yesterday and hit the bulletin boards with the news. There is already a queue to get on the VOD web cams there, so I am doubling up on camera coverage this morning. Planned stuff like the laundry boys working on her chest always gets a good audience, so we can allow for the demand, but the ablution suite has not had many viewers yet. I think we can safely assume that is about to change?”

“So what is the next broadcast from the main auditorium?” asked Teddy

“If Pedro is right about the rate of her chest remodelling, she should be ready for his treatments in a couple of weeks, so as soon as the equipment is set up, we can go live. His technicians are here this morning starting the basic installation on stage one. I think in three weeks we may well be streaming Master Pedro’s medicine. If you think her scat graduation will break all records, just wait until they guess what Pedro has planned for her chest. It will go stratospheric!”

“Does anyone know yet?” asked Winston.

“The slut has no clue, and we aim to keep it that way. We are leaving heavy hints for the VOD customers to pick up on, so I expect the secret will be out and viral well before transmission. If she comes through this and is still loyal, then the world is our oyster” enthused Teddy, already planning his retirement.

“ Cool” said Jay, closing the meeting. “I’ll double up on the VOD cameras where necessary. “ If she isn’t ready by next transmission, are we going to force her?”

“ No way will that be necessary, she’s a natural. That’s why I married her” beamed Teddy confidently.

Sarah walked down the corridors toward the main auditorium, feeling every bit as naked as she looked, and loving it. Her baby-soft gourds bounced under the half open peignoir, swinging with a will of their own, their soreness forgotten. Her bone piercings pointed proudly to her painfully high heeled feet, which restricted walking to a slow hobble and exaggerated her breast swing. Her pussy bells tinkled with each step, and her inflation bulb slapped reassuringly against the fresh ink on her thigh. She felt incredibly feminine, as the snakes on her legs seemed to undulate with a life of their own under her sheer stockings as she walked. Seldom did many minutes go by without her thinking of her beloved corn snakes, and how much she craved being strapped into that tank. She no longer felt perverted about it-she was beyond that now. Her stomach told her what she needed-quite literally!

She was stopped twice on her way to her meeting-once by Leroy and once by a stranger in overalls. Both opened her robe to lift and examine her gourds, and both were complimentary about their beauty, but neither asked for any sexual favour. This was getting confusing- she felt the most feminine she had ever felt since her rehabilitation, and now they were blanking her.

As she walked into the auditorium, she saw Webmaster Jay in conversation with Master Pedro, and another technician in the same overalls as the man who had just examined her chest. Teddy was also there, along with Darcy, who stood awaiting instructions.

“Ah, here is our slut” greeted Teddy with enthusiasm. “Ceebert told me your chest was looking magnificent, but he understated the case-they are exquisite” he added, lifting one by the bone until it pointed upwards and presented the heavily jewelled slutnip at face level. Running his tongue teasingly around his bride’s coal black cookie, she moaned in genuine pleasure before he let it go an they all laughed as it swung back to vertical against her waist with a loud slap, spoiling her moment.

“As you can see, Pedro’s boys are already hard at work making the set for your greatest moment yet, which is approaching faster than you may think.” He said with menace, as her eyes ran over what was a raised dais clearly designed to support something that would put considerable load on its mountings. The dais also seemed to contain some form of drainage.

“For now, you will attend here each morning bare breasted to be accurately measured. The point at which your gourds reach the size and shape when they are ready for treatment can only be ascertained by accurate daily assessment, now that they are this near. They will be cinched each afternoon and evening until that point. When the cinches are no longer applied, you will know that your greatest moment yet is imminent.”

Totally mystified, she simply complied when Pedro led her to the far wall, where a device rather like that used to measure the height of children had been erected. Instead of a bar under which the child stood, this one had a support tray mounted at right angles to a vertical bar with straps. Standing as instructed with her back to the bar, Darcy strapped her tightly to the bar so that she stood ramrod straight and immobile. Pedro slid the measuring tray up to roughly chest height, and swung it across. As he swung it, Darcy lifted both gourds by the nipples so that the tray swung underneath them. Pedro the dropped the gourds onto the tray like two joints of meat at the butchers, displaying no emotion as he did so. Once her gourds lay flat on the tray, he adjusted the height until they looked roughly at right angles to her chest. Tightening the adjuster screw, he then used a fine adjustment scale underneath and a setsquare until he was happy that her gourds lay at exactly 90 degrees to her back.

“They have to be exactly horizontal for this treatment to work, Sarah. They are softening up nicely-that is good” he explained in that deceptively soft voice that she was soon to become every used to.

Satisfied with his work, he attached elastic bands to either side of each outermost bone piercing, and threaded a piece of dowel through the four loops. Gesturing to Darcy, she pulled the dowel away from Sarah’s chest, stretching her gourds outwards until they reached the exact length that they would achieve under gravity if she were horizontal. Gesturing to Darcy that was enough, she held the dowel firmly whilst Pedro used a giant set of scientific callipers to measure precisely the distance from nipple nip to point where breast becomes rib.

“ 390mm. Most impressive Sarah, but a little way to go still” he said rather patronisingly, and Sarah decided that despite his quiet demeanour, this tall bespectacled white man had a hidden power that could either scare or thrill depending on the circumstances.

Without even bidding her farewell, he entered the information onto his clipboard and left Darcy to unstrap her confused former wife.

On the way out, he stopped to ask Winston something

“Yeah man, your reward will be available by the time you operate. Roger is starting work on it this afternoon, but be warned-she hates it. It is the only thing we have been unable to train her to like, an we have been using it as punishment- and she ain’t never seen a white one your size yet. Hell man, you should’ve been a brother” he laughed, and with a nod of agreement, Pedro exited.

Realising that she was free until noon now, Sarah decided to join the others for breakfast. The sight of three fully dressed black giants accompanying a petite nearly naked bald beauty and a nearly as attractive transsexual with her balls in traction to breakfast would have turned heads anywhere else, but at “Deep Inside Sarah” it was everyday fare.

There was a good turnout for breakfast-most of the Masters were there, except Ceebert who was still tattooing (and fucking, reflected Sarah angrily) Paula; so Darcy was kept busy as she expertly waited on the whole household, now seemingly totally at home as a woman, and rather attractive to boot. Remembering her orders, Sarah flopped her milky soft gourds on the table, one either side of her plate, so that everyone present enjoyed being reminded that she was a slut in the midst of modification.

It was an enjoyable breakfast, except that she noticed that most of the men had started openly goosing Darcy, twanging her suspenders, patting her satin clad ass, or stroking her pierced and now quite feminine nipples through her camisole.

Noticing her rising anger at the attention Darcy was receiving, and doubtless fuelled by the lack of interest in HER throat or ass all morning, Winston redoubled his efforts, enjoying the slut’s discomfort as Darcy became the centre of attention.

As breakfast finished, Winston asked “ Don’t you think your ex husband has made the transition to sissy girl rather well, slut?”

Refusing to show her jealous side, but wanting to exact retribution, she replied “ Yes, she looks great-I’m surprised you aren’t fucking her yet”

“ Do you think she’s ready slut?” teased Winston, causing Darcy to blush very nervously.

“ Well, you’ve been plugging her for a while now- why not try and see?” she replied mischievously, knowing she had touched a nerve.

“When you were married, was there anything she stopped you from doing that you especially regret” He asked.

“Well, Master, yes there were several things-but the one that I really resent is that he stopped me smoking because he didn’t like it”

“ You used to put those weedy pencil thin white things in your mouth slut?” he teased, full of double entendre.

“Um-yes Master, I used to enjoy it” she blushed.

“Well, we’re big on role reversal here, slut. How about we have Leroy here break in her cute suspender clad ass while you smoke a big black cigar in his face...none of that little white shit here?” came the unexpected reply.

Shocked at how far this game had gone, Sarah felt a twang of regret- but fuck, her ex husband was taking all her attention now she was so pretty, so why shouldn’t she exact some retribution?

“That sounds lovely Master” she blushed.

Shocked into dumbness, Darcy just gasped as she was instructed to retrieve a large black Cuban cigar from the humidor in the lounge. Returning and offering it, along with a lighter, to her ex wife, she simply bit her lip as Leroy roughly lifted her peach skirt and offered his mighty black engine to her virgin asshole.

Surprised at the rush of power it gave her, Sarah lit the stogie and inhaled deeply, relishing the taste that she had been denied for so long. As Leroy pushed and his helmet popped Darcy’s cherry, her squeal was followed by an inhalation of second hand cigar smoke as Sarah very seductively exhaled in her pained face. Feeling a strange rush of sexuality at this new situation, she systematically blew smoke from the cigar at Darcy, whilst Leroy drove deeper and deeper into her rectum. Her excitement increasing, Sarah reached down with her other, perfectly manicured hand, and started squeezing his already tortured balls in rhythm with Leroy’s thrusts. Fascinated by the scene unravelling in front of him, Winston lifted her gourds by the nipples and draped them over Darcy’s shoulders, as Leroy’s pounding reached critical, and Sarah’s exhaling and ball squeezing made her feel more and more excited.

As Leroy’s grunts announced the arrival of his orgasm, she squeezed her balls as hard as she could, took an almighty pull on the cigar, and surprised herself with an orgasm of her own as she blew the last lungful into Darcy’s face, noticing vaguely that her tortured expression had changed to pleasure, as Sarah’s nipples throbbed in time with her anus as they rested on Darcy’s dainty shoulders.

As her orgasm subsided, Sarah suddenly lost interest in the cigar, and extinguished it, thanking her Masters for their indulgence. Leaving Darcy to take stock of this, the next stage in her transformation, she decided to go to the pet store to pass the time until Noon.

The pet store door was open, and Sarah let herself in. Drawn magically to the tank in the centre, she looked longingly at the corn snakes of all colours and sizes that wrapped themselves leisurely around the branches and rocks that littered the large glass environment. She thought that some of them were appreciably larger than the ones she had previously entertained, and touched her throat in reflection. The bondage horse that sat in the centre, so obviously custom made to hold her limbs in the doggy position for long periods of time made her yearn to be strapped into it, and she reached for the door at the side, only to realise that it was locked-she could look at her reptilian lovers, but not touch. Frustrated beyond belief, she killed time checking out the other tanks. One contained a variety of small python that bore a striking similarity to the one taking shape on her right leg; others contained anonymous inmates who had not yet emerged into the artificial daylight.

On the other wall, tanks there contained some very scary looking giant beetles, centipedes, goliath snails and other assorted insect life, which he assumed were snake food. Through the back door, she entered the stable area, where the long faces of her “best men” looked over half doors inquisitively at their favourite bride, remembering her aroma fondly. As she looked through the last door into the ménage, and saw the familiar mating sling reassembled ready for use here, her heart skipped a beat as she remembered her honeymoon.

Lost in memories, she was shocked when she checked her watch and saw it was nearly noon

Hurrying out of the pet store as fast as her five inch heels would permit, her gourds dancing under her peignoir, she made the punishment room with moments to spare. Knocking and entering, Roger greeted her with a broad smile.

“Good morning, my slack breasted scat slut. How are you today?” he asked.

Hating his reminder of yesterday’s deed, but remembering her manners and that he had the key to the snake tank, she answered  “ Well thank you Master”

“ Excellent. Eric and Rufus are unavailable for a few days, so your gourd development has been left up to me. As you know, we are now on a tight schedule, so progress is vital. As I don’t have the upper body strength of the laundrymen, I have had to be inventive, but I think you’ll be impressed “ he teased

Approaching him when beckoned, she stood still as he lifted her pillowy gourds onto the breast cradle. “ Mmmm, they feel wonderful, slut- that medicine is some good shit” he enthused, as he laced first one then the other twelve inch cinche tightly around her breasts, constricting and stretching them, causing her giant nipples to become even more prominent.

“Before I decide exactly how to entertain you whilst we stretch them for a couple of hours, let’s take a short walk first?” he said, gesturing to the door.

Hating the loss of freedom that her loose gourds gave her under the peignoir, but still drawing comfort from the tightness of her breast bondage, she followed Roger to the ablution suite, where, with a sense of inevitability, she meekly allowed him to strap her head into the restraint below that hated steel seat.

As Roger dropped his pants and sat above her lovely face, she successfully fought the tears this time. If her Masters required this, she would have to do it, so she would try and make the best of it. As Roger’s sphincter came into view, her tongue reached out automatically to rim him, as she had been taught- but this time when it opened, she did not retreat. Sensing progress, Roger only teased her three times before pushing hard and delivering a long turd into her immaculately lipsticked mouth. Closing her eyes to shut out the vision, which still revolted her, she accepted the load until it rested on her tongue, which she used to protect the back of her throat. Controlling his delivery, Roger waited until she bit, chewed slowly, and then swallowed, before easing the next part of his load into her mouth. It took five individual segments, but Roger was patient this time, and eventually she swallowed the last of it down, albeit reluctantly. Impressed when she rimmed him clean afterwards without instruction, he realised how deep her original suggestive training under Complyormone was imbedded. She clearly had still hated what she had done, but had complied without fuss or incident, and had rewarded him intimately at the end. This was real progress.

As he dressed, and left her to finish every last trace in her mouth before unbuckling her, he told her as he released the rubber harness that, whilst she was still singularly unenthusiastic, her determination and obedience was merit worthy, and for that he would introduce a measure of pleasure into her gourd stretching session.

Amazingly, being praised at the end of such a trial became quite emotional for her, and she sobbed genuine thanks to her scat trainer as her released her, unreasonably thrilled to have pleased him. Then it hit her- that was why she had been ignored all morning-her Masters were offended at her lack of enthusiasm for this part of her training. Things that she had previously taken for granted had now become rewards to be earned in order to remind her of her place. She smiled as she realised that she had temporarily forgotten her status, and was happy that she had been reminded.

It was quite a happy and overly compliant Sarah that rejoined Roger in the punishment room. She betrayed no fear or emotion when what were obviously lifting eyes were attached to the cinches. Likewise, she was equally pragmatic when he had her hop into the dentist’s chair and, leaning it back, unlocked her pussy escutcheon. After opening the tap and emptying her into a flask, he gently eased her catheter out. Reaching for the medical cabinet, he produced a 4mm electrode, about a foot long, and eased it into her urethra, before holding it in place with an inflatable bladder. Into her anus he slid a four-inch wide steel butt plug, knowing that any smaller size would be in danger of escaping these days. Finally he attached a stick-on e-stim pad to her pubic area, right on the no-entry sign.

Happy with his work, he helped her to her feet, and led her to the electric winch station. Still meekly obeying her Master, Roger got the distinct impression that a major reshuffle had taken place inside that pretty bald head, as he attached the winch cable D-clips to her breast cinches.

“I am going to use your body weight to stretch you for two hours, slut. To make the stretch more urgent, I need you to thrash around a lot- so I will wire your pisshole and anus up to the e-stim machine. The TENS current from the pad on your pubis will travel to your urethra and anus through your clit, causing spasms that will not only make you thrash like a catfish on a pole, but also make you cum very powerfully. I know you don’t enjoy urethral sex, but when it is the conduit to extreme anal pleasure, I am sure you will make an exception.”

Nodding her understanding, Roger pressed the up button on the winch, and her gourds slowly hoisted the slut, first to tiptoe, and then into space. Feeling her meat stretch under the strain, she took deep breaths and relished the fact that she had earned this privilege through her own devotion. As she felt him attach the wires, and flick switches, and the first timed pulse coursed through her body, she howled with pleasure, almost oblivious to the fact that her thrashings threatened to rip her gourds from her chest. Roger felt rather smug that he was educating her urethra ready for Pedro’s needs without her even realising.

For the next two hours, she drifted in and out of consciousness as orgasm after orgasm

stormed through her body. Her ass clenched the four-inch wide electrode for all it was worth, her urethral spasms started to make the transition from pain to pleasure, and most of all, the feeling of utter sensuality that filled her chest overwhelmed her. As the mini orgasms in her stomach reminded her of the need to be stimulated there, she thought of her snakes, and of Brutus, and of the reason she was enjoying this experience at all-the scat in her belly, as another, new orgasm overwhelmed her. Her first scat induced one.

When Roger finally let her down, she was barely coherent, and seemed not even to notice when he removed her electrodes and re-catheterised her, locking the escutcheon as he finished. He fetched her a pitcher of juice, and cupped her bald head as she sipped, gradually returning to reality from the euphoria of visiting titworld, E-stim world, and scat realisation world simultaneously. When she was finally able to stand, he felt nothing but admiration for her, as she thanked him feebly, but from the bottom of her heart. Dismissing her, he told her the rest of the afternoon and evening was hers.

Back in her room, she dozed for a while, to regain her strength, and then realised she had something to do.

Knocking on the door of the tattoo room, she heard Master Ceebert beckon her in. Relieved that Paula was long gone, but still bitter that Ceebert, HER tattoo master, had been fucking her anus in this very room earlier, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her peignoir opening and spilling her cinched and very tortured gourds onto the floor before him.

“Master, please may I earn the right to have your cock in my throat?”

Although he had been forewarned of the plan, she took him by surprise with how quickly she had moved on.

“Sure Lil slut, if you’re ready” he replied comfortingly.

“ Yes Master, I understand now” she told him earnestly.

So for the second time that afternoon, she found herself being led to the ablution suite, and feeling her bald head strapped into the latex harness.

Hating himself for doing this to his favourite slut, but realising it was essential, he dropped his pants and sat on the steel seat, his black ass just above her now hungry mouth. At the sight of his anus, she felt a wave of purpose wash over her, and she knew she had turned a corner,

As her pierced tongue worked its magic on his asshole for the second time that day, he waited until she was in as far as her frenumless tongue would go before, hating himself for what he was about to do, he pushed hard and emptied his bowel at a controlled rate into her greedy mouth, pausing to let her chew and swallow before easing more log into her. With each mouthful, her focus grew. The act itself didn’t yet give her enjoyment, but it no longer revolted her. A warm feeling of servitude washed over her with each swallow, and as a result, the next swallow became easier. By the end she was consuming her Master’s waste as if it was the most natural thing in the world.   She had no finesse, and clearly still struggled with the taste of it, but she ate eagerly and soon had consumed the entire contents of his colon happily.

As she licked him clean, he made a decision- she hadn’t begged, or even asked for it specifically, but she had done very well in such a short time- he would fuck her expert throat vigorously –hell, people would pay a fortune for her attentions, she was that good; but he would make her feel she had barely earned it yet and needed to try harder. He unbuckled her pretty head and gestured to her to kneel in front of him, confirming that she had earned the right, although only just.

Tears of gratitude rolled down her cheeks as his cock brushed the implants at the back of her mouth before she effortlessly and greedily took his entire length in her throat and orgasmed on the spot, such was her need. She was sure that her throat need now eclipsed even her anal needs once she went without…or was that her imagination?

He stroked the tattoos on the top of her head lovingly as he enjoyed this new level of need in their scat slut.

She swore to try harder next time as he blew his precious load into her stomach. She would learn to love it-she knew that now…it would just take a little while. Maybe next time she should play with it a little before swallowing…would that be more respectful?

Back in the control room, Webmaster Jay watched the VOD readout on his dashboard. The ablution room watchers now outnumbered anything recorded on any other non-PPV camera yet. They had hit, for want of a better expression, pay dirt!

The order went out- no anal or throat penetration for Sarah without a scat session first until further notice (Brutus excepted)