Chapter Twelve......Goodby, Girls
He had been thinking hard. If he could get Rachel to belong to him, to leave
her parent's home and be his, he could sell both of the sluts for a good price.
He could just walk away with Rachel, a rich man. He had a friend in a European
country that owned a huge castle. He was also involved in the training and sale
of young girls, from all over Europe. There he could properly train Rachel the
pleasure and pain of extreme sado-masochistic sex. He thought she had the nature
of a pain slut, and he wanted to exploit her to the fullest.
He had ambivalent feelings toward Rachel. On the one hand, he wanted to make her
just like Tammy; hairless, tattooed and toothless. He loved seeing his little
sluts like that. Knowing that he had made them into something that they now had
no choice in being excited him. They were committed for the rest of their lives
to being fuck toys for some man or groups of men; kept concealed, and used at
their owner's discretion and pleasure.
On the other hand, Rachel was beautiful, had a fantastic body, and was
submissive. He could mold her into anything he wanted. He could use her for
years, then modify her and sell her. Tammy was going to be sold from the
beginning, but now if Rachel joined him, he could modify Tammy's mother to be a
mirror image of her daughter, and fetch an even better price. Yes, it was
starting to fall into place.
The sluts were upstairs getting empty and clean. He knew that after this
length of time, and the amounts of fluid he made them take daily, it would be a
long time before they could ever shit normally again. He would include that in
his notes to their new owner.
He was looking forward to his day. He was going to bullwhip the sluts. This he
had been wanting to do. To give them a real whipping while they hung suspended
off the floor by their tits. And to top it off, he had decided to have their
tongues removed, and a surgeon was coming over that day to do just that. They
didn't talk since their teeth were removed anyway, and they definitely didn't
have anything to say that anyone wanted to hear. He did know from experience
that once a tongue was removed at the base, great difficulty swallowing was the
result. That was ok though. They would have to be nourished on occasion through
a feeding tube down into their stomachs. That could be incorporated into the
morning enema sessions, and he made a note to tell the new owner. They could
still swallow cum, either by having it injected straight down their throats, or
by tilting their heads back and letting gravity take it's course. They would
learn. Perhaps another night at the biker clubhouse would be good, after they
healed, providing they weren't sold by then.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. A glance at the clock
told him it 10:30 a.m. Hmmm. Yes, it was his lovely Rachel standing on the
porch. When he opened the door, she flung herself at him, hugging him.
"Oh Master, I couldn't think of anything but you, and she was kissing him and
crushing her teenaged body against him, standing there in a little short dress.
"Enough," he said. "What's this?" he asked, pointing to the two gym bags on
the porch.
" Me and my parents had a HUGE fight last night, Master. They think I'm a
freak anyway, so they threw me out. We fought again this morning, and I left and
told them I was never coming back, my sweet Master."
She was grinding her crotch against him, and he ran a hand up under her
dress; she was sopping wet.
"Please fuck me Master, I need you so bad," and she started crying.
He pulled her through the door and picked up her bags and brought them in.
This was beyond his wildest dreams; already his plans were solidifying.
"Please fuck me Master...", the slap across her face brought her up short.
"You will shut the fuck up, slut. You will speak when I tell you to speak, is
that clear?"
"Yes Master, yes Sir."
"Now get those clothes off, slut" he ordered.
When she was naked, he showed the eager little slut the slave positions that
he would require her to assume when in his presence. He also told her that he
would require her cunt hair to be permanantly removed, that he thought shaving
an unnecessary chore, and that her septum would be pierced, so that he could put
a nose ring there to attach a leash. That was fine with her, she LIKED
piercings.
She was so eager and so horny that he put her over the padded bench and
brought out the crop.
"You will take ten of these with your hands locked behind your head. I will
not tie you, you will just take them. If you remove your hands from your head, I
will start the count over. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master, yes," said his willing little teenaged slut.
After the first two strokes were absorbed into her swaying little ass
cheeks, he made her count them. She hissed the count out between her teeth as he
applied the ever increasingly harder strokes. After she took the tenth stroke,
he took her from behind, and his little teenaged slut just moaned and begged for
him to fuck her, and he again shot up into her hot, tight cunt.
He knew the sluts would be down shortly, so he tied Rachel to the chair next
to the electro-shock machine. The sluts came downstairs, and after having
slut-mom suck the cum from Rachel's cunt, much to her delight, he positioned
them both under the hoists, gagged them, tied the ropes around their tits, and
hoisted them up. As they swung there, he picked up a long bullwhip, stood back
and swung. It made a wicked whooshing noise before it cracked against the
swinging female forms in front of him, and he swung it again and again. The arc
of their swing was getting longer now, and they were twisting, so the whip hit
them all over, sometimes the back, sometimes the front or sides. It was a
vicious whipping, and when blood began to seep from some of the many welts he
had inflicted, he stopped.
He was breathing hard from the exertion of whipping them, and dropped the whip
and stood behind Rachel, stroking her hair and neck as they watched the swaying
women slowly stop swinging, and finally come to a stop. He let them down far
enough to untie their tits, then fastened their wrists and hoisted them back up
to standing on their tiptoes.
He untied the now very excited Rachel, and took her upstairs. He had her kneel
in the bathtub, and explained to her that one of his preferred holes for
fucking her, was her ass, and he would stretch it and clean out her bowels
daily. She pouted; her ass was still very sore from yesterday. But no matter. He
started with a standard 2 qt bag, greased the nozzle and slid it in her perfect
little ass. Three times he gave her the bag, and on the third try she was able
to hold the two quarts, before blowing it out in the tub. He turned the shower
on, rinsed her off, and had her kneel on the floor, head down, her pretty little
ass in the air. He greased the end balloon of the Double nozzle, and as she
yipped and squealed and moaned, he slid it in past her sphincter, and inflated
the inner balloon, then the outer. The bag held three quarts, and he started the
water into her, telling her that if she did not take it, he would bind her and
make her take it.
She was moaning loudly after about a quart, so he stopped. He rubbed her ass
around the inflated balloon, and told her what a good girl she was, taking water
and cleaning her ass for her Master. He played with her slit until she began to
get aroused, then he opened the valve. As it flowed into her, he alternated
between slapping her ass with a small paddle, and playing with her slit. Rachel
was hot. She fought between the feeling of her cramping bowels and the fire on
her ass and in her gaping cunt. He stopped the flow and paddled her some more,
then slid a finger into her cunt, and opened the valve. He did not stop it this
time, and as the last of the water entered her, she came, bucking against his
hand.
He knelt in front of her and pulled her head up off the floor by her hair. He
grabbed his cock and slid it past her lips into her mouth. As she sucked him, he
leaned forward and began to slowly but firmly paddle her ass, the nozzle still
firmly planted in her hole. The closer he came to orgasm the harder he spanked
her, and he began to fuck her face until he finally shot into her panting,
gasping mouth.
It took almost a half an hour for her to finally get all the water out, her
guts kept spasming and another gush of water would squirt from her ass, but
finally she was done. He had her shower, then made her kneel and take a medium
butt plug into her ever-so-sore asshole. He would have loved to have slut-mom
clean her out, but she was still suspended downstairs. And besides, she and her
daughter had a Doctors appointment in about fifteen minutes.
He led Rachel back downstairs, her leash on her clit ring, her hands cuffed
behind her, and walking very gingerly. While they waited for the surgeon to
arrive, he had Rachel kneel before the tortured females and suck their cunts.
She did so with relish, and managed to make them both cum before the Doctor
arrived.
The Doctor arrived with a woman that Master assumed was his nurse. They were
not surprised to see the patients hanging from a ceiling beam, covered with
welts. Nor were they surprised to see Tammy's obscenely modified body, or the
young, naked and handcuffed girl kneeling on the floor. In the line of work the
Doctor was in, amputations mostly, and the clientel that he dealt with in his
very private practice, they were not easily surprised.
Master had told the Doctor earlier that he didn't want either woman to know
what was going on, so the only thing he removed from his bag was a syringe. He
gave Tammy the shot first, then the mother, and they were soon passed out cold.
Then the Doctor and Master wheeled a whole array of things in from the Doctor's
van. Indeed, it was a mobile operating room.
Tammy was first. Master untied her, and the two men carried her to the kitchen
table. Then he and Rachel watched, and Tammy soon had IV's, suction hoses and
tubes running from her body, and her mouth was clamped wide open. In what seemed
like no time at all, the Doctor held up a piece of flesh about 4" long. It was
Tammy's tongue. He showed it to them, then dropped it in a jar.
Rachel was pale and trembling, but Master nodded his approval at the man, and
he returned to the work of stitching her up. That took longer than the actual
removal process. Master sat on the couch and held Rachel's head in his lap,
stroking her hair. If the nurse hadn't been there, he would have had her suck
him again while the operation was going on.
When Tammy had been processed, they carried her on a stretcher to a downstairs
back bedroom that had been set up just for that purpose.
After slut-mom was on the table, being prepped by the medical team, Master
remebered some phone calls he had to make. The first was a call to his hair
removal friends, who said yes they could come that afternoon. The second was to
his tattoo artist friends. Master figured that this would be a good time to make
her a mirror image of her daughter, since she'd be doped up for a few days at
least. They said they'd be there tomorrow, and they said that yes, they could
pierce Rachel's septum, and give the mother her piercings while they were there
too.
He returned to the room just as slut-moms bloody tongue was being lifted out
of her mouth. He smiled and gave the surgeon a big thumbs up.
Then, for amusement, while they waited for the mother to be stitched up, he
sat before the kneeling Rachel. He had the nurse bring him the the jar of
tongues, and he placed it between Rachel's knees. He made her open her mouth and
stick out her tongue. Rachel was whimpering and shaking, but she did as she was
told. He clamped her tongue with the two-stick clamp of his, and a full two
inches of captive tongue stuck out of her mouth. Then as the Doctor worked on
the place where slut-moms tongue used to be, a wide-eyed Rachel stared up at her
Master's face, as he used a wetted thumb and forefinger to grip and squeeze her
tongue, letting it slip out of his grasp, then squeezing it again. To the young
Rachel, kneeling naked on the floor, the butt plug still in her ass, the Doctor
working behind her, her Master's actions made a lasting impression, to say the
least.
Later that afternoon, and the next day, teams of people were at the house,
working on slut-mom's transformation into a mirror image of her daughter. A team
of carpenters was working in the garage, making what Master called 'transport
containers'. He showed no interest. He was only interested in training and using
his new fucktoy, Rachel. He kept her upstairs.
A nurse took care of the toothless, tongueless women downstairs, and the only
time Rachel went downstairs was to have her septum pierced. They had to pierce
her while she was standing, though. She had inflated plugs in her cunt, ass and
mouth, the squeeze balls hanging. Her tits were clamped in a long, wooden
vice-like clamp, that was tightened down to where her tits were almost
flattened, and they were turning purple. Her nipples had needles through them.
Her ass and thighs, front and back, had a series of red weals on them, the
result of repeated sessions with a thin, bamboo cane. Her back bore the markings
of a flogger along it's length.
They punched the hole through her septum and installed her ring, and they were
obviously excited by her young, abused body. So, Master deflated the plug in her
cunt, leaned her back against his chest, and the tattoo men fucked her, both of
them commenting on how tight her cunt was with the inlated plug up her ass.
Master replugged her cunt, and took the bowlegged-walking young Rachel back
upstairs, leading her by her new ring.
Finally, Master was informed that his two modified slaves had healed. He sat
on the couch with his beautiful young charge kneeling between his knees, her
head on the floor and her ass in the air. Master used her upturned ass as a
footrest, and told the nurse to bring them out.
Oh, what a sight they were. They were kneeling on the floor, facing him, their
leashes dangling from their nose rings in front of them. Identical tattoos,
identical piercings. This was even better than he expected. He laughed, thanked
the nurse and dismissed her.
He got up, and approached them.
"Well, good morning, girls! How are we today?" There was silence.
"Answer me" he commanded.
Just a series of unintelligeble sounds came from their throats, and tears ran
down their cheeks. His first thought was that he should have removed their voice
boxes too, but he had spent enough money on them already, and dismissed the
thought.
They had been aware for days now that their tongues had been removed, and both
were in a state of complete despair, the mother especially. She had been told a
long time ago that her daughter would be sold, and that she would stay with her
Master. Now she saw her body, and saw her Master with his new slut, and she knew
what her fate was to be.
Master couldn't wait to feel their tongueless, toothless mouths around his
cock, so he had Rachel crawl over to him. She sucked him until he was hard and
wet, then she guided his cock into Tammy's mouth. He slid his length all the way
into her throat with no obstruction, and could feel the tightness of her throat.
"Suck," he commanded.
The feeling of her toothless gums on his shaft, and her throat constricting on
the head of his cock was almost too much, and he had to pull out before he shot.
He moved over to slut-mom.
"You always were a good cocksucker. Let's see if you've improved."
He slid into her throat, and she sucked down, and the clamping of her hot gums
and her gulping, sucking throat made him lose control, and he grabbed the back
of her head, held his cock as far down her throat as it would go, and shot his
torrents of cum into her.
He pulled out and told her to open her mouth. He could see the cum in the back
of her mouth, and the little nub of tongue trying to help it down.
"Next time, use your tongue stub while you suck," he told her.
"Now, if you girls can do that forty or fifty times a day, you might live a
long and happy life." He laughed. "Your new owners will love you, I'm sure."
This was Tammy's first inkling of her fate, and she was sobbing and making
dog-like growls from her throat. He pulled them up by their leashes and pulled
them out to the garage. Tammy fell to her knees and grabbed the leash with both
hands. She was hysterical. He grabbed a dog whip and beat her with it unti she
would stand and walk again. Slut-mom just stood with her head down, sobbing.
Two long, wooden, coffin-like boxes waited in the garage. He stood with his
whip and made the women lie down in the boxes so he could check to see how they
fit. They were cleverly constructed for the transport of human cargo, and Master
was pleased.
That night he took his pleasure with them for the last time, whipping them
with a leather strap, penetrating their holes, then cuming down their throats,
while little Rachel sucked their cunts until she made them cum. They slept that
night, or tried to, with their hands bound. He could take no chance that they
might try to take themselves out of the picture before delivery was made.
The next morning, all was ready. All three women were bound in the bathroom,
their enemas draining from them. They would be made to drain longer than usual
today, because two of them had a long plane ride ahead of them, and they
wouldn't be allowed to shit until they reached their destination, a couple of
days probably.
Movers had been removing his things over the last few days, and now he was
down to just a couple of suitcases, sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
When he was ready, he brought the girls down; he led one and Rachel led the
other. He made them lie in their boxes, on their backs. They gave him no
resistance.
Their knees and ankles were spread and firmly anchored to the sides of the
box, arms alongside their asses, and firmly strapped to the floor of the box. An
inflated plug was in each of their asses. A catheter ran from their pissholes to
a large, rubber bag mounted between their legs. Inflateable gags were in their
mouths, and inflated. Breathing tubes were run down through their nostrils and
attached to vents on the outside of the box. Finally a strap was run over the
forehead to anchor the heads in place. When all was set, he looked down into
Tammy's pleading eyes. He pulled out one of the syringes that the Doctor had
given him, stuck it in her arm, and depressed the plunger. He smiled at her and
told her,
"Have a good flight."
Then he placed the wooden lid on the box and screwed it down. Slut-mom's eyes
were even more pitiful. As he injected the drug into her, he patted her head and
said,
"Take good care of her, Mom."
Then he screwed the lid down on her box
He opened the garage door so the movers could remove the crates, and he took
Rachel in the house. He still had some time before they had to leave. He made
her kneel at the living room window, her chin resting on the sill. He was
lubricating her ass and playing with her dripping cunt.
The moving van pulled up. He opened Rachel's mouth and made her hold a riding
crop between her teeth. As the movers wheeled the first box into the truck, he
slid the entire length of his thumb into her ass and his outstretched fingers
into her cunt. As the second box was wheeled into the truck, he pulled his hand
out of her and poised his erection at her asshole. The movers were getting into
the truck now, and he was sliding into Rachels sweet, spreading asshole. As the
truck drove away, he buried himself up to his balls, leaned back and pulled her
to him, picking Rachel up by the backs of her knees. He carried her, impaled, up
the stairs. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Perfect, the bank didn't open
for another hour yet.
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