Literary slave

Literary Slave – Part 7

Apologies for the long delay in updating this and my other stories…with the time that has passed I have changed some of my thoughts on where I originally thought this storyline might go….I hope you enjoy it.

Kent sat back from his computer, taking a break from reviewing his finances to reflect upon how much his life had changed over the past six months.  An independently wealthy man, he had quit his job as a literary agent since he now had the fortune of his former client, who was now his slave, to call his own.  The entire world except for himself and the father & son he had hired to train his slut when first enslaved thought that Darren Somer had died in an attack on his campsite in a remote woodland.  Only the three of them knew the truth fate that the author had suffered.

Across the room, sat another whose life had drastically changed over the same time period.  Barely recognizable as his former self, Darren was now a drug-addicted bondage and fetish slave who existed to serve and service the perverted whims of a man he had confided and trusted in…a man he had thought was his friend.  Now, the multi-million dollar fortune he had amassed was financing every diabolical torture that Kent was inflicting upon his body.  He had nearly lost his mind, but much to his Master’s delight…enough of the former self remained to still make the humiliation of his daily life register heavily on the submissive whore’s psyche.

Kent smiled as he looked across the room to where he had Cumslut…the name he had given his slave…displayed.  He had kept Pete, the behemoth son of the man he had hired to capture Darren, as an employee – to help him train and control Cumslut.  Pete’s father had left a few months before to pursue other interests, a newly minted millionaire with the handsome sum he had been paid by Kent partly for services rendered…and mostly for his ongoing silence.   Pete had finished mounting Cumslut on its perch about an hour before, and for that entire time Kent had been enjoying the moans of desperation and pain that had been emanating from its mouth and throat.  Cumslut was dressed in a full rubber body suit that was hot pink in color, with a matching posture collar made out of much thicker latex preventing the slave from moving its head an inch in any direction.  It’s arms had been brutally restrained in a full back prayer position and secured to a D ring on the back of the collar.  Achieving this reverse prayer position was a good example of why Kent had wanted to retain Pete’s services even though Clint was leaving for greener pastures.  Pete was qualified only for one kind of work…which is why his father was so happy to leave him in Kent’s employ…where he knew his son would both be looked after, and have the opportunity to practice what he was good at – brutality.  The mountain of a man had spent weeks forcefully stretching and forcing Cumslut’s arms into the agonizing and unnatural position.  Several times the slave thought its arms would snap like twigs as the huge hillbilly manhandled and mercilessly forced and then restrained them into position.  Further and further each day.  The result had been that in just two months Cumslut’s arms could be folded backwards behind its body, forcing its chest forward and making it sit upright and straight with a very stiff spine.  The submissive’s hands were encased in bright pink rubber ball mittens and its wrists sported restraints in the matching thick pink rubber that constructed its collar.  On Cumslut’s feet were hot pink PVC ballet boots which kept its ankles and feet in a severe toe point – a position it was only occasionally released from as Kent wanted to shorten his slut’s Achilles tendons and make it impossible for it to walk in anything except for the punishing footwear.  The boots were cinched in extremely tightly…laced up by the same brute that had been responsible for manipulating its arms.  Cumslut’s head however, was its Master’s opus…the part of its body that so far had been the site of the majority of the modification that had turned a normal human male into a freakish vision of a fetishized slave.  Tattooed with the word “SLUT” in bold black letters across its forehead, it wore skin-tight headgear, again in hot pink that left the crown of its skull exposed as well as a cutout over its forehead to make its main tattoo clearly visible.  The full facemask of the headpiece had open eyes and holes at the nostrils for it to breathe through, but had extra layers of heavy black rubber glued around the mouth opening to make it extra compressive around that part of the slut’s face.  Before Clint had left, Kent had asked him to do a bit more body work on Cumslut’s face, namely another round of silicone injection into its lips, and applying permanent tattoo lipstick in a bright red whorish red shade.  As a result, with the current hood that Cumslut wore, it’s heavily inflated and plumped up cocksucker lips protruded grotesquely from the tight rubber mouth opening.  Instead of a gag, Kent had used shiny black satin ribbon to exert his control over the slut’s oral pussy.  Laced through the stainless steel grommets that Pete had punched through Cumslut’s upper and lower lips right back near the gum line months ago, the sadistic Master had tied the fabric into a large showy bow right at the center of his slut’s whore-lips.  The result was that Cumslut could moan, but could not open its mouth to form real words.  With all of its teeth extracted except for its back molars, thick strings of drool had long since begun to drip down its chin, hanging like silver glinting threads slowly stretching down towards the floor, occasionally breaking free and forming small viscous puddles.

Fully immobilized, Cumslut sat perched upon a custom made pedestal that Kent had ordered based upon his own design.  “Inheriting” Darren’s 35 million dollar fortune had allowed him the freedom to seek out and retain the services of all kinds of people…engineers included…who would do the work he asked for without asking any unnecessary questions.  The whole thing was on casters, and had been wheeled into the room with Cumslut already positioned.  All Pete had to do before being dismissed by his boss was plug the contraption in to the outlet in the wall across the room from Kent’s desk.  The pedestal itself had a shallow trough on either side that perfectly fit Cumslut’s shins, with a slight lip at the forward edge to block its knees from sliding too far forward.  The top of the pedestal was an eight-inch stainless steel spigot surrounded by an inflatable rubber bladder.  Once mounted on the contraption, Cumslut’s weight was partially taken through its shins and knees, but largely borne through its ass as its cunt was impaled on the spigot and its butt cheeks perched precariously on a very small saddle type seat from which the spigot protruded.  With its knees fully bent the pressure quickly became painful on the joints as the punishing ballet boots pressed in to the backs of the slave’s thighs.  The housing of the pedestal contained the custom engineered inner workings that gave the device its true sadistic potential.  A high tech air compressor and vacuum mechanism had been expertly concealed, and now formed the primary basis for Cumslut’s current torture and torment.  Kent was a great enthusiast of stretching and distending his slut’s body in different ways, to the breaking point, to the point of extreme pain and suffering.  This pedestal was one of his current favorites.  For the last hour, the air compressor had been sequentially inflating Cumslut’s abdomen with increasing amounts of air, with the rubber-covered slave literally being turned into a human balloon.  Once filled, the computerized mechanism would make the whore-slave retain the volume of air for longer amounts of time before the vacuum mechanism would extract the air from the slut’s belly for a brief reprieve before re-inflation.  Set to peak over a 90 minute period, Kent now sat back to enjoy the show as his slave would next be inflated with the largest volume of air the machine was designed to deliver, and force the rubberslut to retain it for a full 20 minutes as it moaned, groaned, and with its eyes begged for relief.  None would be forthcoming.  Instead Kent rose from his comfortable chair, and sauntered across the room to feel his personal whore’s gut as it slowly increased in size and distended outwards making Cumslut look like a perversely pregnant sow.  The rubber panel in its bodysuit was constructed of thinner more pliable latex so as not to restrict whatsoever the bulging outward of its growing sow-belly.  The air being pumped into the slave had no way to escape as the rubber bladder around the spigot in its fuckhole had been inflated to the size of a small melon, effectively both sealing the slut closed, and keeping it pinned down fast to the pedestal’s small saddle.  Kent could hear the hiss of the compressor stop as it reached the end of its cycle having brought Cumslut to full inflation.  The thin pink rubber seemed impossibly taut across the former author’s abdomen, and even the gentle touch of its Master’s hand being rubber and patted on its surface provoked more moaning, and copious drooling from its tightly laced lips.  The final straw in addition to the punishing physical position Cumslut had been forced into, was that the drug addiction Kent had manifested to tighten his control over his slut’s reality was starting to kink in.  It was time for the next dose of drug, which made the slave both crave its administration, and dread the manner in which it would be dosed with its next fix.

“Mmmmmmmm….” Kent cooed as he felt the heat of his whore’s stretched inflated rubber-covered belly…”I bet you’re looking forward to Daddy giving you your next dose of candy aren’t you slut?  Well, once you’ve finished enjoying your stretching session here on your chair, if you’re good, Daddy will see to it that Cumslut gets its treat.”  The fact that the Master would refer to keeping it drug addicted and compliant as a “treat” repulsed the part of Darren’s psyche that still remained intact…but at the same time the mere mention of the drug to which it had become addicted intensified the deep craving that was building inside of its mind to do whatever it was required to do to receive its next hit.  “I wonder what flavor we’ll try today hmmm slut?  I’ve been working on some new ones to add to Cumslut’s diet…maybe it will show Daddy how grateful it is for that consideration once Boss Pete has taken it off of its toy.”  Boss Pete was how Kent referred to the hillbilly behemoth whenever talking to Cumslut.  Twenty-four hours per day the huge brute’s entire job revolved around prepping, punishing, manipulating and manhandling the slave’s body all for the Master’s pleasure.  It was a pleasant coincidence that abusing the submissive’s body and getting paid handsomely to do so also provided the beastly mountain man with nothing but pure enjoyment.

With that pronouncement Kent returned to his office chair, removed his shoes, pants, and underwear, and began to slowly stroke his thickening 8-inch cock in anticipation of what would come next.  As if right on cue, Boss Pete returned to the office just as the cycle completed and the last remaining air was vacuumed out of the slave’s insides.  Exhausted by an hour and a half spent being blown up like a balloon only to be forcefully deflated and then pumped full again, Cumslut hardly noticed the process of its Boss deflating the plug bladder and lifting it free from the steel spigot in its cunt.  The arm bondage and rubber ball mittens remained, but the pink posture collar was removed.  To keep its pussy open and stretched, Boss Pete took a large black quadruple ripple dildo and shoved it into the greased up hole before securing it around the slut’s thighs and waist with straps that held it in place.  Hauling Cumslut up to its feet so that it was perched precariously on its ballet heels and unlacing the satin ribbon securing its huge protruding lips, the 300 lb brute simply let go, and allowed the slave to do what it had been trained to do if it wanted to get its next fix of narcotic.  Kent reveled in how deep seated the drive of the addiction was, as he watched his former colleague teeter and wobble, but make a bee-line for where he was seated.  The slave knew that the only way to quell the growing anxiety caused by the addiction was to service and pleasure its Master…which meant blowing and sucking its Master’s cock and gobbling down the huge load of sperm that it would inevitably get fed directly from the Dominant man’s balls.  Cumslut dropped to its knees in front of its Master, and without its arms available to slow its forward momentum, aimed its cocksucking face-cunt at its Master’s now fully erect penis.  Thick with saliva from having been laced closed for 90 minutes, its mouth and throat were slicked up and lubed to receive the huge invader – which coupled with months of enforced deep throat training allowed the Master’s mancock to slide fully home in one shot into the cunt-mouth’s oral pleasure sleeve.  Now in position to begin…the slave received its instructions.

“I think we’ll give Cumslut three minutes this morning Pete” Kent said, talking really to his slave, but feigning complete disregard for the rubber-covered fucktoy now impaled on his member.  “If it doesn’t get me off and gobble down my seed within three minutes from now, I guess it will have to wait until its evening feeding to receive its candy”.  That was all Cumslut needed to hear to provoke it to feverishly start working on its Master’s shaft and cockhead.  Using its heavily inflated silicone injected lips to slurp and apply pressure to the manflesh in its mouth, the slave drooled and sucked and worked it’s Master shlong in order to claim its prize within the time it had been allotted.  Sometimes Kent reversed the order and instructed Cumslut that if he were made to cum before the 30-minute mark, no candy would be forthcoming.  The longest he had kept his slave between his knees worshiping his meat was two hours, and should today’s task be accomplished, three minutes would be a full 30 seconds less time than Cumslut’s previous record in being able to provoke its Master’s orgasm.  Kent marveled in the drive and dedication he had been able to manufacture in this straight male to earn and then swallow a thick cumload, and luxuriated in the ecstasy of having a highly trained and eager cocksucker restrained and bobbing up and down on its knees in front of him.  Seemingly before he knew it, he could feel himself climbing the heights of impending orgasm, and grasping his slut’s rubber-covered skull to pull it forcefully on to his dick driving all eight inches deep into its throat.  This did not provoke Cumslut to gag as it had been trained to take the length and girth of Boss Pete’s 11 inches without struggling, but it did signal its cue to use its well-trained throat pussy muscles to milk and extract all of the semen that Kent was now pumping into it, deep down into its belly.  Spasming and moaning, Kent drove his hips forward in his chair and thoroughly skull-fucked Cumslut’s face, delivering 6 strong pulses before relaxing and allowing his slut’s skills to slowly suck every last drop of dick-honey out of his flared head.  With a pop, the Master’s unit was released from the plumped up orifice on its cuntslave’s face, and dangled comfortably in front of the kneeling whore.  More drool started to drip from the permanently pouted lips, which Kent caught with his cockhead before re-inserting it into Cumslut’s mouth cavity to be slurped off and ingested.

“Well done Cumslut” Kent praised as he looked at his stopwatch...”two minutes and forty eight seconds…a new record.  We’ll have to see if we can have you do even better next time around.”  Kent stood and walked out around Cumslut’s still kneeling form, and announced further instructions.  “I think we’ll use the baby feeding method today Pete, and let’s give Cumslut pig-flavor today…it’s been a while since it enjoyed that particular treat.”  Pete replied with a swift “yes Boss” and proceeded to scoop up Cumslut’s limp exhausted body to prepare it for the feeding as ordered by Kent.

Central to why Kent had re-named Darren “Cumslut” was the method of administration of the slave’s drug fixes.  Although Kent did enjoy fucking his slave’s mancunt, he preferred to use his fist to provide that particular orifice attention.  He much preferred the warm wet sucking of the whore’s mouthpussy around his cock, and left the treatment of its cunthole primarily to Pete as he seemed to enjoy having total control over that part of Cumslut’s anatomy.  So, in truth Darren had truly become a cum-slut.  Eager to suck and swallow its Master’s seed at least twice every day.  To further the appropriateness of the new name however, Kent had decided that every dose of drug Cumslut was to receive was to somehow be mixed with copious amounts of cum.  Sometimes it was loads he had pumped out and saved while thinking of ways to use and abuse the slut’s body…sometimes it was huge wads of hillbilly cum that Kent allowed Pete to feed into Cumslut’s mouth…and as with today, it was often some type of animal cum that had been procured from willing local farmers.  This morning’s breakfast was being supplied by a particularly enthusiastic pig farmer who refused to take any monetary payment for the product…which reminded Kent…he would have to have Pete prepare the slave after the meal for its outing…today was the monthly visit to Farmer Curt’s that formed the basis of payment that the two sadistic men had agreed upon.  Since it would take Pete a good 30 to 40 minutes to prepare Cumslut’s bottle, himself, and the slave for the feeding...he decided to take a long hot shower before settling in to watch the show as his whore was dosed with it’s next hit of addictive narcotic.

By the time Kent had showered and dressed, all of the preparations for Cumslut’s feeding and dosing session had been completed.  The slave itself had been stripped of its rubber skin, and now sported only a thin white rubber collar with a silver pendant dangling from it which read “Cumslut”, and a clear plastic version of the ballet boots which preserved the appearance of nakedness while still applying the constant pressure and shortening to the slave’s ankle joint and Achilles tendon.  Suction cups attached to both nipples were mercilessly tightened to the point that the whore’s budding tit-meat was lifted off of the chest wall and clearly visible in a conical shape inside of each of the devices.  The pink rubber ball mittens had been replaced with thick white rubber gloves that were designed like a kayaker’s glove, to keep the whore’s fingers in a constantly semi-bent position.  Cumslut did not have the strength to fully straighten its digits with these gloves on, making it more natural for it to hold its feeding bottle once the process began.  In its mouth, was it’s feeding valve – another custom designed piece of unspeakable cruelty.  It consisted of a firm rubber mold that had been made from the internal cavity of the slut’s mouthpussy so that it fit every nook and cranny perfectly.  Protruding from the mouth component was a cock-shaped feeding nozzle, which would enter the slut’s throat and be the orifice from which its food was released.  Kent had had several of these valve’s manufactured, each with a different cock-nozzle.  One was a replica of his erect cock…one was of Boss Pete’s impossibly large dick, and the others were a variety of shapes and sizes that allowed the Master to experiment with different sensations inside his whore’s throat.  Today, the nozzle shaped like his own perfect penis had been plumbed down into Cumslut’s throat.  On the outside portion of the feeding valve was the mechanism that kept it in place in the slave’s facecunt.  Kent had once again made use of Cumslut’s lip grommets, and the external portion of the valve exhibited perfectly corresponding metal posts at each of the locations of the oral grommets.  The posts were a design that had been inspired by the cufflinks that Kent liked to wear when going out for a formal occasion.  They could be fed through each of Cumslut’s lip-holes, and then a portion of the post pivoted at 90 degrees to hole the stretched lips fast around the grommet.  Once each of the buttonholes had been threaded with a metal post that had been pivoted and secured, the feeding valve was ready to be put to use with the whore’s injected silicone slut-lips fully stretched and sealed around its outer flange.  An open-mouth arrangement, it left a threaded opening for Cumslut’s feeding bottles to be screwed into place once the formula for the day had been decided upon.  As already had been prescribed…this morning’s breakfast would be pig-cum.

Kent sat in a comfortable chair and adjusted via remote the webcam that had been set up in the playroom where most of Cumslut’s feedings took place.  Although he did not need the money, he enjoyed the increasing income being generated by streaming some of his slave’s sessions pay per view on the internet.  It seemed there were countless perverted people out there who enjoyed watching the heavily modified slut-slave being used and humiliated for all to see.  By this time Cumslut was nearing desperation – in need of its drug hit to suppress the detox symptoms that were now starting to manifest.  Kent liked allowing the slave to get to this point before administering the drug so that the eagerness of his whore to guzzle down whatever foul mixture he had concocted would be evident.  Perched on Boss Pete’s huge thigh the way a baby would sit on its Daddy’s knee, Cumslut was ready to be fed.  What was not clearly visible, was the 24-inch flexible rubber snake dildo strapped around Pete’s leg that was deeply fed all the way into the slave’s guts.  A full two feet of latex rubber which although not painfully thick, did its diabolical duty by sheer depth of penetration.  Cumslut would have to endure the vibrations of the invader in its belly while the behemoth bounced the whore up and down on his leg the way a parent tries to entertain a fussing baby eager for its bottle.  With all preparations made, Boss Pete picked Cumslut’s breakfast bottle off of the table beside him and screwed it down into the feeding valve’s opening.  The specially made bottled had a mechanism that would only dispense the contents when fully engaged onto the feeding valve’s mouthpiece, and actively sucked out by whomever it was attached to.  As such, Cumslut had been trained that it had to work for its meal, accomplishing the training of its throat-cunt muscles as well as administration of its drug hit all at the same time.  Cumslut grabbed the sides of the oversized bottle with its rubber-gloved hands and immediately began to suck for all it was worth.  To an observer, the sow-whore looked like an oversized baby slurping and gulping down its formula.  The bottles were made of clear plastic, and had been steadily increased in size so that the slut would have to ingest larger and larger amounts of cum to deliver the required amount of drug to satisfy its craving.  As such, animal cum and other additives such as piss, spit, shit and mud had been experimented with.  Today however, was simply two full liters of pure porcine sperm acquired from Farmer Curt’s large pig farm about 15 minutes away.  The sloshing around of the gelatinous creamy meal inside of the bottle coupled with the sounds of Cumslut gulping and slurping and moaning from being impaled on Boss Pete’s manly thigh were making both men incredibly horny.  When feedings were done this way, they more often than not ended with Cumslut being spit-roasted with its Master’s cock in its mouthcunt, and its Boss’ huge cunt-wrecker buried in its asspussy…being worked back and forth until “dessert” was served from Kent’s dick, and “lube” was injected by Pete’s thick cock to prepare Cumslut for its daily fisting and hole stretching which the Master liked to administer himself.

Slowly, the pangs of addiction were satiated, while at the same time the feelings of humiliation were increased as Cumslut neared the end of its meal.  No longer clouded by the desire for narcotic, its mind focused on exactly what it was actually doing.  It had been a normal, successful, popular author…now turned into a mindless whore gulping down animal cum laced with addictive drugs in order to please a sadistic Master that had taken total control of its money, its life, its every reality.  It had been tattooed, injected, pierced and stretched all for this man’s amusement.  It had many more tortures yet to endure which it knew full well would increase its humiliation and degradation.  Kent could always tell when his slut came to this point in the feeding process, because a tear would helplessly roll down Cumslut’s stretched and secured face.  As the teardrop perched atop his whore’s silicone-plumped slut-red tattooed lip, he smiled.  The evil smile that made Cumslut shiver with fear and anticipation of pain.  “Now hurry and eat up all of your delicious breakfast Cumslut” Daddy encouraged…”because after breakfast we need to get you nicely opened and stretched and ready for your visit with Farmer Curt”.  More tears began to roll freely down Cumslut’s face, as it knew exactly what that meant lay in store for it for the rest of the day.  Visits to the pig farm were amongst its most dreaded activities…something Cumslut was all to soon to be reminded of in graphic detail

Next Chapter – no mercy from the Pig-Farmer.