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Sunlight filters through the slats in the wooden window shutters and lands directly across her lovely bruised breasts. The rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic, tiny flutters periodically ripple through the tit meat and her nipples remain hard.
Yesterday was everything he fantasized about. She is the best fucking pain slave this side of the Mississippi. He wants more and while she sleeps, adds several cards to the deck. Feeling a little bit generous, he locates an “orgasm” card and places it near the top. By now, she probably deserves another very spectacular “O”.
Unable to contain neither himself nor the reaction of his cock, he rolls her face down, spreads her legs wide, and slides the three-inch blades of the anal spreader inside her ass. Before she fully wakes, he turns the screws, slowly but steadily revealing her rectal cavity in all its glory.
At first, her moans are low, throaty, and convey sexual excitement as he plays with her ass, squeezes her butt cheeks, slaps her cunt, and pokes a finger in and out of her openings … she is an anal slut to be sure. Close to the three-inch mark, the spreading of her sphincter becomes uncomfortable, and at the four-inch mark, she screams and begs for him to stop. But he continues steadily turning the screw, steadily stretching her tiny opening, steadily spreading a paralyzing pain followed by a slow burning sensation with every turn of the screw.
Finally, she is at the five inch mark, gaping wide. He entertains thoughts of filling her with softballs just to see how many he can fit inside her rectum, but decides against it. He has other plans for her ass this morning. Leaving the anal spreader securely inside her, he shoves a medium-sized cock shaped dildo in her cunt. The pressure is overwhelming and with her full bladder, her whimpers are quickly becoming alarmingly loud, desperate, pleading, negotiating, anything to be allowed to pee.
Searching in his bag, he locates the three-layer slapper, his most powerful instrument of pain. Three layers of sturdy black leather combined with a wicked split tapered design makes this an easy-to-swing whip guaranteed to produce maximum pain with little effort. Aiming directly for her gaping rectum, he swings the slapper and lands three blades directly inside. The sting factor on her delicate anal tissue is so intense that it knocks the breath from her lungs before she can form a scream.
Her body twists and rolls with impressive determination, but her wrists and ankles hold her firmly in place. Another swing, another direct hit with four of the slapper blades crashing directly into her interior anal flesh. Another two swings and her hips dance the “I’ve got to pee!” jig. The next strike, even more painful than its predecessors, rips into her bowels leaving the tissue bruised and her bladder spraying urine like a geyser.
Disgusted but secretly happy, he wraps the sensory deprivation hood around her head, laces the back panel until it hugs her tightly, then leaves her face down on the bed, the anal spreader holding her exposed gaping ass five full inches wide.
He knows that sooner rather than later, she will beg to draw a card. He peeks at the next card in the deck and pleased with the selection, prepares for her next torture.
Within 30 minutes, she’s begging to draw a card. This next card is a very special card. His friend, Kurt, has two dogs, a pony, and a horse, and all love to breed with human females. Several weeks ago, he and Kurt wondered (over a bottle of moonshine) how many times the two dogs would take the initiative and fuck a female who was tied into the “dog fucker” position.
The two men discussed this card, how they want it to unfold, and got to work. They built a frame to support the middle of her body, her pelvic bone would hang off the back end with her knees bolted to the legs of the frame and holding them wide apart.
The middle would taper so her tits hang down on each side and connect to the milking machine. The machine is on a timer set to turn on every hour for twenty minutes. Her milk production will increase significantly with frequent high-powered milkings and while the slave is repeatedly dog-fucked. Orgasms significantly increase milk production so the more, the merrier.
The head-end of the frame will support her head but is low enough that she can easily suck any cock that wants to fuck her warm talented mouth. A heavy blanket will be strapped around her back to protect her skin from the dog’s claws. The video cameras are pointed directly at her side, back, and front. It will be entertaining to see her face as each dog ruthlessly fucks and then knots her. Dog food and water dishes are to be set to each side of her spread legs to lure the horny animals to her sex.
The group of men that will come to watch the dog-fucker in action have all wagered bets on how many total times will she be fucked, and how many times by each dog. Between the men, there’s several hundred dollars in the hat so far.
Who would you bet on? The rambunctious retriever puppy who has recklessly fucked two females, both very recently; or the two year old retriever who has fucked hundreds? And between the two dogs, how many total fucks would she endure in say an eight hour period?
Grinning ear to ear, he reads her the card. “Doggie gang-bang. We are going to teach you how to be a great dog-fucker which includes training both your cunt and ass to accept the knot every single time.”
The sharp intake of breath is her first response; then she violently shakes her head side-to-side communicating the universal “NO” signal. Even her eye brows are arched in alarm, but hidden under the mask. He does not take notice.
After two hours of enemas and a thorough cleaning of her body they are on their way to Kurt’s farm. Her hair and makeup are styled in the most ghastly of whore looks; sensual but slutty, wholesome but nasty. One glance at her and you know that she is dedicated to luring every single cock within range of her pheromones to rape or sodomize her; she likes it rough, she craves depravity, she needs pain, all as a catalyst to a much greater orgasmic explosion.
Thinking out loud while he drives, he adds, “We may have to fist your holes before the dogs have a go at you. By the way, there will be several people attending this event, some will stay the entire day, others will stay a few hours.”
Continuing, he emphasizes the next command. “When a male enters the room, you are to drop immediately onto all fours, raise your ass high, head down, and ask him to please fuck, whip, or use you anyway he wants. When one of the dogs enter the room, squat in the same position but right under his snout and let him sniff you.”
Digesting his commentary ignites both fear and excitement. Being fucked by man and beast, offering her body for each to exploit for his own personal fetish exposes many fantasies of hers, some more extreme in the pleasurable or painful areas.
Serving both man and dog, begging each to use her will add to her resume of skills as his whore, his pain-slut, his sex slave. She will also become a true dog-fucker and after a few more sessions like today, she will be very experienced and ready to move on to larger animals.
The entire room trickles to silence as the girl is lead into the arena. She is dressed in a dark blue glittering waist tight under-bust corset and black lined stockings. A catheter is taped to the outside of her hip where it will connect to a drainage bucket under the bench. He tightens the mask laces over her head leaving the mouth piece zipper wide open and eager to suck cocks.
The “fuck me” bench is setup in the center with the milking machine just underneath the tapered board. A thick padding of cushions cover the hard wood and feels nice against her soft skin as she lays face down.
The two men fasten her wrists, knees, ankles, waist to the bench and attach the teat cups to her nipples. Testing their device, they turn the milking machine on and smile as her udders are sucked to the tip of the bell-shaped cylinder then just as quickly, released, and then sucked to the tip again. The machine is set to twenty sucks per minute for twenty minutes every hour on the hour.
Everyone mills around her bound body, poking, prodding, whipping, squeezing, and otherwise torturing her. Her cunt leaks like a faucet and drips on the ground beneath her. A cow bell rings and everyone takes their seat around the girl.
Once again, silence ensues as the two retrievers enter and circle the girl’s body.
Licking their lips, four dogs dance and prance and sniff her body, poking their cold wet snouts in her holes prominently spread wide for easy access. The Siberian Husky takes the lead and mounts her without the slightest hesitation. The full length of his cock slams into her dripping cunt, bumps into her cervix and with each thrust, his balls pound into her extended clit.
His paws tightened around her mid-section and pull her hips backwards and onto his cock as he recklessly hammers into her. Desperate to breed, to claim his bitch, he speeds up the pace, ramming the stem of her cervix until it finally yields enough for a few inches of his red-hot tip to slip into the canal.
Before her eyes, pain explodes, stars burn her eyes; stars that individually shimmer then swell and form balls of bright white light just before the glow extinguishes. Betrayed by her pasty white skin, her face drains of blood as she screams repeatedly for help. Of course, no one is coming to her aid; all are here to enjoy the entertainment she and the dog are providing.
The dog pounds into her womb, forcing the cervix stem to spread and accommodate his unrelenting cock. He pounds with amazing fury until the knot slides past her cunt muscles and firmly embeds within her. And just in time. She feels his liquid manhood pouring into her womb, the volume of his spray so vast that it causes the compressed organ to noticeably swell. Finished with her, he turns completely around leaving them attached ass-to-ass. The husky tries to pull his knot from her cunt but she clenches her canal so tightly; holding onto his cock as though it is a life-sustaining part of her body; which in her case, probably is; she is such a cock-whore.
Had she not been fastened so securely to the bench, she would have followed him anywhere just to keep his cock in her cunt. Eventually it slips out and the dog refreshes himself with food and water and a nap. She, on the other hand, has more cocks to consume.
A raging inferno courses through her veins. Raw animal lust radiates from every pore. Her hips sway provocatively as doggie cum pours from her stretched cunt. The pup, ever so frisky and not very graceful, rams into her backside as if to knock her down. She is already in position but the pup cannot seem to get his cock into either opening.
He tries again and still unable to get his mark. His cock pushes out farther from its sheath and jabs wildly against her warm flesh, sliding up and down her sopping wet crack. She is as frustrated as he, but she is tied down and cannot assist him.
The animal backs away, struts around her body and growls with determination as he assesses her position. Dollops of drool spill to the floor and his eyes convey a seething sexual hunger. His body shudders with enormous strength and a strong desire to fuck this dog bitch. Pausing at her backside, he licks her cunt, tasting her juices mixed with the prior dog’s as they pour from her opening.
Lunging like a tiger capturing his prey, the force so strong that the bench she was tied to moves forward several inches, he finally hits the mark, although not what she wanted. He is buried almost to his balls inside her rectum. Her screams are unexpected and shrill, shrill enough to break glass at the violent intrusion. But the pain is quickly followed by a welcomed warmth that cascades through her lower belly.
Her saving grace is that the german shepherd yearling does not have enough experience and is in too much of a hurry to give her the painfully delightful ass-fucking she craves. Without even trying to embed his knot, he plunges several times and then sprays his cum into her rectum leaving her unsatisfied and frustrated.
The rambunctious pup is quickly replaced by the animal’s owner. He loves to fuck the bitch after his boys have finished. The warm thick slippery coating of doggie cum and the “plunger” sound her cunt and ass makes when he thrusts his cock in and out of her turns him on. And when he’s ready, he shoves his cock down her throat and fills her belly with his cum co-mingled with the dog’s.
After she cleaned the farmer’s cock, he checked the milking tubes and increased the suction several notches. He moves between her legs and slides four fingers into her cunt pointed like a cone. Drilling back and forth, he withdraws his hand completely, then clasps both hands together in the prayer formation.
With a well-aimed thrust, he shoves both hands into her cunt pushing until only his thumbs remain outside her body. Twisting and turning his arms, the eight fingers play havoc inside her tunnel. His index fingers stroke the full length of her cervix; his knuckles rub hard against her g-spot, and his thumbs, his magical thumbs torment her clit and then run up and down the underside of her cunt lips before returning to her clit.
He rams into her body and lurches her and the wooden structure forward, even the teat cups rattle and clink against each other and yet he continues to increase the pressure and frequency of the lunges into her body. The heat and friction builds at an astonishing rate, her cunt is literally on fire. Hot, molten juices spurt intermittently as his hands plunge and withdraw to the beat of her orgasms.
One exquisite orgasm follows another; each rolling through her with amazing power. She forgets to breathe, to blink, to swallow, nothing matters but this orgasmic array of pleasure, built up and long overdue and now unleashed.
And still he plunges and withdraws, pounding into her until she becomes numb, the trauma of that orgasm has had a devastating effect upon her. She cannot think, walk, speak, actually, she cannot function in any capacity. The men remove her from the bench and lay her in a bed of hay in a stall near their seats and let her rest for several hours.
While she sleeps, the men quiz the master on his deck of cards, his techniques to get her to comply, and basically, any advice he wanted to share with the group, all were eager to learn from him.
One of the men had a pony that he wanted to breed with a slave. The pony’s cock was 30 inches long and three inches in circumference when erect. The men install two support planks next to her dog-fucking station while the farmer fetches his pony from his farm next door.
The men look into the stall where the slut is soundly sleeping. Doggie cum still oozes from her cunt and ass only to hardened on her skin and the hay beneath her body. Two men gently lift her lifeless form and position her on the dog-fucking station again, strapping her down tightly. Her master lifts her chin and smacks her across the face to fully awaken her. He wants to savor every expression on her face as the pony fucks her.
Moving between her legs, her master liberally oils between her crack and inside both openings. She is sore from the dogs but yet, horny, aroused, wanting, needing, and craving cock. Her body moves in rhythm with his hands as he gently coats her flesh with the warming oil. He slowly finger fucks her cunt paying particular attention to her g-spot, rubbing gentle swirls around it and pressing into it before moving to her cervix. He tugs and pulls at the stem, swirls his fingers around it from beginning to end, only to press into the tip to encourage it to open.
After several minutes of pulling, twisting, and swirling around the tip of her cervix, the protective muscle finally yields to his index finger. He turns it back and forth, all the while, pressing upwards to reach her womb. Slowly, his finger creates a tunnel that he can thrust and withdraw his finger as he fucks her cervix, pressing upwards until he reaches the muscle to her womb. He is so close to breaching her womb, but he feels her contract and squeeze his finger, trying to push it out even as he presses onward.
His finger is completely inside her cervix, gently tapping away at the opening to her womb. Tapping as well as withdrawing and thrusting up and down through the stem, his finger works magic fucking her womanhood until it blossoms and allows him full access.
Oh yes, she is more than ready for the pony.
She is fully awake, startled by the face-slap followed by an erotic massage by her master. The oil has a slight musky scent, light and not overpowering. She is relaxed and her body surrenders to his touch. Even as he plunders through her cervix and his finger bursts into her womb, the pain brings her much-needed pleasure. Her belly is tightly cramped with the pain spreading up her spine yet small ripples of untold pleasure course through her veins.
Yet she wants more but is afraid to ask; she is so close to another epic explosion. But she remains silent not wanting to draw another card. Her belly quivers and hurts. Her stomach muscles tighten and her cunt muscles form a death grip on his wrist and hand hidden inside her body. She moans and then groans as he adds another finger and invades her cervix once again, this time dilating it twice the size.
Both fingers stretch the doughy stem of her cervix steadily tunneling up to her womanly center. The pain is unbelievable, the cramps are nearly paralyzing, and the pleasure, oh yes, the pleasure stems the tide of pain and acts as a catalyst to her next orgasm just a few more heartbeats away.
He withdraws from her body, leaving her unfulfilled, yearning, needy; almost desperate … she is consumed with lust. Had she not been secured to the dog-fucking bench, she would have lunged at the first cock she saw and consumed it hungrily.
However, her master has other plans as the clip-clop of hooves against the cement arena floor announces the arrival of the pony. She cannot turn her head not even side-to-side so she has no perception of the type of animal that is sniffing her crotch. It could be a horse, donkey, pony, bull, the list is endless when it comes to the depravity of these men.
The animal prepares to mount her first by rearing up and placing his front hooves on the plank on the sides of her bench. He edges his hind legs towards her cautiously, his cock bobbing and hanging heavily against his belly. He aims for the crack between her spread thighs and rubs the head of his cock up and down the secret crease, then presses inward seeking an opening for his cock.
Fully exposed and looking menacing, he stabs inward again, thrusting with emphasis, but the angle is off. Shifting his weight, he plunges forward again and this time, makes contact with her cunt partially submerging his cock inside. But his balance is off and as he readjusts his weight, his cock falls from her leaking cunt. Thrusting again, he not only makes contact, he slams into her cunt and is stopped by the end of her vaginal canal. Pushing forward in short jerky movements, he rams into her cervix attempting to fit his entire manhood inside her, but she is too small and he is way too large.
Accepting her shortcomings, the pony adjusts his weight again and begins to drill into her with amazing speed for the size of the animal. The flat head of his cock repeatedly bangs into her cervix, pounding it with his tip until finally the entire stem slides deep inside his pee slit. The animal jerks in shock or surprise but then resumes pounding into her; each thrust lifts her backside up off the bench by several inches.
The animal snorts and brays as drools of saliva drop heavily on her neck. His weight shifts from leg to leg and changes the angle of his plunges into her cunt yet his pee slit holds onto her cervix like a well-fitting glove. An electric charge surges throughout her body as she enjoys her first fucking of her cervix. It is indescribable the sensations ricocheting throughout her sex and deep into her womb. She pushes her hips back onto his cock even as he thrusts forward into her cunt, the tension, the buildup, the tremendous heat, and now small tremors then full-body shudders, all involuntarily as she rides this unique orgasmic thrill ride.
She has never had her cervix fucked…ever and now she knows what heaven must be like. She slams her cunt into his groin; he slams his groin into her cunt. They recklessly crash into each other; her cervix blocks his cum from escaping. As her orgasm takes flight, his balls contract and funnel seemingly gallons of semen through the opening in her cervix directly into her womb.
She screams, begs, cries, laughs, and screams again. She is not in the here and now, she is in that noteworthy place called the “sub-zone” where everything, every sensation, every touch are exponentially more potent, more toxic, more pleasurable at all the same time. There are no “surroundings” that she is aware of other than the internal orgasmic journey her body has embarked upon.
The wilding rampaging sensations, painful, pleasurable, stimulating, titillating, erotic, combined with this catastrophic orgasm has pretty much done her in. What is odd is that she still is unsure if she just fucked a horse, pony, donkey, bull; she has no idea and doesn’t think to inquire.
The animal is backed down the ramp and led to a nearby stall for a well-earned rest. She, on the other hand, remains strapped down to her fuck-me bench yet is still not aware of the here and now.
The glow of the sun seems suspended at the horizon; not high enough to send threads of light to illuminate the new day. Navigating the dark country roads in the ink-black night can be a challenge, yet he continues to glance briefly at her sleeping form in the back seat. Her performance and obedience exceeded his expectations. More importantly, she enjoyed all of it, fucking the animals, fucking the men, and willing accepted everything and anything they chose to do to or with her body, well, for the most part. She did pitch a fit when the pony was brought back to fuck her ass but in the end, she did as she was told and by all accounts, it was a very entertaining and erotic spectacle to watch first-hand.
Softly snoring, naked, and cuddled into a small ball, she probably has no idea that she is finished for the day or even that it is the next day. As many times as they hosed her down in between fucking and sucking both man and animals, she still smells bad. Her hair is clotted with dried semen, sweat, and straw from the barn. Most of her makeup has been washed off leaving mascara heavily smudged under her eyes and long dark streaks down both cheeks. Ruby-red lipstick is smeared around her mouth like a clown-face and she sleeps with her mouth poised in a perfect Oval shape, just the right opening for his cock to slip inside.
He marvels at her skills as his cock-hungry sex slave; they are outstanding. All totaled, she fucked and sucked six dogs, a pony, and fifteen men. The more she was fucked, the more she wanted. Her appetite for cock is insatiable and her need to be used has advanced to a basic requirement level of life, far greater than the need for food or even water.
When she moves even just a bit, she winces. The pain in her belly, tits, cunt, rectum, and jaw springs to life with a vengeance and threatens to awaken her from her exhaustion-fueled slumber. When she wakes later this morning, her body will be particularly sensitive, even painful as dark angry bruises become more prominent. She has deep scratches from the animals and he worries about infection setting in; he must protect his investment which means she will have to visit the doctor this afternoon.
Mulling over the day and evening, he has a lot to consider. One of the men, Troy, offered him an impressive amount of money to use her in the filming of a new internet series titled “It’s in the cards…”. Troy was so impressed that in a few hours, he created a storyboard that will play for the grand opening of the pay-per-view site. The first episode will be broadcast on the WWW free of charge. During that broadcast, he can solicit viewers to email suggestions for the cards. If his/her card is added to the deck, that person will be included in the video credits (if they want to be given credit).
The initial filming will take about five days but with the planned ongoing series, even if she did one card per day, it can take up to two days to film the activity and edit the video for publication. Another option is to stream live which means a pay-per-view setup where the audience can add additional caveats to the card.
The most recent card that sent her off to this marathon man/animal fuck-fest solidified his reputation in the S/M community as a slave trainer extraordinaire. It never occurred to him to have business cards and website created to showcase her talents through a pay-per-view site that also conveys his skills as a slave trainer.
At first, he thought NO was the best answer, but now, in light of the responses from the men, he can see that in addition to the revenue from her milk production, he can triple his profit by renting her talents to other masters and mistresses as well as daily live internet broadcasts with audience participation.
Yes, he has a lot to think about and much more to do to make it happen. And she needs additional training and possibly a few body modifications to increase her sex appeal. After pulling into his garage, he gently carries her to her bed and tucks her in. She is sleeping so deeply that she does not stir when he carries her to her bed.
Beams of light flicker intermittently illuminating the darken room. The video playing onscreen is gripping, hypnotic. All eyes are glued to the large HD screen, rarely blinking, needing to see every second of the footage. The visual feast is complimented by surround sound speakers broadcasting every detail with astounding clarity. You actually feel like you are there, in person, as events unfold. It is a voyeur's wet dream capturing the scene with extraordinary true-life imagery.
Leather crashes into the flesh of her buttocks and pauses briefly to allow the strap to penetrate deeper into the soft target. Agony-driven moans escape as desperation mounts.
A cane snaps just before it lands heavily on the pale landscape of her breasts, a narrow trench line of angry red left in its wake. Cries and screams are conveyed with full surround sound clarity as pain radiates in all directions. It is inescapable and her coping mechanisms are depleted when her limits are reached and then exceeded.
Pools of liquids collect on the surfaces beneath her and shimmer in the flood light centered on her body. Saliva and female juices co-mingle into small puddles and reflect her physiological and psychological reactions to each individual torture.
Whimpers as unfathomable ecstasy is within reach, quickly replaced with ear-piercing screams as her pace quickens and her race to the "end zone" begins. Physically contorted by involuntary convulsions and contractions, her body presents as an epic seizure of sorts.
Cocks swell, men are spellbound; heartbeats pounding heavily in their chests and breathing becomes alarmingly erratic as red-hot lust surges through their veins.
Silence fills the room as the video ends with two photos, front and back views of the girl frozen on screen. Splayed into a wide "X" between two large trees, she stands perched on six-inch black heels with white panties lowered to reveal her shaved cunt and pale white buttocks. Her body is positioned to be fucked, punished, enjoyed; she is a vessel for every man's darkest desires.
A thick abrasive rope binds her tits and forces them upwards over a large branch. A five-gallon bucket brimming with chunks of rocks hangs heavily on the other end of the rope that falls behind her back, dangling in mid-air between her spread thighs.
Her face is etched in pain, small mascara smudges accent her oval Irish-green eyes, her mouth is forced open with an O-ring, drool drips from her ruby-red lips, a few droplets glisten on her breasts. Her large fleshy tits are shaped into hard globes filled with trapped blood, both wrenched up and away from her chest cavity with the weight of the bucket of rocks.
The screen finally goes black leaving her image firmly entrenched in their minds-eye. Soft lightening slowly illuminates the darkness, the prolonged silence is interrupted by Troy clearing his throat.
“Gentlemen, I called this meeting today to give you a preview of a product that I believe will net us an incredibly filthy amount of money. I am creating an investment group to fund a pay-per-view website…”
Note: If you enjoyed this story, please check out the sequel titled, "A Star is Born" as our slave girl begins her international film career.
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