Meeting a Sadist

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fantasies! Bette Jene

Chapter 2

He is giving her body a respite, obviously, not a long pain-free respite with what he has planned for her next

treatment, but a respite nonetheless.

While she is unconscious, he spreads the soothing foam and thickly covers every gel-saturated area. To

demonstrate that he does indeed have a less than black heart, he coats the toothbrush with the antidote and drives

it inside her cunt, cervix, and the tunnel to her womb, easing her suffering a bit more. He never penetrated her

uterus; some things are best left to the doctor.

A whiff of smelling salts and she is startled awake, eyes blinking against the bright overhead lights, coughing with

the cock gag still firmly embedded in her mouth. After removing the gag, he kisses her, a passionate

knock-your-socks-off kiss, his tongue probes deeply into her throat, sliding along her gum lines, and tracing the

roof of her mouth.

A sensuously well-choreographed dance between his mouth and hers continues for several long lust-filled minutes.

Neither breaking contact even as salvia flows smoothly from his mouth to hers and vice versa. The kiss continues

and their joint desire builds to an amazing crescendo … her cunt warms and produces droplets of feminine juices;

his cock swells and drips pre-cum.

Several more minutes pass and still they are locked in that kiss; it transmits a million unspoken words between

their oral cavities and sensory receptors. She licks his tongue as it flicks in and out of her mouth like a lizard. She

circles it with her tongue hoping to hold it captive in her mouth.

You can see the words carved into her partially closed eyes, “she adores his tongue.” Her hips sway seductively in

search of a cock to fuck her. His hand presses into her breast and compresses the tissue between his fingers; he

loves it when she moans and grimaces. Squeezing tighter, his fingertips bury deep into the entire breast, bruising

her flesh and she pulls away from him.

She did the unthinkable. She broke the magic of that moment, that spectacular kiss, by pulling away. He

straightens up and glares at her in disbelief. After all she has been through, still she has not learned or accepted

that he owns her body and can do as he pleases. Her only choice is unconditional acceptance, and pulling away is

unacceptable behavior that must be dealt with.

There really is no way to avoid punishment. She violated a basic rule and knows better, or should. He steps

away from her and pours himself another two fingers of Jack. Sinking into the easy chair while closely observing

her, he racks his brain for an appropriate punishment.

This is the second time she has rebuffed him, apparently his prior punishment was not memorable enough to

ingrain that rule into her thick dumb head. He really does not enjoy punishing her, training is different than

punishment. Punishment is brutal and serves no purpose other than to get her attention. Training teaches her to

deal with pain on a highly sexually charged masochistic level.

Silently crying, her chest heaves from the dam about to burst. She knows what she did, but in her defense, it was

an involuntary movement. She had almost manipulated him into fucking her with the breathtaking kiss. He was

ready to mount her and she was more than ready for him to do so.

She has no idea how to recapture that moment of co-mingled passion. Her frustration increases as her hope to be

fucked is replaced with a somber, anticipatory expectation of imminent intense torture for her misstep.

Nothing has diminished her need for him to fuck her with ruthless abandon. She needs him to brutally pound

into her canal, cunt or ass or both, she doesn’t care. If only he would just fuck her and stop playing these foolish

control games.

The doctor arrives, a bit out of breath and apologetic for his lateness. He once was a premier plastic surgeon until

he lost his medical license many years ago. Now, he specializes in “off the record” exams, hormone therapy, and

body modifications for sex slave owners and in particular, the S/M group. He will mold your slave into anything

you want through untested surgical procedures, as long as the price is right.

Welcoming his old friend, the Master discusses her persistence in not yielding to him. He carefully outlined her

training so far, and was hoping for suggestions to encourage her to control her body even when molested or hurt.

Pouring some Jack for the doctor, the discussion carries on while she strains to hear.

The two men leave her alone in the sub-basement, naked, fastened to the gynecological chair, and whimpering as

bright overhead lights blur her vision. The doctor gave her several injections before they left and now the effects

are slowly unfolding inside her.

A flush of heat spreads through her and colors her skin a dark crimson red. She thinks she is having heat stroke; it

started slowly and progressed quickly.

A crawling sensation takes root just under the surface of her skin. Like a ferret burrowing between layers of bed

linens, it feels like something is tunneling between the thin layers of her tissue creating a collapsing tunnel in its

wake; the sensation occurring everywhere in her body.

The phenomenon is so dramatic that she is stunned when examining her arms. All the activity is under the

surface, not even a ripple can be seen. It is certainly not painful, but it is not pleasurable by any means.

Changes are also occurring in her bruised and battered tits. Thick white liquid oozes from her nipples, her breasts

feel especially heavy and are fuller than they were even after the two cups of saline he injected several days ago.

Resembling a tiny cock, her clit floods with fresh supply of oxygen-rich blood and quivers with excitement. She

clenches and unclenches her butt cheeks as her cunt and ass tremble and beg to be fucked.

Heavily panting sounds from her breathing is all that can be heard. A thin film of perspiration completely covers

her; even her hair is drenched from sweat. She is exhausted but unable to relax or even attempt sleep. There is so

much activity going on, almost like several Olympic games are being played out simultaneously inside her body.

Yet outwardly, she is the same. No movements, actually, she can’t really even feel her skin, can’t even sense it.

It’s like her skin is no longer a part of her. Really, nothing is a part of her. She is simply an empty vessel for her

sadistic Master to use as he plays out his fantasies and fetishes.

Pheromones of the highly oversexed female circulate throughout the sub-basement broadcasting that “a bitch is in

heat and ready to be bred.” Yet she suffers in silence. A painful, excruciating suffering silence while the two men

discuss her future sitting in front of a warm fire and sipping Jack.

The two men have made a decision on the appropriate punishment. She was, in her former life, a business owner,

socialite, and public figure. Those roles kept her in public view and fed her ego as she rubbed shoulders with the

rich and famous through the many organizations of which she was a member.

Public humiliation would go a long way towards her responding and behaving appropriately. A large animal

auction was being held the next day in a horse and cattle town that lay just beyond the outskirts of the city. And

as with all auctions, there is a “sample” room where potential buyers can inspect animals before bidding on them.

When it comes to high bred studs, the more semen they produce in conjunction with their ability to mount and

breed on command is an incredible selling point and a tremendous source of profit for the prospective buyer.

Obviously it is near impossible to find a mare in season when the stud needs to show-case his fucking skills, so a

stand-in is always welcome.

Sellers flock to the board that advertises female horse fuckers. Each seller needs to line one or two up for use

during the two-hour perspective buyer’s preview. An effective horse fucker can urge a horse to cum up to three, a

few gals even four times during the two hour period.

Since this would be her virgin voyage into the horse-fucking trade, he and the doctor decided not to charge the

seller for her fees. But before she can take a horse cock, her cunt and ass have to be stretched, and stretched fast

with only 16 hours before her services will be needed.

The two men head to the sub-basement and when they first opened the door, they are nearly knocked over as the

pungent smell of a woman ready to be fucked assails their nostrils. Her scent is light, almost sweet like a fine

sweet white wine. As the men navigate the steep staircase, their cocks respond to the aroma of her sexual

excitement that greets them as they near her body. Cocks swell beneath their robes and large pointy tents lead the

way as they walk towards her.

Master was hoping her first public display would be just that; a display of her tits three or four cup sizes larger

from lactating, and her breasts looking like authentic cow udders. Unfortunate, only colostrum dribbles from her

nipples.

But the stretching of her canals, that is the challenge. So little time and so much to do. The two men stand over

her, appraising her body and her mental state. Yes, the shots of high-dose hormones are working wonders. The

injection of a female version of Viagra has also taken affect as indicated by the flush skin tone, a thin layer of

perspiration coating her body, and a puddle of womanly juices beneath her buttocks.

She really is a mess as the doctor surveys her naked body. He pokes and prods then sticks his fingers inside her

openings and slaps her tits several times. She is indeed a prize, a pent-up sexual being needing release. Her skin

has a sunset reddish-golden hue to it, her complexion is free of any abnormality, not even a zit.

A thick mane of strawberry blond hair frames her face and falls to the back of her waist. The piercing emerald

green eyes provide insight into her soul. A spattering of faded freckles dot her face and belies her age; she could

pass for eighteen.

Her entire being oozes sensuality and her sex appeal is off the charts. He wonders if his friend would allow him to

fuck her before the horse? Shaking himself from his thoughts, he nods at her Master. It is time to prepare her

body for a horse’s cock.

Her body trembles as the two men approach. From the expressions on their faces, she knows that her

consequences will be brutal. They released her bindings and moved her to the bathroom where an A-shaped

wooden structure is

positioned near the large drain. They bent her at the waist and folded her body over the apex. Her butt cheeks

are prominently displayed with her legs spread wide and chained to her wrist restraints under the structure.

The doctor generously lubes her anal cavity and inserts a heavy stainless steel bullet-shaped enema nozzle with a

tapered base that rests just inside her opening. She knows better than to speak up; she knows that they are

determined to obliterate her last shred of dignity.

The two men alternated the administration of several enemas using the bullet nozzle then a colon tube for the last

few, and without anesthesia. The position of her body forced the enemas higher into her colon and beyond

making her belly swelled like she was nine months pregnant. Several of the solutions were so potent that she

vomited as violently as she expelled the liquid. The cramps wracking her body were excruciating and she was

helpless to stop anything.

The doctor used a hose sprayer to clean her after completing the last enema. The combination of very little sleep

and unspeakable cramps left her near collapse. However, their final mission before the horse auction still remains.

She is moved to a thin uncovered mattress in the corner of the basement, her wrists are secured to leather thigh

straps, her face turned sideways and flat on the bed. The doctor lubes a very small inflatable dildo and slips it into

her cunt. The dildo is warm from his hands and it feels good to have something inside. She loves that “full”

feeling. But when her Master slides the anal spreader into her back opening, she shudders recalling the last time

he used that terrible device.

And just like last time, the Siberian husky is brought downstairs and perches in front of her face with the red tip of

his cock peeking out from the sheath. He licks her face, smells her cunt, and whimpers for attention.

“Turn your face to his cock and open your mouth wide. I want you to give Khan your best blow job. Suck his

cock and make him cum in your mouth, and drink every drop. Until Khan cums, I am going to stretch your ass

wider and wider, one half inch every 60 seconds. It may be helpful for you to know that this anal spreader is for a

horse and expands up to 12 inches.”

She breathes deeply, holds it for a minute or two, and exhales slowly, perhaps to psych herself into not getting sick

doing what this sadistic bastard has ordered. He remains poised at the spreader while the doctor relaxes in an

overstuffed easy chair; both men sip another two fingers of Jack and glare at her.

“One minute. Half inch. Reach out for his cock with your tongue. You can move your head and scoot your

body.” She groans loudly as her sphincter is widened. Her need for this to end motivates her to move her head

between the dog’s legs. With her tongue stretched as far as possible, she finally reaches the glowing red tip.

Khan jumps at the sudden warmth licking his cock and then lies on his side with his cock resting on her face.

“Two minutes. Half inch.” She turns her head and with one big gulp, she sucks the tip into her mouth, clamping

tightly around it and drawing it slowly out of its protective sheath and into her throat.

“Three minutes. Half inch.” Repeatedly swallowing, she hopes the gulping sensations will encourage him to

cum. Moans escape even with her mouth full of dog cock, the stretching pain of her sphincter is intense. She

slurps loudly as she frantically sucks his cock.

“Four minutes. Half inch.” She hums a light tune hoping that the vibrations of her vocal chords will stimulate his

stem and excite him further. He begins to thrust into her mouth and she meets each thrust head-on, relaxing her

throat as he plunges and withdraws.

“Five minutes. Half inch.” The pain is nearly paralyzing as he turns the screws to widen the anal horse spreader.

Her concentration is interrupted repeatedly as he swings the leather strap across her wide-open backside. She

continues sucking this vile cock with even greater enthusiasm.

“Six minutes. Half inch.” Khan shifts to all four legs and straddles her head with his cock still buried in her

throat. He pumps her mouth in earnest, jack-hammering with incredible speed and force. His knot bangs against

her chin and lips as he tries to wedge it in her mouth. Her jaws ache from the expanding cock, her anal cavity

burns from being outrageously stretched, and her butt cheeks sting from the leather slapper.

“Seven minutes. Half inch.” A loud scream bursts from her throat. Both the anal spreader and the dogs

pounding into her throat are sending pain throughout her body. The dog is thrusting so fast and hard that she is

near the edge of the mattress. Fear grips her as Khan nearly succeeds in slamming his knot into her mouth, then

her jaw pops and her face goes numb.

The cycle continues. Master swings the leather clapper and lands hard blows across her backside pausing only to

tighten the screw on the anal spreader another half inch every minute. Khan thrusts violently into her mouth and

down her throat with his knot just outside her lips.

A near perfect storm brews inside her. Pain from the leather striking her butt cheeks burns into her flesh, her

sphincter tears with each expansion, her jaw feels dislocated from Khan’s pounding, and her breasts ache and feel

bloated and far heavier than even a few hours ago.

Finally, an immensely powerful spray initially lubes her throat then chokes her because she cannot swallow the

massive volume of dog cum filling her mouth. She coughs and sputters but the dog does not attempt to dislodge

his cock from her mouth.

She thrusts her head side to side to extricate his manhood from her mouth, but the animal is persistent and holds

steady for several long torturous minutes before reclaiming his cock.

Her lips, tongue, and throat are swollen and dotted with tinges of blue bruises from Khan’s enthusiastic thrusts.

Her jaw is sore, breathing labored, heart racing, cunt dripping, and ass in real pain as her Master removes the anal

spreader and restraints leaving her in a huddle on the edge of the mattress.

The doctor orders her back to the gyno chair where he straps her down for an examination. He sprays a soothing

gel and coats the inside of her mouth and throat. Relief is immediate and eases the pain from the damage caused

by Khan’s cock.

“I think after maybe half an hour rest, she will be ready to continue. I’m going to give her an injection to reduce

swelling, another to increase her sensitivity, and finally, a second injection of the hormone blend to keep her

aroused and speed her milk production.”

Her brain feels frozen, unable to process neither what the two men are talking about nor what they have planned.

She is beyond exhaustion and her coping mechanisms no longer exist.

The milking machine is wheeled over to her chair. The suctions cylinders suck half her tit inside and the tug and

pull begins. After thirty minutes, the tip of each breast is the perfect shape of a bell tipped with an engorged

rock-hard nipple that throbs and secretes drops of thin milky fluid.

The Master is impressed with her resilience; she was obviously spawned from hearty stock. It does not seem to

matter how much he dominates and humiliates her, the more brutal he is, she responds with her own unspoken

needs. She seems to take his blows in stride, even welcoming more pain when most slaves would be shattered by

what she has endured thus far. Instead, she is more aroused as if her pain is earned and reflected in her

magnificent erotic surrender to her own previously neglected desires.

There is an animal inside her, one that seeks primal release through her submission to him. Likewise, she has

awakened the wild and reckless animal in him giving him a heady feeling of raw power, raw fucking power over

her. Unfortunately, that power brings out the worst in him, freeing his dark side to prevail.

He wants to fuck her, fuck her so hard it makes his cock throb to think about what he wants to do to her. Even

asleep, makeup smeared, dried dog cum on her chin and chest, she is a beautiful creature. A wild tingling

sensation runs through his veins, an electric current that feeds directly to his cock. She is indeed, a temptress and

he is vulnerable to her feminine wiles.

There is a certain calmness about her as she wakes from her thirty-minute nap, almost like all is well with the

world, her world that is. Her eye lids flutter as the doctor’s injection takes effect. But reality sets in, and sets in

hard. Unable to move, her mind becomes paralyzed with fear of the unknown … unknown to her at least. But

along with fear, is anticipation, hope, her mind reaching for a safe place where she can hide the meager remains of

her life before she opened her hotel room to this sadistic man.

Her limbs fight for freedom and her brain floods with messages of impending doom, each felt with a horrible

clarity as her future flashes before her. But she cannot move, the straps hold her firmly to the gyno chair. Her

bones creak, muscles ache, yet she is fully aroused and engaged in a mental struggle with her addiction to cock and

the pleasure a hard cock provides. Searing heat runs through her veins, blood fills every organ in her body, and

her sex drips fresh juices signifying her need for sexual satisfaction.

The two men prepare her for the event, her body yields to them as they bathe and dry her hair, and dress her. She

is careful to apply her makeup thick and dark, very slutty but not detracting from her beauty, actually, just the

opposite.

She is even more beautiful than when he first took possession of her less than a week ago. The gold strands woven

into her strawberry hair shimmer and create a halo around her face. The dark brown eyeliner and thick mascara

enhance her jade green eyes, making them clearer, brighter and more oval shaped. The crimson red lipstick

covering her luscious lips screams “fuck me” to anyone who sees her captivating smile.

They drive for over an hour with her fastened securely in the back of the van. Her neck has a three-inch wide

collar with four D-rings, two rings are chained to the sides of the interior and hold her firmly upright. She

struggles to maintain her balance as the van navigates twisty windy roads. Bumps sprout up on her flesh as the

cool evening breeze from the opened front windows caress her nearly naked body.

The corset was laced tightly by the doctor and compresses her chest making it difficult to completely fill her lungs

with oxygen. As uncomfortable as the corset is, it does help support the weight of her tits. They are fully

engorged with constant droplets of the thin milky mixture escaping.

The two men lift her from the van, each holding the chain on either side of her neck and pulling her behind and

between them as they enter the large facility. The arena is brightly lit and alive with activities. Various scents of

foods and spices

assault her nostrils and remind her how hungry she is. The men hold her head firmly locked to limit her vision to

the back of their heads.

Men of all ages, and women too, notice the petite red head as she is towed behind the two men into the Buyers

Preview arena. Large animals of all types fill the stalls and kneeling next to each is a naked slave, silently waiting.

Animals react strongly as she passes. Her pheromones heavily influence the behavior of the studs as they inhale

her scent and then whine and stomp in anticipation of mating.

She is frightened, no, it is terror that threatens to suffocate her but not enough to drown out the screaming in her

head for a fix. Her intoxication to cocks simmers and blossoms as they parade through the narrow walkways until

she is finally pulled into a stall with a magnificent white stallion.

He is a proud and stately animal, tall, high-spirited, and boldly seeks out the alluring female who just entered his

space. The horse nuzzles between her thighs, drinking her scent and feasting on the liquid womanhood coating

her thighs.

They begin a dance, a mating dance, whereas he seeks her out and she toys with his advances, teasing him, luring

him into her feminine web where the promise of pleasure for both will be fulfilled. She skirts the walls of the stall,

the horse following her every move, nudging her into a corner where he can molest her.

His teeth gently nip at her butt cheeks, his head and shoulders force her down on all fours. He turns full circle

until the sheath protecting his cock is just in front of her lips. Her warm breath alone excites the stud and his cock

begins to extend and expand. Her desperation is clearly evident as she hungrily laps at this mammoth cock

slapping against her face.

Her lips seem to part of their own volition but not nearly enough to fit the tip of his manhood. Now a three-foot

long by six inches around, the extension of the horse’s body bobs and bounces in expectation. The sheer weight is

beyond defining and she knows it will never fit inside her body anywhere, but she wants it, needs it, and is

determined to do whatever is needed to fuck that cock for her pleasure.

Remembering her earlier instruction, she pokes her tongue out and licks the cock as it moves in front of her face.

Reaching and finally able to grasp it, she eagerly licks the full length of it, starting at the tip and licking to the base,

then gently sucking his heavily hung balls and rolling them between her lips.

The dance continues as the horse snuggles her neck and nips at her breasts. He stomps his hoofs and thrusts his

hips forward into her face, but still, his cock is not buried inside a warm hole. He neighs and whines in

frustration, his need to mate taking precedence, his pursuit for a welcoming cunt is relentless.

Crawling under his belly, she lifts the cock to her lips and licks the tip like a popsicle, slowly, sensuously, but the

stud is too excited and his need to thrust inside any warm moist opening becomes an obsession. Stretching her

jaw to the maximum, she is able to fit the very tip, the crown of his cock into her mouth but sucking is impossible,

he will not hold still.

She embeds her tongue inside the crevice urging him onward to a journey of mutual ecstasy. Her tongue is fully

buried inside his cock and as she fucks his slit, she also blocks his pre-cum from releasing. Fluid builds in the

massive cock making the animal reckless as he attempts to extricate his cock but she holds her tongue buried at

least two inches inside the massive stem.

The pressure of his release makes the animal thrust more violently yet she continues to keep her tongue wedged

inside his cock. She clutches his stem with both hands and forces her tongue deeper. With his fluids held hostage

by this vixen’s tongue, his frustration mounts and the pressure of his eruption becomes unmanageable.

His cock shudders, yet she tortures the stud, fully blocking his explosion of sperm. The animal thrusts violently

but cannot shake her resolve to torment him. His heavy balls slap against her chin and rest on her chest exciting

the horse even more.

The mating dance continues her seemingly in control of his manhood. But the animal’s primal instinct takes over.

He lunges and raises up on his hind legs, resting his forelegs on the rungs of the gate. The sudden repositioning of

his body slams her into the metal stall gate where she loses her balance frees his manhood from her mouth.

Fluids fly from his cock with the force of a fire hose showering her and his stall, and projecting into the narrow

walkways outside the gate. A crowd had gathered to watch the mating dance between the whore and the horse

and they too are sprayed with his cum.

But she is left unsatisfied and desperate. In frustration, she grasps the softening cock and bends over to slip it into

her cunt. Still too large for her opening but she no longer cares about being stretched and torn open. She needs

penetration and attacks the horse’s cock, tugging and pulling it as she attempts to fit it inside her broiling cunt.

Even soft, the cock will not fit so she wedges her body so that the cock is a rigid pole and she fucks the entire length

of his stem, sliding her cunt back and forth.

Short panting breaths flair from her nostrils, drool runs down her chin and coats her chest, and her feminine juices

soak her thighs. The friction builds, her clit swells, her eyes turn glassy and unresponsive as her long-awaited

orgasm takes flight.

The room spins. Her legs give out. Yet she maintains her death grip on the animals cock. She screams, a long

pitiful wail as her pleasure shakes her core and her womanly juices spray almost as far as the stud’s sperm when he

was finally able to unlock her tongue from his slit.

The large crowd outside the stall applauds the spectacle of the woman and animal. She slips to the floor and curls

into fetal position, drained from her orgasmic adventure. She is unsure if she will ever recover from that orgasm.

It blew through her like a tornado blows through anything in its path, leaving destruction, her mental destruction

as it finally dawns on her that she is nothing but a horse fucker.

Nearly falling asleep at the hooves of the white stallion, she is jarred by a violent surge of electricity firing into her

butt cheeks. Her body rolls and shakes like an epileptic seizure, drool runs out the side of her swollen lips, her

eyes roll back into her head, and she screams, a scream borne of unspoken pain that is now her world.

A world where her existence is either pain or pleasure driven, nothing in between, no mid-point where all is right

with the world even for a single moment in time. No, her world is one of extremes, extreme pain, extreme

pleasure, both equally debilitating and yet in some aspects, equally rejuvenating.

Her Master jabs the cattle prod into her left breast. She is now absolutely positive that this sadist is going to end

her life. End it before she has even begun to fully live it.

As the fog clears, she hears her Master speaking to her, but his voice has a terrible echo quality and the background

noise from surrounding activities seems especially loud. Finally able to discern his words, she sucks in a deep

breath of air, exhales slowly, and moves towards the stallion.

She positions her body to his side, angling her head so that it is cock-level. Semi-hard, she brings the tip to her lips

and begins an erotic tongue dance with this amazing cock. Racing around and around the tip, her tongue swoops

inside his pee slit and continues to spin circles while pressing deeper. Slurping, she closes her lips around the tip,

creates a vacuum, and sucks his horse cock like you would a straw, pulling his pre-cum up the long stem then

blocking its escape with her tongue.

The animal rears upward, standing straight up on his hind legs and planting his fore legs on the metal stall gate

with a heavy thud. He wields his cock like a knight wields his spear, piercing the air in search of a cunt to fuck.

She bends the

massive cock and pulls it to the side just under his belly. Licking the tip again, she lavishly coats it with a mixture

of her spit and his jetting pre-cum.

He thrusts forward even though she is kneeling beside him, hard and fast lunges as he fucks air. Carefully, she

crawls underneath him, arches her back until her body molds against his chest and presents her cunt to his

floundering cock.

In only a few seconds, his cock finds her leaky cunt and pushes forward to penetrate her, but he misses. On the

second attempt he nearly slips inside her gaping ass hole but she lurches upward quickly enough to avoid being

impaled by his long stem.

Rearing up on his hind legs, he again screams in frustration at not being able to penetrate her. Unwilling to give

up, the horse repositions and dips lower until his cock is perfectly placed to violate her cunt. He thrusts forward

with such force that he not only penetrates and tears her cunt apart, but also throws her into the metal fence where

her head is now stuck between two rungs.

Spectators laugh at her misfortune, she in turn yells for help as the stallion pummels her cunt, bruising her cervix,

and splitting her body in half. This animal was born to fuck. Only the first six inches of his three-foot cock fits in

her cunt, but oh what a glorious six inches.

The slit at the tip of his cock dilates and her cervix slides inside the mammoth pee hole. The connection is intense

at first for both of them, him because his stem is blocked by the spongy opening to her uterus, her because his slit

squeezes her cervix and tugs and pulls it with every thrust.

He fucks her cervix like a madman. Her hips sway and push onto the cock as heat in her belly builds. The horse

backs away but her cunt closes tightly around his cock and refuses to let it escape. He is wild with lust and

trapped juices swell in the stem.

Her cervix acts like a rock blocking the volcanic explosion from release and driving the horse wild. He nips at her

neck, slobbers in her hair, his teeth bared, all the while thrusting harder and faster, banging her shoulders into the

metal gate and lifting her lower body up off the floor.

A thin stream of breast milk squirts from her tits onto the barn floor, horse juices and her own seep from her stuffed

cunt and run down her legs. Neither animal nor horse-fucker can stop the inevitable; their joint orgasms collide

like two freight trains in a head-on collision. Both are screeching at top volume. Both are dancing the dance of

orgasmic bliss. Neither is aware of the large group watching this extraordinary fuck-fest.

Her cervix dilates enough to channel his semen directly into her womb. Her belly extends like a large enema only

it is horse cum filling her womb.

After several long orgasmic minutes, both horse and horse-fucker break apart, her stuck to the gate, him moving to

the back of his stall to recover as the audience enthusiastically applauds and cheers the unholy mating.

The men closest to the gate help free the horse-fucker’s neck. Then the cattle prod to her butt cheeks and she is

back working the stallions cock.

After two hours, the horse cums four times, and the horse-fucker is carried from the stall and secured in the back of

the van for the long drive back to his dungeon.

He carries her to his bedroom, a place he has never allowed a woman. They remained in his dungeon until their

owners arrived. But this enchantress, something about her brings out the “protector” side of him, an emotion he

has never experienced.

He unlaces her corset and eases her limp body into the warm soothing waters of his luxury whirlpool bath. He

drops the scented discs into the aroma therapy slots, strips, and steps into the tub. Moving behind her and

stretching his long legs, he pulls her between his thighs, her back resting on his chest. Thick wet strands of her

reddish-gold hair tickle his chest.

Jets of steamy water swirl around and on her body, lightly performing an erotic dance on her skin, easing the

tension from her limbs. He strokes her breasts, her lusciously delicious breasts, circling her nipples, slipping down

to her belly button and then back to her breasts. Undeterred, his fingertips continue to lightly caress her torso,

then begin a leisurely but insistent tap-dance on her clit, still swollen and extremely sensitive.

Her moans alone are enough to stir his manhood to attention, throbbing with a life of its own against her back,

hardening and lengthening and pressing into her warm soft flesh. An irresistible urge to kiss her voluptuous lips,

not just kiss, but make love to her mouth with his mouth overwhelms him.

Tilting her face upwards, his lips lock onto hers, creating a seal that unites the two lovers. Her hands remain at

her side while his continue their exploratory voyage of her body with the touch of a lover, not a Master or Sadist.

A lover’s touch, his touch, yet an alien emotion and one that confuses him and makes him question his purpose for

her.

No. She is his pleasure slave. She is what he has always wanted. A beautiful and sexually oriented slave that

does nothing but stand ready to serve his needs, fulfill his desires, and of course satisfy his darker side, his sadistic

fetishes.

But yet, here they are, locked in a kiss so passionate that even an orgasm cannot compare to the lusty probing of

each other’s tongues. Her sensual allure clouds his judgment and their tongues continue a tango of sorts, locking

and spinning around each other’s, probing deeply into the other’s oral cavity, exploring every single nook and

cranny in their each other’s mouth.

The swirling waters, the invigorating peppermint aroma, the steamy smell of arousal, both Master and slave are

drowning in passion, not a painful torturous arousal, but a lust for their lover, their soul mate. He twists her so

that her body is fully on top of his, her breasts pressed against his chest, their lips still locked tight in a vacuum of

passion that neither wants to end.

His hands slide down her backside and grasp her butt cheeks and kneads them, slowly, tenderly, sensuously,

kneading them with his incredibly strong fingers. He pulls her up higher on his chest until his cock is level with

her cunt. Yes, his lover’s cunt, so warm and moist and inviting.

She lifts her hips just a little until the tip of his cock rests against her opening. Swishing with the water, she teases

his cock … tempting it with her tight cunt, rubbing her swollen clit against his stem, everything but allowing him

penetration.

His cock bobs in the tumultuous waters in search of her cunt but she cleverly moves in such a way that only his tip

touches her womanly areas and then slips away. Desire for release, exasperation at not getting what he wants,

anger at these new emotions that threaten to overtake him, he mentally tells himself to break the kiss. The longer

it goes on, the more smitten he will become. And that is contrary to her purpose, her reason for being, and in

opposition with what he wants and needs her to be.

Rage bubbles up within him. She is teasing him, leading him on, she is a cock-teaser and no one, no woman that

is, is allowed to tease him. No woman. Especially not this temptress.

He grabs her head and pushes her into the tumbling waters. She coughs and sputters and her body shakes

violently as water fills her nose and mouth and her air supply dwindles. He pulls her head above the water,

grabbing a clump of her hair and pulling her up to his lips. He bites her lower lip, and then shoves her back under

the water.

Her hands flair and grab at him. Her fingernails scratch his arms as she struggles to get air into her lungs. But he

holds tight for another few seconds and then yanks her up from the water.

Sucking as much air as she can as quickly as she can, he submerges her once again. Her screams create bubbles in

the water. He pins her legs down under his. She struggles more violently and he holds fast and counts to ten

before releasing her.

She is in shock. She cannot reconcile the man from a few moments before with the monster with whom she now

fights for her life. He pulls her face to his and licks her eyes lids while his other hand smashes into her breast from

the side. The heated water makes it sting more so than if she were dry and she screams but the water carries her

cries away unheard.

Her struggles for air coupled with her hunger for his cock are insurmountable feats for her exhausted and battered

mind and body. She falls limp, giving in to whatever it is that he wants from her. Anything. Just give her the

gift of life and a stiff cock.

He pulls her limp body up to him again and locks his lips onto hers and plants another long, excruciatingly erotic

tongue-swapping, lip smacking kiss. She breaks away breathless and more determined than ever to mount his

cock.

His arousal is almost painful and his ability to resist her feminine wiles is near the breaking point. She lifts her

hips and slides his cock inside her warm slick cavity with ease. With his cock inside her cocoon of hot swollen

flesh, he almost loses it on initial penetration.

Anger once again bubbles up within him. Anger because she has this effect on him and that his cock has a mind of

its own when it comes to her. Or maybe it is his heart that is weak in her presence. He furiously thrusts upwards

into her enticing cunt, reaming her hard, stabbing her cervix repeatedly. But after only a few savage lunges, he

cock explodes and sprays volumes of cum into her delightfully hot and excruciatingly tight cunt.

She too, explodes and rides the bursts of ecstasy as waves of water cascades over their bodies. Neither can stop

the eruption of pleasure and both are on solo missions of extracting maximum pleasure until their senses are on

overload and they break apart.

Overwhelmed with love for this vixen, he locks his lips over hers; his cock softens yet stays firmly implanted inside

her welcoming cunt. He plants small kisses all over her face and down her neck. Lifting her upwards, his kisses

continue and coat her breasts and farther down her belly to that enticing V between her thighs.

She is nearly kneeling above his face as his lips and tongue seek out the mixture of her womanly juices and his

semen. He laps their co-mingled fluids like a man deprived of food and water; his hunger for her is nearly

insatiable. Licking and lapping at her cunt, he forces another orgasm from her, his mouth opened to receive her

juices as her orgasm squirts violently from her body.

He pulls her back down to him, chest to chest, the warm water flowing over, under, and between their bodies.

The words just fall from his lips and he is shocked to hear his voice say them.

“I love you, slut. You are mine forever.”

With an uncharacteristic tenderness, he dabs the droplets of water from her soft skin, wraps her into the towel, and

carries her to his bed. Using the doctor’s special blend of hormone-laced exotic skin concoction, he massages the

fragrant gel into her battered and well-used body. He takes note of a single freckle between her breasts, and her

bruises and welts. A smile parts his lips, his tongue flickers in and out as his hands explore every voluptuous

curve of her body, gliding ever so lightly above the surface of her flesh.

She is a goddess, a sacred specimen of womanhood with a sweetness and vulnerability etched into her facial

expressions and temperament. Even her sighs are endearing in response to him pressing the oils into her pores

and soothing her exhausted muscles.

Tapping the inside of her legs, she automatically processes it as his unspoken command to spread her thighs wide.

The closed V at the apex of her pelvic bone widens and she slowly reveals her secret womanly area to the man

between her legs.

Lust and a bit of orneriness consume him. His hands are hot against her cool flesh. Another sigh bubbles up

from her chest. Drizzling oil at the crest of her crack, he watches in fascination as each droplet makes its way

between her clenched ass cheeks and rolls into her crack then lands onto the linens beneath.

A soft snore escapes followed by a deep sigh of resignation as her fatigued mind embraces sleep. Both his hands

are covered in the thick oil and they spin little circles on her butt cheeks and dip between her crack to seek out her

back passage. Swirls focus on her opening, coaxing it, urging it, and eventually, her sphincter relaxes and yields to

his imploring hands.

Scooping another handful of the special oils, he pries her opening until his fist breaks past the taunt muscle and

pauses just inside her canal. Opening his fingers and releasing the oils, his entire hand begins a slow dance inside

her body. Sliding up then down her rectal walls, sea-sawing back and forth only to withdraw and thrust again.

His movements are executed in a sensual harmony synchronized to warm the hormone-laced gel and expedite

absorption. The walls of her ass are spongy and vigorously soak the nutrients from the gel.

His hand, wrist, and forearm perform a relentless dance to coat and massage her anal cavity, one hand at first, then

his other hand slides through her narrow opening. Fingers in the tented prayer position, they glide in and out of

her body, and then twist back and forth. A sexual hum vibrates from her vocal chords as pleasure threads its way

through her sensory receptors.

Pausing at the opening muscle to her colon, his fingers perform a light tap dance on the opening, persistent tapping

followed by erotic circles until it too allows passage.

Is she awake or semi-conscience? It doesn’t matter, her brain is only able to process the erotic sensations centered

in her rectum. Her hips lift and sway and thrust into his arms. He wiggles his fingers deep inside her cavity until

only his elbows are visible and her belly twitches.

His focus is clear. His goal well defined. He has to go deeper. He must reach her essence; that bewitching

sensuality that draws his heart explicably closer to hers. It must be destroyed or it will destroy him. His source

of income and reputation as a “slave trainer/tamer” will be in ruins because of this vixen.

Two fingers breach her colon and curl inside the compressed organ. Her body lurches forward but she cannot

seem to eject the source of her pain. The throbbing holds firm, then spreads to her core where it intensifies.

Screams, wild screams spout from her mouth followed by a stream of spittle.

Impressively large drops of tears quickly stream down her cheeks and drip onto the bed. Her lungs stop sucking

air and instead, deflate completely. Without thinking, her body claws its way forward to separate from the

invasion of her intestines.

Fully prepared to thwart her escape, he wraps his legs around hers. Completely immobilized, she claws the bed

like a praying mantis, her forearms raised and reaching for something to grip for leverage. The silk bed linens

make is so easy for him to pull her back to him, and he does so shoving his arm deeper in her colon. Cramps and

unimaginable pain rips through her body. Fire sears through her lower GI tract.

Her screams do not seem to convey the agony beseeching her body. His relentless pursuit of that secret core of

charisma that threatens to destroy him remains just that, secret, elusive, yet in full control over his heart, his

emotions.

Twisting, turning, any movement at all seems to intensify the explosive pain in her belly. Threading deeper nearly

at her core, his fingers scrape and tickle her colon sending it into spasms. The sensations of pain are riveting and

flow in a complex pattern through her lust-fueled haze.

His hands and arms are soaked in her secretions and slip easily in and out of her cavity. Changing positions, he

slips one fist in her cunt with the other remaining in her colon. The cunt fist is wadded tightly and rotates such

that his knuckles stroke her g-spot.

A heady feeling of pending pleasure teases her mind as she grapples with the contrary movements of his fists.

One fist thrusts up into her cavity while the other withdraws, each movement pulls her internal organs outward

then pushes them back inward. He builds a spectacular rhythm and increases the speed of the opposing thrusts

and withdrawals.

She bends her neck almost touching her chest as her entire body sways and swaggers. A volcanic explosion nears

and her movements become reckless as she further impales her body on his arms. Her hips snake and rotate on

his fists. And as her orgasm takes flight, the impact of pleasure is so sudden and exceptionally powerful that she

loses all control, gasping for air, squeezing tears from her tightly shut eyes, her entire body opens to him.

When he finally pulls his fist from her cunt, a pressurized spray of womanly juices fly from her cunt with amazing

energy; her liquid drenches him, the bed linens, and still the combined anal and g-spot orgasm burns brightly with

no end in sight.

She is on the downhill stretch of a roller coaster, the wind caresses her skin and cools the heat; her face is frozen in a

semi-pained semi-pleasured expression. Struggling to remember to breathe, her lungs gulp air as fast as it expels

it as the ride of her life comes to a close.

He stares at the crumpled heap that lies before him. Curled tightly into fetal position, small spasms shake her

body, her breasts seep milk, and saliva droops from her parted lips. She is in a trance of sorts and unable to

recover from the devastating orgasm. Soft moans express themselves with the exhaling of her every breath. The

rise and fall of her chest is still quite rapid. A thin sheen of sweat coats her body and shimmers against the bright

overhead lights.

She is completely unresponsive, her body limp, her eyes clouded and unseeing. He lifts her and once again carries

her to his bedroom and runs her bath water. Deciding not to get in with her, he takes a stiff bristle brush, lathers it

with

orange-ginger spice soap, and gives her an old fashioned slave bath. Even the tough bristles scratching into her

flesh draws no response. If he let her arm go, she would in all likelihood, sink into the water and drown.

Once again, his heart tightens inside his chest. The need to protect her washes over him. He struggles to stay on

task with the scrub brush by scraping her skin harder. Pulling her forward, he scrubs her back, turning her to her

side, her butt cheeks, pressing the brush into her rectum to drain any residual cum. And still, no response or

reaction from her.

Lifting her gently from the water, he sits her on the stool and dabs the water droplets from her skin. She falls

forward into his chest and he holds her, holds her so tight she struggles to breathe, but his grip is firm, crushing her

into his rock-hard body. Carefully, he lays her in his bed, covers her body, and heads downstairs for a stiff drink.

Watching the flames from the fire dance about the room, he sits quietly sipping three fingers of Jack. The

emotional turmoil is getting to him. One part of him wants to marry her; another wants to beat her within an inch

of her life just to prove to himself that he owns her; she is simply property, his property.

The phone ringing jars him out of his dark sadistic thoughts. The doctor will be by in about an hour or so. He

takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Yes, the doctor. She needs some modifications if she is to be his slave.

He has to mark her body permanently. That will, at least he hopes, alleviate this foolish reaction his heart has to

her.

Oh yes, the doctor. He is a very talented surgeon and especially gifted in hurting women internally without

causing permanent damage. Maybe he should turn her over to the doctor for a month or two, give him some time

away from her.

The doctor arrives and can readily tell that something was not right with his friend. After a few fingers of Jack, the

Master discusses the modifications he would like to have done on his personal slave. Sensing there was more to

the story, the doctor probes into the thoughts that are haunting his friend.

Oh yes, a suitable solution would be to turn the slave over to the doctor for several weeks so that he can perform

the modifications and give him time away from her; time that he needs to protect his heart and focus on his

neglected business of slave training.

The doctor is a physician and a sadist. He gets off on total power over his slaves and establishing his dominance

right from the start. And yes, that means causing her pain.

Her master packed her naked to the doctor’s trunk. It was so sudden and her confusion and fear mounts

surrounded by darkness. The minute they arrived at the home, the doctor systematically takes over her. He

bends her over the table in the entry hall, and whips her with his belt, making her count every strike, stopping at

25. Her ass cheeks are blazing red and the table is soaked with her tears.

Oh, but this is just the beginning. He pushes her raw and bruised butt down to straddle a wooden chair. The

chair has a large hole in the center of the seat. He lifts her tits over the back and binds her torso, tits, wrists, and

ankles to the chair’s frame.

Both globes, hard from the tight bindings, are perfect targets. He snaps the leather clapper directly across the top

and watches as her tit flesh shudders. Yes, another 25 on the top, underneath, and all sides of her tits. They have

only been together for less than an hour and she is already wearing his marks.

Wrapping his belt around her throat, he bends her over the bed and dry-fucks her ass. He loves the feel of heat

from her battered butt cheeks, the tightness of her ass before he starts stretching it out of shape. He uses the belt

around her throat to pull her onto his cock and when he comes, he feeds her his condom to ensure that she drinks

every drop of his juices.

Anything that comes out of his cock must go into her body.

Walking her into the bathtub, he has her kneel inside the tub, bending over the side with her face pressed into the

cold bathroom floor. He pushes her forward so that her ass is raised up over the bathtub side.

Her ass is completely available to him. Using surgical gloves, he soaks his hand with Casteel soap, slides his

fingers into her canal and heavily coats her tissue. Prying her sphincter apart, he slides the three-inch blades of the

anal spreader until they are seated snugly. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he turns the screw and her anal cavity

begins to flower then stretch.

He wants it wider, now two inches, her rectum clenches to close but is held firmly open. Another inch, her flesh is

strained and her moans are more pronounced. He is beginning to see inside her. Working to four inches, she

squirms and groans as the pain paralyzes her.

Satisfied for now, he attaches the long enema tube and sprays her rectum, soapy foam oozes from her ass like lava

from a volcano. Pushing the enema tube until he feels resistance, he releases a direct stream on the muscles

protecting her intestinal tract. The warmth and pressure of the water soon relaxes the muscle and water drains

freely into her colon.

He continues to fill her until it reaches the top of the spreader, and leaves the hose filling her in that position for

about ten minutes. Closing the spreader, he allows her to sit on the commode and expel while she sucks and licks

his balls and he plays with her nipples.

He loves performing surgery on unwilling victims, especially his type of surgery where he uses very little (if any)

anesthesia.

The doctor was hired by her master to increase her milk production to at least two gallons a day. Her master also

wants her tits enlarged to EE cup size and reshaped into authentic cow udders; her nipples elongated about two

inches minimum and thick; her clit enlarged to poke out like a small stiff cock with her cunt lips fleshier, thicker;

and her mouth reshaped into a perfect cock-sucking oval.

He could surgically do these procedures but it is best for her to suffer non-stop agony from the stretching and

injections and reshaping. It does take time, usually six to eight weeks.

Leading her to his gyno chair, he fastens her tightly, arms, legs, head, chest, and abdomen. She is locked into the

chair where she will spend most of her time the next two months. He binds the base of each breast with a rubber

strip that lab techs use when drawing blood. The twin mounds look amazing; who would want to modify this

perfection? There is no accounting for tastes the doctor mutters as he setups up the suction machine.

Another rubber strip is tightly wrapped mid-breast meat making her tits look like stacked inflated inner tubes. He

places a bell-shaped glass cup on each nipple and activates the machine. Suction takes hold and jerks her upper

body from the strong pull. Her nipples and extended tits are sucked into the tube the full six inches.

“What a beautiful sight. Your tits will be permanently reshaped into authentic cow udders. Now you will feel a

pinch as I inject a hormone mixture into the sides of each breast, four injections per tit. Hold still and it will not

hurt as much.”

What she does not know is that the hormone mixture will not only triple her milk production and enlarge her

breasts, but will also add extra elasticity so that he can permanently stretch her nipples. Watching her reaction,

her mouth shaped in a perfect “oval” albeit, horror at what he is doing to her, does remind him that he must

contour her mouth so it is constantly opened and ready to receive cocks.

Slipping the medium sized O-ring into her mouth, he fastens it to the back of her head. There are twenty sizes of

O-rings and every 24 hours, he will replace the current one with the next larger size. Watching her eyes, seeing

her mouth open

and inviting, he drops the head rest on the gyno chair so that her head falls back and is low enough for his cock to

fuck her throat.

This slave has great potential. She is an amazing cock-sucker, bringing the doctor to orgasm in a very few

embarrassing minutes. But in his defense, it has been a while and her impressive oral skills certainly sped up his

release.

Unfortunately, he must get back to work. To ensure that he has total control over every aspect of her body, he

inserts a catheter into her tiny pee hole then closes the value. Before returning to her female areas, he checks the

progress of her tit-reshaping and milking and satisfied, he focuses on the next modification, her mouth and throat.

The doctor inserts a metal brace snugly wedging it between her teeth and gums then tightens the screws until her

mouth is forced into a perfect “fuck me” oval. This handmade device will restructure her jaw and her mouth so

that it remains permanently opened in the sexy oval shape men desire. It usually takes six to eight weeks for the

modification to become permanent.

Finishing up, he secures a silicone speculum-shaped attachment to the mouth brace. The attachment holds the

back of her throat open and eventually stretches it so that she can successfully deep-throat any size cock. Her gag

reflex remains intact; the muscle contractions when gagging brings enormous pleasure to the cock-owner and her

Master wants that to remain unchanged.

Her eyes are large and round and convey her fear. There is something so magical about staring into her eyes as he

modifies her body. Seeing her pain, smelling the fear oozing from her body, all makes his cock so fucking hard.

She is helpless, strapped down head to toe, and spread wide with various contraptions inserted into her body.

Deep down inside she knows that her body is being customized for her sadistic master’s pleasure and when

finished, she will suffer untold pain at his hands. But for now, the doctor owns her body and he plans to use her

hard and long while she is under his care.

The next modifications are to her cunt lips and clit, a very painful process but when completed, will result in

greater satisfaction for the owner and constantly stimulate her. He binds each cunt lip with a chop-stick type

contraption that flattens at the base and causes the lips to plump. Starting with collagen injections, he balloons her

cunt lips until the skin is stretched taunt, a total of 16 injections to each side. Even though her screams are muffled

the doctor thrives on her pain, smiling as he plunges each syringe into the sensitive tissue. The needles are 18 gage

and the solution thick, and as he injects the contents of each syringe, a terrible burning sensation takes her breath

away.

The short bursts of a pin-prick followed by a deep burning sensation are all she can think about. After the

collagen, the torture continues with 16 additional injections administered to each lip. The second set of 16

injections contains an equally thick substance that adheres to the collagen and forms a play-dough like consistency

which in time, will become permanent. And like play-dough, it must be shaped and then braced to maintain that

form until the substances fuse usually in three to four weeks. Twice daily injections are needed, 64 per cunt lip

every day for ten days. This includes painful massages to even out the filler, then bracing each cunt lip using

rolled cotton and surgical tape.

The reshaping of her jaw generates intense pain making the suction on her nipples merely a distraction. What is

horrifying to her are the modifications to her sex. Her entire groin feels swollen and inflamed yet oddly numb.

She feels the pressure of the doctor’s hands and instruments, but after the collagen injections, she has very little

feeling between her thighs.

Satisfied with the progress so far, the doctor turns his attention to her clit. Her master wants it to be permanently

the size of a small cock and to extend beyond her newly shaped cunt lips. With her clit constantly exposed, she

will forever be in a state of arousal but will be unable to cum without a serving of pain.

The hemostats are opened wide and encircle the base of her clit when the doctor closes the clamp. Red hot pain

shoots through her as her tiny bud is crushed and pulled away from her body. The doctor injects ten syringes of

collagen into the base and all the way to the tip of her clit. She is in agony, the large needles tearing tiny holes in

her flesh as the doctor stretches, injects, re-stretches, and injects again.

Attaching a pyramid-sized cone to her extended clit, he sutures the tip and sides to the wire to ensure that her clit

does not shrink back into its protective hood. After both the collagen and play-dough like injections, he massages

her clit to distribute the collagen evenly throughout the tiny bud. And then he leaves her to rest while he prepares

for the next modification.

Her eyes flutter in the dimly lit room; she is disoriented and every part of her body aches. Her mouth is dry and

her throat burns; though trying with all her strength, she cannot close her mouth. Her entire groin area is swollen

with a deep throbbing soreness that is driving her mad. Her legs are numb from being strapped into the stirrups

for hours, or maybe it has been days, she is unsure. Her tits, still connected to the milking cylinders are an angry

dark red color and the tips are elongated, almost like cow udders.

The doctor greets her with amazing cheerfulness considering what he is doing to her body. “I bet you are hungry

little girl. Yes, let’s get you fed.”

Dropping the head of the chair until her mouth is in perfect alignment, he removes the throat speculum but leaves

the dental gag in place. He rubs his cock along the perfectly shaped oval, spreading his dripping pre-cum around

her pouty lips. He slips his cock into her mouth, rubbing his pee slit along the roof and sliding back and forth

between her cheeks.

Thrusting, he plunges his cock down her throat, moving her tonsils aside and wedging the head into the opening of

her esophagus. Gagging and choking, she struggles to get his cock out of her mouth but the doctor holds firm

until her eyes nearly roll out of her head.

Withdrawing, he slaps her face, bringing her back to awareness and allowing her to breathe for several seconds

before plunging back into her throat. “Hum a tune with my cock in your throat. It will help with the gag reflex.”

Not really, but it will make her throat contract and vibrate his cock and he absolutely loves it when that happens.

Plunging, withdrawing, thrusting deeper, choking her, blocking access to oxygen and then allowing her to breathe

for a precious few seconds before lunging back down her throat. He can see his cock poking out from her neck as

he penetrates deeper.

Her gag reflex is absolutely in fine working order. But eventually, she will become accustomed to deep-throat

fucking and no longer gag. He ponds an additional enhancement to her throat so the gag reflex remains intact

while he pounds and twists his cock down her windpipe until her eyes bulge.

He is ready yet reluctant to end this fun. However, he does have more work to do on her body, so he finally

shoots his cum down her throat. Her mouth is so warm even with the dental gag; he could fall in love with a

mouth like this.

That being her only food for the past several days, she gratefully drinks his semen and actually would beg for more

if she could form words. Her body hurts; everywhere is either pain or a deep aching soreness that never

diminishes.

The doctor does not immediately replace the throat speculum. Instead, he injects collagen using long thick needles

and piercing the back of her throat. Her eyes close in horror as she tries to relax, but fear is winning and she

attempts to move her head away from him. But she is belted down across her forehead, the bridge of her nose,

and her chin.

He is very careful to even out the pouches of collagen that now line her throat. Thanks to this stroke of genius,

when a cock deep fucks her throat, the narrowing of the back will squeeze the cock even more yet never interfere

with her gag reflex. Of course, her eating from here forward will have to be very small bites chewed very well

before she can swallow anything, even a milkshake will be difficult. He finishes up with equal number of gelling

shots then uses a tongue depressor to even out her new throat, then inserts the throat speculum and locks it to the

dental brace.

Moving to the next item of business, the doctor disconnects each tit, massages the tip and presses his fingers into

the milk ducts hidden within the meat. He injects each breast with four hormone injections then applies a

soothing cream on her sore swollen nipples. Satisfied with the lines that now define her udders, he reattaches the

teat cups and turns the machine on a faster pumping speed. As the machine jumps to life, her heavy tits lurch and

tear away at her chest cavity, the fleshy tissue shudders from the machine’s relentless pumping.

The next treatment area is his favorite, her clit. He loves large protruding clits and fortunately, so does her master.

He carefully removes the cage and manipulates the semi-malleable stem, pulling it outwards, rolling it between his

large fingers, pulling it away from its protective sheath. She loves this treatment, moaning with the small pleasure

he is allowing her.

Pronounced and standing tall from the initial injections, her clit is shaping into a harden nub but still needing to be

expanded by at least another two or three inches longer and perhaps another inch in circumference. He begins the

injections with ten thick needles filled with collagen, and starting at the base of her clit, submerging each into the

fragile tissue and releasing the solution.

She howls from the pain yet understands it is part of her modifications as a sexual object for her master’s use. This

is a double-edged sword, pain for her, pleasure for him. By the time the doctor administers the final ten gelling

injections her clit is burning from the adhering substances.

He attaches a clear, penis-shaped tube to her clit and engages the suction machine. The machine will do the work

much faster than manual stretching with the cone. The entire clit jerks away from her body then retracts quickly

and the cycle repeats. After several hours, her clit will be reshaped into a small penis. And with several more

injections and suction-reshaping, it should extend three to four inches beyond her cunt lips.

When fucking her from behind, her extended clit becomes a stimulating target, available for his balls to bang into as

he thrusts into her cunt or ass hole. His balls jump at the thought then he thinks he may sample her ass while her

clit and tits are pumped and reshaped. So many options but still more work to do.

The doctor’s sinister thoughts flow like electric current through his brain. Even with the tubes, suction cups, and

IV drip attached to her bound body, she is beautiful, sexy, enticing. He rarely thinks about his life before he was

banned from practicing medicine. This new phase of his career is far more rewarding and challenging without

repercussions should something unexpectedly go wrong.

It’s not about the sex and more about power. The untethered license to customize a slave’s body for her Master’s

pleasure is more addicting than the most powerful of drugs. Inducing short and long-term pain as he performs his

“procedures” or administers his “treatments” is intoxicating. Hearing the screams, seeing the fear, pushing the

slave to the edge of insanity through pain is a potent aphrodisiac.

What is fascinating to him is when his patient is so besieged with pain and agony that she actually builds not only a

tolerance, but a craving for more. Regardless if “pain-slut” is on the list of modifications, the patient becomes one.

Of course, most physicians operating within the confines of society would use anesthetics and pain relievers. He,

on the other hand, uses neither because he thrives on inducing pain and observing each specimen as she attempts

to cope.

Over the past sixteen years that he has been performing illegal or unethical modifications, he has personally

transformed into a sadistic medical practitioner. Each body that he modifies changes him as well. He no longer

has compassion for the patient.

It’s not about the patient but about him and the pleasure he derives from performing painful and sadistic medical

procedures. He also feels challenged and works hard to hone both his surgical and non-surgical skills.

He is in love with having total control, seeing how far he can push the human body before it gives out. Control

alone is exhilarating; having total control to customize or personalize each slave, permanently changing the course

of their lives is the ultimate orgasmic experience.

He really is an artist of sorts, a Michael Angelo of medical procedures using each slave as his canvas or lump of

clay. He remakes the slave into a fetish doll of sorts, the fetish of the owner that is. If the fetish is tits, big floppy

milk-producing tits, he can size tits up to a whopping 44FF and nipples as big or small and thick or thin as the

owner prefers. If the fetish is for a virginal cunt or ass every time, the good doctor can implant a wide

rubber-band type value around the muscle entry that retracts to virginal size after each use.

Some customizations require creative solutions and it is that creativity that spurs him on to the next specimen of

womanhood. It is rare that something goes wrong but it has happened. And when it does, he feels bad for the

owner knowing that the slave is now worthless and ready to be sold to the seedy brothels that dot the world’s

major cities.

He really enjoys his occupation and is paid handsomely with fringe benefits in that he can use the slave while she is

in his care, usually six to twelve weeks. An endless supply of fresh meat available for his sampling, yes, this is the

life for him.

With total satisfaction, he admires his newest creation, the sleeping woman before him. She is bound to the chair

and has been for the past few weeks. He watches as the rise and fall of her chest sends tiny quivers to her

udder-shaped tits.

After massive hormone treatments along with nearly non-stop pumping and reshaping, her tits lay painfully upon

her chest three times their former size and not having been milked in almost twenty-four hours. They stand

upright, swollen and fully engorged threatening to erupt and spew precious milk like two small foreign volcanos

that also weigh down her breathing.

Both are filled to the maximum yet remain pliable although quite heavy. He is pleased at the way his Teflon

implants beautifully support and distribute the additional weight; each tit must weigh nearly twenty pounds when

this full. She will have to relearn to sit and even walk to carry her newfound tits, but she will supply the most

sensuous, erotic tit fucking for the doctor and eventually for her Master’s pleasure. In fact, he is tempted to thrust

his cock between those voluminous twin mountains. He loves the feeling as her hot and heavy tits encase his cock,

forming a cocoon around his stem while providing a long tight tunnel for his thrusts that eventually ends at her

cock-hungry oval-shaped mouth.

Slapping on a pair of gloves, he begins his twice daily examination with her mouth. Her jaw has conformed nicely

to the oval reshaping; and he decides to give her two hours twice daily without the brace to build the muscle tone

necessary to support the newly formed fuck-me “O”.

Removing the throat speculum, he takes note that along with the re-shaping of her jaw, he successfully created

spongy pillows of collagen-enhanced flesh throughout the inside of her mouth down to her esophagus. These

luscious pillows will embrace a cock, each one hugs the hard stem tightly as it plunges deep into her throat and

lightly caresses it as it withdraws from her mouth. The side-effect or in this case, enhancement is that the pillows

literally cut her access to air until the cock withdraws.

Her body shudders to life as the doctor’s examination continues. She is blinded by the massive tits piled up on her

chest even as icy tinges of fear creep up her spine. She soon becomes alert enough to make the connection. These

are her tits, enlarged to an unholy size, her skin precariously stretched thin, veins lay just beneath the

near-transparent surface, filled beyond capacity, and the pain, a deep ache that only intensifies, never diminishes.

Shock, confusion, disoriented, and still securely bound and unable to speak, the doctor looks kindly upon his

creation, her Master’s fetish-customized slave finally remembers who she is and most importantly, who he is. And

then that look of acceptance; one hundred percent acceptance of her new lot in life that began when she opened her

hotel door to the sadist. Now, she is being modified for her Master’s pleasures by this sadistic doctor.

He examines her nipples, prominently pointing towards the heavens, thick, long, two hard three-inch stubs

protruding from the tips of her engorged udders. He rolls each between his fingers and pinches them flat

watching as milk involuntarily squirts and rolls down her tits in small streams. The doctor closes his mouth on

her left nipple and gently sucks until his mouth is full, savoring the taste before swallowing. Another taste test on

her right nipple then he pauses to make notes in her chart.

Her milk quality is definitely “Golden” milk, the highest quality, most in-demand grade of breast milk yet the most

difficult to locate and expensive. There are three grades of breast milk, "New", "Whole", and "Golden". New milk

is the thin milk produced just as a cow is coming into production, also referred to as colostrum, and is rich in

antibodies and minerals. Whole milk is produced when the cow is at normal peak production. Golden milk is

produced when the cow is calving or fed a special hormone to maintain production of golden milk quality.

Her master wants her to stay in the “calving” stage indefinitely through hormones. Even with only one cow-slave,

Golden milk sells for a little over seven US dollars an ounce and with her production up to almost two gallons a

day, that’s nearly $1,800 each day in revenue. And with her enlarged bell-shaped udders, she may be able to

produce close the three gallons a day within the next several weeks.

The doctor continues his examination, now focused on her collagen-enlarged cunt lips. They are a sight to behold.

Plump, pliable, and when fucking her cunt, these lips will close around the cock and form a tight sheath that holds

the heat from friction and sexual lust. Fucking her cunt with these luscious lips will provide an amazing

experience over and over again because these lips are permanent.

What is astonishing is her clit. It really does resemble a small cock now extending three inches long and enlarged

to nearly two inches circumference. It pulses with a life of its own prominently poking out about two inches

beyond her cunt lips. Although still an angry red from the injections and reshaping with a wire cage, it will soon

return to its glowing hot pink and will keep her continuously aroused. Sitting, standing, walking, crawling, does

not matter, her cock-shaped clit will be constantly stimulated. The added benefit is that when fucking her from

behind, his balls will slap against her clit, tapping it, banging into it, smashing into it, grinding his groin against it,

adding many points of pleasure for the cock.

He closes his mouth around her clit and sucks it until the very tip tickles the back of his throat. He runs his tongue

around the entire stem bathing it, dancing on it, tapping it, his tongue never stops making love to her newly

enlarged clit. Her master sent along a large clit ring which will pull her clit down at least an inch … it is quite

heavy. But the doctor feels she needs another two weeks to fully shape and enlarge her clit, so he once again

delays putting the clit ring on her.

**

The corridor is narrow and long with doors to six patient rooms on each side. His lone footsteps echo loudly

against the ceramic-tiled flooring. Six softly lit ceiling fans slowly scatter the fragrant air. The scent mimics the

pheromones of a human bitch in heat. Pheromones stimulate the female reproductive system in preparation for

mating and keeps the slaves horny and on edge. Pheromones affect men’s libidos, igniting the powerful, primal

urge for sex and shamelessly luring them to her cunt.

Standing at the entrance to her room, he silently observes his fantasy whore. It has been way too long since he last

touched her, used her, hurt her, and in all likelihood, fell in love with her.

She is the most sensuous specimen of a whore that he has set eyes upon. If this is even possible, a more beautiful

slut has emerged from the doctor’s sharp scalpel and steady hands. The weeks of extensive reshaping and

muscle-strength training has also paid off in dividends. Even the hormone treatments have made a dramatic

impact on her entire being by enhancing the good doctor’s work.

She is naked and at first glance, looks relaxed as the milking machine sucks the liquid from her massive

authentic-looking udders. She is near completion of his requested modifications and within a few weeks will be

released from the doctor’s care. Even though the doctor emails daily photos and video footage, he had to see her

with his own eyes. The doctor did an amazing job; she by far, is the most beautiful man-made sexual goddess ever

to grace this earth.

Thick strands of strawberry hair with golden highlights frame her face. Her hair now drapes well below her waist

and seems fuller and shinier than he recalled. It’s the kind of hair that you want to wipe your cock on after

fucking her senseless; or braid it and suspend her from the rafters for an afternoon flogging session.

Like a magnet, he is drawn to her on so many levels, pheromones aside. She exudes lust, inspires nasty perverted

fantasies, and now, there is something so different about her persona. Her skin has that special undefinable

radiance unique only to a pregnant woman, the flawless glow that starts late in the second trimester. It is exactly

that distinctive inner beauty and softness which brings many perks.

Just the sight of a pregnant woman inspires people to be kinder, more considerate, and especially helpful.

Supermarket workers suddenly volunteer to help you out to your car. People fall over themselves to hold doors

open for you. Not only men, but women and adolescents give up seats on crowded trains and buses. Everyone

smiles at you.

Except, of course, she is not pregnant; it’s the hormone injections. Enjoying the moment, he realizes that she

exemplifies his definition of “idealized perfection”. His discriminating and demanding eye requires perfection but

this whore exceeds his wildest imagination. Aside from her lush hair and that magnificent glow is her mouth, oh

yes, that wonderfully superb mouth.

The shape is the perfect fuck-me oval with her mouth closing only when sucking cock or eating and drinking.

Even during her sleeping hours, those full pouty red-colored lips remain open and ready for any cock to slide into

her warm wet mouth. The doctor told him about the modifications he made to her mouth and throat.

Valiantly, he exercises enormous restraint, refraining from taking that mouth for a “test drive” leaving his cock

inconsolable and dripping with anticipation. Her enhanced lips are stained with a ruby red perma-dye similar to

inks used in tattoos. He can well imagine his cock skull-fucking that mouth with those succulent lips wrapped

completely

around the stem. And as he thrusts and plunges far into her throat, it caresses his stem and adds another level of

excitement when getting a “blow job”.

His cock leaks droplets of pre-cum just thinking about those quilted pockets of collagen hugging it, squeezing it to

eruption, and then her sucking every drop of cum from deep inside his balls. The four inch wide neck brace holds

her head erect and prevents her from looking anywhere other than straight ahead. And when his cock sinks far

into her throat, impressions of it will be visible as her neck expands to accommodate the size and girth of the

invader.

Unable to look away, he is mesmerized by her udders. He loved them before, but now? They are nothing short

of incredible. Starting out with a 36C bra, she has graduated to 44DD. What is impressive is that there is very

little sag which is a miracle considering the weight when her udders are full. Her milk production is near three

gallons per day and requires six daily milkings. The quality of her milk tests at the Golden grade, something that

pleases him immensely.

Modeling the Barbie doll body shape, the doctor removed a rib from both sides trimming her waistline to twenty

inches. The result is the much sought after hour-glass figure. Her arms and legs are muscled to firmness but not

hardness, and her butt cheeks are as tight as a violin string.

Milking time complete, she rises from the chair, standing erect to stretch her limbs. His heart skips a beat then

thuds loudly in his chest. At the valley just below her pelvic bone protrudes a picture-perfect cock extending

probably close to three or four inches beyond her thick cunt lips.

This whore’s body screams to be used, begs to be fucked, and cries out her frustration at being denied her

addiction, demanding to be satisfied. Cocks. Plenty of cocks and then some. More is always better and in this

case, she craves to be fucked and used around the clock even as she falls unconscious from exhaustion.

It is impossible to deny his cock further. He must explore her treasure-trove of pleasures, every enhanced orifice is

a journey of discovery all its own. Her penis-shaped clit protruding between those lusciously thick cunt lips

literally melts all defenses with this vixen. It is a work of art, dark pink and throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.

Lust lies heavily in his balls and his cock is about to burst. He must explore and experience every single

modification, but with caution because she is still healing.

Quietly stepping into her room, he stands before her. Never looking up but sensing that it is her master, she

kneels before him and clamps her teeth onto the zipper clasp. Slowly, she unzips his pants then ruts inside with

her nose until she frees his cock. It seems longer and far stiffer than she recalls. With a feather-light touch, she

runs the tip of her tongue up and down his glorious cock, twirling her tongue around the crest, pressing into his

pee slit, worshiping it, lavishing it with co-mingled saliva and pre-cum, all in preparation for its inevitable plunge

into her mouth then down her remodeled throat.

Have you ever experienced an emotion that comes out of nowhere and washes over you so quickly, eventually

possibly becoming your undoing?

An emotion so exceptionally pure yet so intensely powerful that it overwhelms your senses and renders you a

mindless idiot? This and much more threatens to buckle his knees. The pleasure she is giving to his cock is

intoxicating, potent, a mixture of raw, animalistic pleasure, igniting a primal desire that controls him completely.

The need for more is tremendous affecting every nerve ending in his body, from his brain to his toes, each sending

millions of electrical charges searing through him nearly at the same time; a cosmic storm of epic proportion.

He cannot think, those skills are gone. Simply the sight of her succulent rose-red lips wrapped tightly around his

cock, the unbelievable sensations erupting on and under his skin as her tongue performs exotic dances on his cock,

and then the thrust, more like a gentle pressing inward, he can barely hang on to his sanity.

Tears well up in his eyes, the sensations are indescribable. The farther inward he ventures, the tighter the billowy

cushions clutch his cock. He is literally digging a collapsing tunnel to her esophagus. Each thrust is like

repeatedly taking her cock-sucking virginity. No stroke is ever the same; each presents a unique and individual

experience that his cock savors.

Her mouth is heavily juiced, warm saliva and pre-cum creates a fragile watery barrier between her billowy pouches

and his cock. She wickedly lures it deeper into her body, enticing it to plunge farther, squeezing the pillows to

hug his cock like long lost lovers hug, all the while increasing her suction seducing his cock with large swallowing

gulps.

Instinct tells him to fuck her to death; it’s been too long and he’s so fucking horny. But caution is called for.

He is lost in sensations; his cock throbs and vibrates with each titillating thrust inward or simply withdrawing.

Her mouth hugs his manhood protectively while hungrily devouring the juices she manages to coax from the tip.

Unable to hold back, hot lava of cum bursts from the tip and sprays the back of her throat. The next pulse rises

through his stem at a slower pace but when it reaches the tip, explodes with impressive force making her choke as

it floods the back of her throat.

The next eruption seems to gather strength deep inside his balls, working its way up the length then pausing just

inside his slit. More pumps of hot molten liquid works upwards from his groin and through his stem, building

pressure in the expanding head of his cock. Shoving his cock with far too much force, the cosmic explosion begins,

his cock shooting streams of white hot cum, pulsing and spurting until his body is finally emptied.

He tried to be cautious, but his cock took over and responded with zero regard for her healing. Her modifications

are nothing short of astonishing both in appearance and the enhancement of his sexual gratification. Never has he

had a sexual experience such as this. If blow-jobs had a rating scale of 1-10, this one rates 100 if not more. It has

taken several minutes for him to recover; she virtually sucked every drop of his manly juices from his body.

Yet his cock throbs and aches for that warm, wet, cozy feeling of being hugged by her modified throat. Her

alterations are an astounding success; at least his first sampling exceeds his wildest dreams. And there is much

more for him to sample, explore, and use for his pleasure. And make no mistake; all of the modifications were

done to enhance HIS pleasure.

At this point, even though his cock hungrily craves her, he wants to consult with the good doctor before sampling

more of her perfect body. However, he is finding it difficult to leave her; his single-minded focus is like a Shark

following the blood trail to the source, and in his case, the source being this temptress now cleaning his cock.

Addicted to always having total power, his love of controlling her every aspect of her life seems to be transitioning

as this vixen and his cock lead him down murky paths. Then again, if those murky paths feel this

magnificent…no, he cannot think like that. It would ruin his career as a slave trainer gone soft and would

seriously impact his life style. These thoughts and more cloud his mind as he grapples with the changes occurring

within him.

In search of the good doctor, he leaves feeling a modicum of victory as her conqueror, an emotion that is one of the

purest source of immense satisfaction for a slave trainer.

The discussion with the doctor is brief; she needs another two weeks for the modification to her female areas to heal

properly. Dejected and horny, he heads for home where two slaves in training await his return, bound, gagged,

and in various stages of being mentally broken.

This is the day; his newly remodeled sex slave is deemed well mended and personally “tested” by the doctor. He

arrives promptly at the doctor’s mansion.

The double doors open slowly revealing his slave. Wearing only a see-through black silk gown, she kneels before

him, her mouth shaped into a perfect “fuck me” oval; an oval that he recalls with astounding clarity from his last

visit. His cock slips between her rosy red lips and begins a journey into many astounding sensations.

Her tongue lifts the heavy cock to the roof of her mouth and the billowy pockets of soft flesh gently close around

the width. Her throat pulls the full length past her tonsils where additional collagen pockets create a narrow

passageway that lures his weapon deeper into her body.

She hums a light tune even as she chokes; he is unsure of the name of the melody but he can attest to the results.

Her throat constricts, spasms, swallows, and vibrates; his cock is treated to her amazing throat-clenching skills and

an undeterred gag reflex. He wants to prolong this moment, freeze these sensations forever in time; anything to

extend this exquisite pleasure his cock is enjoying but this clever vixen seduces him into a quick release down her

throat.

Lovingly, her extended tongue probes every nook and cranny in his groin, cleaning their sexual fluids and his

man-sweat from his body. Moving lower, she sucks first one, then the other ball sac into her warm, wet mouth.

Sucking as you would oysters from the half shell, she slurps the entire sac into her mouth. Clenching her cheeks,

she swishes the sac back and forth and then runs her tongue around it before releasing it and slurping the other

into her mouth.

His balls tighten and quiver as she coaxes more semen to fill each sac. Moving directly underneath him, she curls

her tongue around the base of his balls and gently squeezes and releases the two sacs. Her hot breath caresses his

cock and his balls swing like a pendulum against her chin.

Nearly out of his mind his lust escalates, his balls fill with fluid, and his cock grows harder, longer, thicker;

pre-cum drips onto her face. Using her magnificent tongue, she once again slurps and sucks each sac into her

mouth as a low groan escapes from his throat. He is almost certainly in heaven, a Sadist’s Heaven that is. This is

how a well-trained and surgically enhanced sex slave should be, ready at all times to please the Master.

His thoughts are ambitious and far darker on ways to use this creature; his property. She will be broken once

again, but this time, she will be trained to cum only from pain. Pain that only he can provide her. Pain that will

eventually become her only pleasure. This evening he will molest and explore her every enhancement whereas

tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, her true life as his pain slave will begin.

Anger builds along with his sexual aggression. She is trying to take control by showcasing her talents and mastery

over his cock. Enough is enough. Her confidence needs to be undermined and then firmly quashed. She is

nothing and she will remain nothing other than his personal pain slave. That will be the totality of her existence.

Tucking his cock away, he connects his chain to her collar and leads her to his waiting limo. He slides in first then

pulls her onto the floor between his legs. She looks up at him with the most trusting eyes, it threatens to get the

best of him,

but he resists and slaps her hard, first her right cheek, then her left. Both times her head spun half a circle from the

force of the blow.

Her teeth rattle and tears well up in her eyes. He frees his cock, slams her permanently oval-shaped lips over his

swollen manhood, and shoves her head down hard. One long downward thrust and his cock slides past her

tonsils and jams in her windpipe. Clasping her head tightly between his massive hands, he brutally moves her

head up and down his stem. Pausing only long enough to put a swimmer’s clip on her nose, he slams her head

downward until her face is smashed into his groin.

He grinds her head back and forth on his cock and takes pleasure in her struggles as her oxygen dwindles.

Savoring the pockets of collagen as they form a cocoon around his cock, he holds her down until she ceases to

struggle. As he slowly lifts her head, his cock sliding back through the billowy clouds surrounding it, her lungs

sucks gulps of air even as she coughs.

Her eyes momentarily lock onto his. It is that magical connection between the torturer and the tortured. The

second that the tortured realizes how little control she has over her own life or death; that look of fear and

hopelessness is a sadist’s dream.

Once again, he plunges her down on his cock until he cannot go any further. She squirms, then more violently as

her air depletes, yet he gives no indication that she will be allowed to breathe again. Dizziness overtakes her,

nausea bubbles up from her belly, her limbs grow weak, and finally, her unconscious form collapses between his

legs.

And he smiles. Yes, he is going to have a good time tonight with more fun to come as he breaks her with the

utmost brutality. He is looking forward to the process of teaching her to orgasm only through pain. The gates

open and the limo pulls to the front steps where the Butler and house Mistress await. Both help the man and

weak-kneed slave into the warmth of the mansion.

The girl is taken to his examination room where he can better see her enhancements as he plans her rigorous

training regime.

Almost as if frozen in place she lays unmoving, face up on the examination table, hands bound above her head, legs

spread wide and locked into stirrups. Wide leather belts crisscross her mid-section and hold her tight against the

cool leather.

Silently and methodically he attaches clamps to her magnificent nipples and enlarged clit, each with wires that

connect to his control console. Inside her cunt, he attaches a clamp to the stem of her cervix, buries two vibrating

eggs inside her cunt, and then slides a large metallic dildo into her rectum, all connected to his magic console.

From his computer, he can make the electrodes and eggs vibrate or shock her, arouse or stop her orgasm. He

intends to torture her for several hours before he tests her newly remodeled and sculpted clit, cunt, and ass.

Gentle vibrations circulate throughout her body. Her cunt juices up and her clit pulses with life. It is nothing

short of amazing; the impressive size it grows when she is aroused. Her thick cunt lips hold her juices just inside

the folds until the volume sends the overflow down her crack to pool onto the table. Hungrily, she licks her lips.

Lost in the pleasure swarming throughout, her eyes blur and dilate as she rides the waves, her orgasm just out of

reach. He smiles as her cunt and ass twitch from the vibrations all in anticipation of the pending orgasm. Her clit

throbs and quivers with expectation, and her hips sway within the confines of her restraints. Oh yes, she is very

close. Pressing a series of buttons, the vibrations cease.

Pitiful wails fly from her throat in protest. Whimpers quickly replace the wails as he sends small bursts of

electricity into her nipples. Wails change to deep throaty moans as he slowly increases the electrical current now

including her clit; he smiles as it retreats inside its hood. A little more current shoots directly up her cervix and

explodes deep in her belly, then races up and down her spine.

Tears pool in her eyes. Her jaw is set in a hard scowl. All thoughts of an orgasm are now a distant memory.

Gradually, the electrical current is replaced with tiny vibrations. Shudders wrack her body as she struggles to

adjust to the abrupt change. Small spirals of pleasure flow. Droplets of milk drizzle from her nipples almost in

rhythm with the vibrators; her breasts ripple as he increases the speed. Slight tremors flow through her rectum

and join the throbbing in her cunt and cervix and settle in her belly. Her hips thrust and lunge under great duress,

held tightly by the belts. Ripples of pleasure ricochet back and forth from her breasts to her cunt and back again.

Her moans are almost harmonious and clearly announce the approaching orgasm. Ruthlessly, he jars her from

pleasure-land with high voltage electricity searing every point in her body. Epileptic seizures roll from head to toe

and shake her from her lust-filled reverie. Her tongue dangles from her parted lips and a scream of frustration

tears from her lungs.

He smiles. Yes, he is enjoying her torture. He wants her insane with lust and desperate for an orgasm.

Desperate enough to do anything, submit to everything, all for the elusive orgasm. And for the next three hours,

the torment continues, constantly luring her with a glimpse of an orgasm only to rip it away.

Frustration consumes mind and body, her focus shifts as he urges her onward with vibrations then stuns her with

electrical current. Her focus is singular. Nothing else matters. Her body screams for release. She is helpless to

control the physical and emotional turmoil from his continuous incredible stimulation and torturous pain cycles.

Every several minutes, he lures her to the gates of heaven, tempts her with approaching orgasmic bliss, and then

brutally robs her of the pleasure her body demands.

She is in such a frenzied state that she is unable to answer simple questions. All she can hear is the strumming of

her sex followed by bolts of current sizzling through her body. She is almost ready but needs a little more time to

simmer. Several minutes pass before she becomes aware that he has turned everything off and left the room.

Everywhere, every nerve ending, every single muscle in her body struggles to cope with the silence, both in the

room and in her body. Every once in a while, a series of spasms churn within her but for the most part, she lays

frozen in agony.

Refreshed after a quick nap and long steamy shower, he pours three fingers of Gentleman’s Jack Tennessee sipping

whiskey. Raising the glass, he admires the amber color and the soothing fragrance, and takes a deep swig.

Gently, he rolls the liquid throughout his mouth, savoring the potent fruit and spices. Swallowing, the silky liquid

slides down his throat and leaves a relaxing warmth in its wake.

He opens the door to the dungeon and is taken aback as musky odors fill his nostrils and his cock immediately

stiffens; the large underground room reeks of female sweat and lust. Perspiration lightly coats the surface of her

skin and shimmers under a dome of soft overhead lighting. Still trussed in the gyno chair, her movements are

disjointed and involuntary.

Her clit quivers and throbs. Small ripples run through her breasts; they are remarkable, her tits. Each udder lays

to the side of her chest; hanging heavy with milk. At the tip of each bell-shaped udder are two incredible nipples,

prominently displayed and as thick as they are long, close to two full inches. More than a mouthful.

He makes a mental note to milk her soon. However, he has so much more planned before he allows her relief of

any kind; denying her milking, denying her orgasm, denying her fitful rest. He wants her off-balance, exhausted,

strung out, and desperate. He wants her to earn the right to orgasm.

His goal is to work her body into a frenzy where her only focus, her sole thought, her lone wish is to orgasm. Her

body is a roadmap of desperation, a junky needing a fix; blotchy skin, sweat-soaked hair, brows furrowed, eyes

unseeing, hands clenched, muscles taunt, nipples, clit, cunt, and ass engorged, and the dead-give away, puddles of

arousal on the sheet beneath her.

The doctor mentioned that a market exists for human female pheromones and with the volume she produces, it

may be worth the effort to collect her sex liquids.

Lost in her own private misery, she is unaware of his presence. Release. She craves the powerful release that

only an orgasm provides. Her addiction is deeply entrenched; that magical carpet ride where endorphins carry

her off and away from the here and now; a place where pleasure is acutely experienced by all senses. Brilliant

colors dance before her eyes. Fragrant smells of sex flood her nostrils. Angelic music seeps into her soul. Lusty,

orgasmic juices are a taste sensation. Nerve endings pulse and ripple just below her skin. All thoughts are

replaced with a yearning for that high; a high so erotically intense it makes her dizzy with pleasure.

Using a long, soft, feather, he gently circles her humongous clit. Up and down the stem, across the top, and down

the other side, the twirling the feathers lightly brush the sensitive orgasm. Barely touching cunt lips, the feather

slips underneath each lip and swirls; her flesh tingles with excitement.

Soft moans and shallow gasps precede a rush of female juices, sweet sensuous woman juices coast down between

her crack. The feather takes flight from her pelvic bone down the inside of her thigh and back up the outside of

her leg, pausing to flutter the tip of her clit. Bumps rise up as the feathers caress her hyper-sensitive flesh. Her

clit hangs heavy and throbs with arousal.

The bulge in his jeans is at the junction of crisis or freedom. He chooses freedom and drops them to the floor. He

resists the temptation to fuck her mouth; he has two other holes to sample. Yet, he hesitates even as his cock

vibrates and drips with a hedonistic desire to fuck her senseless.

The feathers circle her breasts and tease her nipples as his cock slides up and down her crack, pausing but never

entering her cunt or ass. Her body is literally sizzling with heat as he coats his cock with her juices. Her moans

change to quick pants of air as she screams and begs to be fucked; however, words seem unable to escape her

swollen throat.

Slathering his hand, he cones his fingers and with one long thrust, he plunges into her cunt and bangs into her

cervix. The tight vaginal flesh closes around his wrist and holds it snugly. The enhancements to her cunt feel like

a high-end mattress with thick layers of pillow-top pockets filled with finely spun cottons.

His fingertips circle her cervix then pinch it. Her body jerks at the initial pain then simmers and relaxes. His

fingertips play at the mucus plug that protects her uterus, making small tight circles until it finally relents and his

little finger slips into the narrow muscle.

Adjusting his stance, he presses down on her belly from the outside, pushing her uterus downward, forcing her

cervix into her cunt and his finger farther into her core. He pauses to watch her expressions. Her eyes are watery

but not tearing. Her breathing is short and raspy but not labored. He twists his finger back and forth in the

spongy canal always pressing deeper.

After she calms a bit, he pulls his entire hand from her cunt then jams it back in one long hard thrust, spearing her

and forcing his middle finger through her cervix. Her body lurches from the chair but the restraints hold tight.

Intense cramps wrack her body and she struggles to expel his hand, pushing like a woman pushing a baby out, but

he holds steady.

He partially withdraws until his fingertips locate her g-spot. His fingers surround the swollen bean-sized organ,

massaging it, encouraging it to fill with liquid arousal. Her moans jump several octaves higher as he teases and

taunts her pleasure center.

Withdrawing his hand yet again, he steps back and plunges his cock inside her rectum in one smooth stroke and

holds perfectly still, his groin smashed against hers. His eyes practically roll out of his head and his legs nearly

buckle, the pleasure is outstanding. Her entire rectal cavity holds his cock in an air tight vacuum. Her anal

muscles clench and unclench treating his cock to an amazing fuck.

Ever so slowly, he withdraws, inch by inch, relishing the cushy billows of flesh that tightly hug his cock. He

plunges again, this time, ramming into her with impressive force. The walls collapse around his cock, squeezing

tight, drawing semen up through his stem. The tip of his cock swells but he is powerless to stop the eruption.

Spurt after spurt of hot semen fills her ass and bathes his cock as he saws in and out of her until his balls are

completely empty.

His needs met for the moment, without a word, he leaves her alone, unsatisfied, confused, horny, and silently

sobbing.