DEEP INSIDE SARAH

                                        CHAPTER 1

This is the sequel to “Sarah Under Control”, which should be ideally be read first. As with the first part, it is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. If you can’t make clear distinction between fantasy and reality, please DO NOT read on.

Sarah woke the next morning with the Doctor G’s cock still hard and balls deep in her modified throat. Her stirrings woke the Doc, who looked down in admiration at the blaze of color that now adorned the sleepy slut’s bald scalp. Filth had never looked so sexual, as cocks of all varieties shone on her dome, a testimony both to Ceebert’s skill and Sarah’s now total descent into slutdom.

From the fullness of her stomach, Sarah guessed that the good doctor had evacuated his bladder several times during the night into her compliant throat as well as the always plentiful quantities of seed that he seemed to be able to produce on demand. Sighing contentedly, she eased his pole from her esophagus, feeling a sense of loss as, with a plop, it left her mouth empty. The Doc rolled her over and checked her still gaping anus for signs of damage after the reaming it had taken from man and beast alike at the farm. He pronounced her fit and ready for use, although he predicted that it would be several days before her anus returned to the sort of girth that would give a human much of a grip. Giving her inflation bulb a playful squeeze, he reminded her that she was equipped to deal with such contingencies, and bid her a fond farewell.

Surprised that the ever-attentive Master Brutus was absent for his morning oral service, she padded to the bathroom and stopped to admire her beautiful, multicoloured dome. All she could see was the garland of corn snakes, as only small mirrors that showed directly ahead were allowed for her use. Just as she would probably never know what was inked on her back, she remained in ignorance of the animal cocks that were proudly emblazoned on her scalp, but all she felt was an overwhelming sense of success-for the first time in her life, she had worked toward something she craved and earned it through sheer diligence. Her rehabilitation was well on it’s way but not, she reminded herself, as she lifted her heavily cinched gourds away from her lower ribs were they now dangled, anywhere near complete yet!

It was with a happy heart that she performed her morning enemas, chuckling rather than gasping in shock when she felt how her anus hung open like a car tire. She was barely able to pump the nozzle up far enough to hold as she douched, and that excited her. Enemas done, she luxuriated in her morning shower, loving the feel of her baby smooth scalp as she carefully washed her precious ink where her hair used to be. She felt each contour of the tattoo work, tracing it slowly with her fingertips trying to ascertain what was depicted, before reminding herself that it was not her place to know.

Towelling down, she was in the process of finishing when Ceebert, as ever, walked in with her morning injections.

Throwing herself to the floor in a totally spontaneous show of gratitude, she repeatedly thanked her Master for the ultimate accolade he had bestowed upon her pate, almost sobbing with sincerity.

Touched, but remembering his station in all this, Ceebert resisted the urge he so often felt now to comfort his charge, simply chuckling that it was his pleasure, and helping her onto the breast pillory for what had always been one of his favourite parts of the day.

The cocktail in the syringes varied depending on the circumstances- sometimes, when healing was paramount, antibiotics were added, but today it was the usual mix. She had long since outgrown the need for Complyormone, such was the totality of her conversion, but it was concluded anyway along with Viagra just to keep her near the edge all the time. Hormones continued to be included to suppress her periods. No muscle relaxants were needed any more-her natural slutdom dealt with that, so it was saline solution that padded the breast injections out into a decent sized injection- if they let the daily delivery fall below three loads of 200 ml in each gourd, the slut’s eyes wouldn’t glaze over with pleasure as she pushed the plunger and delivered her own medicine- all Ceebert had to do these days was hold her gourd in the right position. Breast jabs done, Ceebert moved onto her nipple injections- these he lovingly administered himself whilst the slut offered each heavily pierced cookie willingly. Pure hornet venom now-nettle and wasp was no longer powerful enough for the sensation hungry slut, who gasped and panted in delight as Ceebert invenomated first her 5 inch wide, black cookies and then her nearly 2 inch long stretched teats, smiling as anal orgasms started to shudder through the black cock whore’s lovely colourful body.

Allowing the waves of pleasure to subside, now her breasts were loaded with another 24 hours worth of pain, he stroked her beautiful scalp, as he reminded her that this was her last day in the marital home.

Remembering hazily the Doc telling her this last night, she wondered what new adventure awaited her, but such was her trust and obedience now that it really didn’t matter. As she opened her lingerie drawer to dress, she saw that it was empty-as as were all the other drawers.

“ All your packing has been done, little slut. Don’t worry about dressing this morning-we have a little parting treat for you as you leave this morning. I kept a nice flimsy silk summer dress for you to slip into. I thought yellow for such a sunny morning?” Darcy will give you breakfast, and then you will be collected and taken to your new home.”

Nodding her understanding, she slipped the beautiful, boutique quality dress over her head, and followed him downstairs to the kitchen, where Darcy, as always pretty in pink, from her high heels to the ribbons in her now shoulder length hair, fussed over her final breakfast in her old home, supervised by the ever vigilant Paula, who every now and then teased the pink sissy cuckold by pushing her steel clad, painfully stretched scrotum two and fro as she worked..

As she watched Darcy serve her eggs and waffles, she wondered what they were injecting her with to make her hair grow so quickly, and, as Darcy bent daintily to pour Sarah’s coffee, a glimpse down the neckline of her pink silk camisole revealed the beginnings of very womanly breasts that could only mean the answer was very strong female hormones!

Remembering the source of her special cream with relish, she poured a generous glug into her coffee, a shudder of arousal washing over her as memories of her “best men” flooded back.

Breakfast over, Ceebert gave her a pair of impossibly high heeled yellow stilettos to wear, and, as she bent to buckle them up, he slipped the pink “Slut” collar around her pale neck, taking care to avoid her vitally important throat portal, and clipped a leash to it.

“Ready to face the outside world in all your glory, slut?” he asked.

Realising that all the litany of filth that adorned her body, all her piercings and modifications would be visible in the sunlight under such a flimsy gown with no lingerie to protect her, and ,more importantly, that her baldness would be totally exposed to the gaze of anyone who happened by that sunny morning, she fought back her fear, and, telling herself that she was powerfully proud of how far her rehabilitation had come, she steeled herself to exit her once precious marital home for the last time in style.

“ I am ready Master” she announced proudly, and head high she allowed Ceebert to lead her to the door.

As the front door opened, Ceebert led Sarah out into the morning sun. To her credit, she held her head high, proud of her baldness, and unthreatened by the sun’s rays making a mockery of the flimsiness of her dress. As they walked across the lawn, curtains twitched as if the neighbourhood sensed something was afoot. As Paula led the alarmingly attractive Darcy behind them, on a similar leash to Sarah’s, any resemblance between this pert blonde lovely, whose pink lingerie did little to hide her fast evolving breasts, and whose stocking-clad legs would have put many models to shame, and the beer-happy chauvinistic husband who had lived there for 20 years was totally lost.

If their thoughts had been visible in bubbles like they tended to be in kids comics, Darcy’s would have been confusion at how she had become cuckolded and feminised quite so readily; sadness at being led from the home she had worked so hard to provide for 20 years on a leash by a cruel woman, but undeniable excitement at the feminine side she had obviously suppressed for so long. Sarah’s, however, would have been frustration at the 20 years she spent as a worthless bauble, gratitude at her rehabilitation, and excitement at this new adventure.

Breaking both of their thought trains with a swoosh, the pimpmobile pulled up at the kern, driven by Leroy, and Master Winston expanded out of the rearmost door, resplendent in his usual white suit, his bald pate shining in the sun, matching the inked scalp of his slut in the statement of individuality it made.

As Paula ushered the blushing Darcy into the front of the limo, the gazes of the neighbourhood burning holes in his heart, Winston strode across the lawn to join Ceebert.

“Good morning black Cock slut Sarah” he boomed in a voice loud enough for the whole street to hear. “Don’t you look lovely this morning-especially now you earned the gift of baldness”

Blushing with pride, Sarah dropped to her knees before the ebony monster.

“ Stand back up, slut” chuckled the giant. “ It seems we have an audience. The neighbourhood watch seem fascinated to know what has become of little Miss ‘holier- than-thou’ Sarah who used to think it was clever to flaunt her very westernised bosom at black men in the street. Well, as a parting gift before you move to your new, custom made three million dollar home, we are going to show them exactly what happened to her.

As he stood at one shoulder, and Ceebert stood at the other, they each grabbed a sleeve and the waistband of her designer silk dress. With a nod from Winston, the two mighty men pulled in opposite directions, and the dress parted effortlessly at the middle seams, revealing the full extent of Sarah’s modifications to her viewing neighbourhood.

“Now, Black Cock Slut Sarah, with arms outstretched to the side and legs at least 12 inches apart, slowly turn and show off what the Masters have made of you.” commanded Winston, as the naked whore focussed on resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands, and remembered her pride in what she was becoming. Getting a grip, her rehabilitation kicked in, and pride coursed through her.

Thrilled to finally be able to let her neighbours see the “real” Sarah, she did as Master Winston had commanded, and smiled broadly at all the neighbours she saw peeking from behind living room curtains.  As well as a “leaving” ceremony to her old life, it also served as a “welcoming” ceremony to the new life, where nothing would be hidden to anyone ever again, and her heart filled with such happiness at the thought that, if possible, her smile grew even larger.

“Now, Slut Sarah, drop to your knees and slowly crawl around the lawn, so that your sagging , tightly cinched gourds can be fully viewed,” boomed Winston.  “Move your body slowly side to side and allow your big-dicked nipples to brush the lawn as you say goodbye to your old life.”  Sarah obediently did as Master Winston commanded and felt the now familiar anal spasms go into overdrive. As her heavily cinched breasts dragged along the cool grass as she crawled obediently across the lawn she once took so much pride in, he continued

“Slut Sarah, do you know what a dog does on a lawn?,” asked Master Winston.

Anxiously, Sarah glanced up at Master Winston’s face.  “It pees and poops, Master Winston?,” she said tremulously.

“You’re absolutely right, Slut Sarah.  However, since we are in somewhat of a hurry, and you have already emptied colon today, just open your catheter tap, lift your left leg, giving the neighbours a good view of your pussy modifications, and take a good, strong pee.”

Looking into Master Winston’s eyes the whole while, she did as he had directed, letting go with a long, steady stream of piss.  When she was down to only drips, Master Winston handed her a small cloth and said, “Wipe yourself and quickly get into the car, Slut Sarah, before the police, whom the neighbours have undoubtedly already called, arrive to arrest you for indecent exposure!”

With that, Sarah and Masters Winston  and Ceebert entered the rear of car and Leroy, having already started the car in anticipation of their departure, put the car in reverse as soon as they had settled themselves into the back seat.  With tires squealing, the pimpmobile exited the suburban driveway for the last time, and sped away. The last thing the neighbours saw was the now familiar sight of Sarah’s head dropping down to Master Winston’s lap, although were there were previously those glorious dreadlocks, her heavily inked scalp screamed its obscene messages to anyone who looked on. Ceebert reached across and popped the cover off her throat portal, and the journey began.

 

The drive across town and up into the hills where the really expensive architect designed properties lay took about 40 minutes. Paula amused herself by lifting up Darcy’s pink skirt and rubbing tiger balm oil into her poor engorged ball bag. Sarah spent the whole time alternating between Winston and Ceebert’s cocks, slowly widening her throat on their poles, taking more in each swallow as she swapped from cock to cock until as they reached their destination, she was going from ‘teasing tongue in piss-eye’ to’ lips resting in pubes’ in one fluid, uninterrupted motion, much to the amazement of Winston, who was still staggered that any woman could deep throat his weapon at all!

Finally, the pimpmobile turned off the highway and swept up a long driveway, through electric gates, and came to rest in front of a triple garage. As the doors of the limo opened, and the odd looking party exited, Sarah and Darcy gawped in amazement. Before them lay a steel and chrome high tech home on split levels that seemed to go on forever. There must have been twenty rooms! Laughing at the awestruck couple, Winston explained

“ Impressive aint it? All paid for from the website, hence the house name” as he gestured to the brass nameplate by the door that proudly announced  “DEEP INSIDE SARAH”

“This little baby cost £3 mill to build, and still there’s funds left. Once we get transmitting from here, we’ll all be millionaires “ he enthused.

Still dumbstruck, Sarah allowed herself to be led by the leash to the front door, which opened electrically (keyless entry, Ceebert explained) as they reached it to show Teddy and Webmaster Jay waiting beyond.

“Welcome to your new home, slut Sarah” announced Teddy, as Ceebert handed him the leash. As ever the sound of Teddy’s voice, still embedded deep in her psyche after all that sublimal training, made her ass-pussy spasm, and memories of that glorious moment when she had earned her baldness by accommodating all of his incredible meat in her colon flooded back.

“Thankyou Master” she gushed, barely controlling the spasms that leapt between her bowel and her slut nips and threatened to overwhelm her.

“You already know Jay” he teased. “This place is fully wired for web transmission from any room on demand now, so Jay will be resident here all the time, along with Paula and the wimp, Maisy and Brutus (Sarah’s ass gave an extra spasm at the mention of her canine master), and of course you. The rest of us will not live here permanently, but any of us may stay here as required. Ceebert in particular will spend most of his time here as he has so much work still to do on you.

I can see I have wetted your appetite, so let’s give you a guided tour”

With that, he led his charge by the leash around the mansion, explaining each room as they came to it.

Firstly she was shown her bedroom- a huge plush room with a massive circular bed, an ensuite bathroom and shower room, a further en-suite cleansing room, and a still further en-suite annex that contained her breast pillories and a dentists chair for the doctor to use if required. Back in the bedroom, she was shown massive walk-in wardrobes, already well stocked with luxury lingerie, hose ,shoes, and designer dresses. In one section of the walk-in was shelf stocked with a whole range of wigs, turbans and headdresses all placed on those marble domes that wig shops use.

“ You earned your baldness and we gave it to you- but you will still have to earn the right to exhibit it- we plan to show you off in public a lot more now, and on occasions when you have not earned the right to go bald, you will be punished by wearing one of these” he explained.

Also in the corner of the bedroom sat a very large dog kennel, and beside it a chrome breeding bench, clearly designed to strap someone Sarah’s size into in the doggy position. Her heart missed a beat when she saw that-part fear, part realisation that the inevitable was now imminent.

As the exited Sarah’s room and walked across the hall, she was shown a fully equipped tattoo room, with chair, all Ceebert’s inking regalia and various different  benches, suspension devices and restraints that would make any part of the hapless slut’s body readily presentable for tattooing. Cabinets along the walls contained inks, needles, piercing and stretching apparatus, drugs, and whoever knew what else.

As they left the tattoo room and headed along the hall, Teddy explained that each room was loaded with cameras and sound equipment which Jay could access from his main transmission suite, which they would be seeing last on the tour.

Next up was a room that filled Sarah with mixed emotions. Dubbed ‘the pet store’, she entered to see a large glass tank in the centre. Similar to the one in the loathsome Roger’s pet store, but larger.The glass walls were interrupted by a door and various access ports. In the centre lay a very complex bondage station …almost like a multi gym. A slut could be restrained in virtually any position therein,and also suspended by the electric winch that lay above. Draped around the various branches that littered the sand strewn glass floor were dozens of corn snakes- the spitting image of the ones that she had inked on her scalp and thighs- all sizes and colours. Sarah felt her stomach flutter at the sight of her old friends. Stopping and focussing she realised that it was actually her stomach spasming-not her anus or slut nips sending out aftershocks through her stomach….her actual stomach was spasming deliciously at the sight of her reptilian lovers. Was it possible for her stomach to become a sexual centre like her Masters had hinted at?

All around the walls were more glass tanks, and some metal cages. Someone was stocking them with animals, but was obscuring her view of exactly what they were. The person doing the stocking turned round, and her blood ran cold. It was Roger.

Sensing her loathing, he grinned at her before returning to his stock.

“You’ll also be seeing a lot more of Roger….he has to supervise every activity in the pet store, and your public have decided that you should spend a lot of time in here in due course “ teased Teddy. As he led the trembling slut back out by the leash, the magic of the tour temporarily shattered.

Through a door at the side of the pet store, she was led outside to the stable complex, where several as yet vacant stalls stood aside a ménage which, instead of containing schooling jumps and the like contained the same breeding framework that she had spent most of the previous weekend strapped into. The breeze across the gaping void that used to be her anus reminded her of what to expect next time she was fastened into that apparatus.

Next she was shown the punishment room, which contained a Saint Andrew’s cross, standard cross, bondage wheel, some very complex suspension equipment that she did not understand, and every type of whip, crop and flogger, manacle cuff and hogtie that she had ever dreamed of.

“You don’t often deserve punishment Sarah, such is your obedience. …but your public like seeing you punished, so henceforth you will sometimes have to earn your treats by asking to be punished first” he explained, smiling broadly. Sarah gulped.

Next was the ablution suite, which  Sarah did not understand at all...it contained a large stainless steel enema room with washdown area, which seemed to be a more complex version of the one she had en-suite, but there were also various toilet pedestals and bidets- some conventional, some simply frameworks with hed harnesses underneath them . In the corner was her familiar urinal head collar, and various other apparatuses obviously designed for fluid handling and injecting. An adjoining door led away to a sort of waiting room with a couch, kitchen area, coffee machine, etc. Sarah had the distinct impression that people would wait out here for their turn to be serviced by her, and her growing sense of foreboding was justified when Teddy told her that here was where her scat training would begin. She had known it was coming, but still she hated the thought, and for the first time since she left her old home she wished she were back there. Noting this, Teddy realised that Jay’s advice that she was getting a little too comfortable being dished up nothing but stuff she got off on was sound, and he looked forward especially to this part of her further training, however foul the subject matter may be.

Still in shock, she was shown, Darcy’s pink Barbie-style suite, complete with very comprehensive medical facilities for the Doc to continue her journey into womanhood. Looking in the closets for no particular reason, Sarah was shocked to see that most of the lingerie and clothes that weren’t pink boudoir wear were exactly the kind of stuff she used to dress in to flaunt herself all that time ago before her rehabilitation began.

Hardly surprisingly, Paula’s room was next door. She was then led past Maisy’s room, which, interestingly, contained NO kennel, past further guest bedrooms, kitchen, dining area, etc. to the staircase that led up to the first floor.

This was the hub of the whole operation- webmaster Jay’s broadcasting studio, from where he controlled the whole house, sat aside a large auditorium, equipped for around 150 spectators, all with custom leather seats. The whole room was lit to studio standard- massive light clusters lay everywhere, along with huge flat screen monitors. In the centre of the room, surrounded by the 150 seats, on a slightly raised platform, was what looked like a cross between an operating theatre and a bondage dungeon. Every conceivable device for restraining, displaying, violating, suspending, modifying and examining a slut was on that stage…all shiny new and glistening with menace.

“All the other rooms are wired for transmission for VOD purposes Sarah, but this is where the big  ‘Pay per View’ shows will be filmed and transmitted, in front of a large, fee paying invited audience. No hold barred-if they want it and are prepared to pay for it, you will undergo it, in front of your adoring public” explained Teddy with a quiet firmness that made Sarah suppress the moan of concern that had risen in her chest with that last sentence. No hold barred? Scat training? Roger?  What did this new adventure hold for her? She felt genuine fear, and that made her stomach (yes-actually the pylorus in her stomach) spasm in time with her anus and slut-nips, and her submissiveness overwhelmed her caution as her knees gave way, betraying the anal orgasm she has sought to hide from her Master.

As with “Sarah Under Control”, I hope to make this an interactive story, if you have any suggestions for Sarah’s adventures, for her next tattoo, or even want to guest write a chapter, send your ideas in to  deep_inside_sarah@yahoo.com. The best ideas will be used-many already have been.

Doc

                              Deep Inside Sarah

                                        Chapter 2

After completing her tour of her new home, Sarah was pretty much left to her own devices for the rest of the day. As she wandered around the spectacular building, familiarising herself with the layout, she couldn’t help but be impressed at the thought and investment that her Masters had put into the project, and she felt rather humble at that. She returned several times to the main broadcasting studio, trying unsuccessfully to get her head around all the equipment that was installed on that sinister looking stage from which she was destined to entertain the internet every week henceforth. Although she was left with a feeling of trepidation each time she looked at an item of equipment whose use she did not understand, such was her trust in her masters that the feeling in her stomach (yes-there again) quickly became a warm one. The room that did not give her such good karma was the reception suite and attached stainless steel ablution room. She realised that she was to be indoctrinated into something she loathed within those walls, but the cosiness of the reception part seemed in direct contrast to those horrible steel pedestals that lay beyond. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this room would present her with her biggest test to date.

As she walked to the dining area, where Darcy seemed to have naturally assumed the role of chef/waitress, she noticed Maisy following Paula into her suite carrying her work bag. Not paying it too much heed, she had Darcy prepare her some ham and eggs, watching her as she worked the kitchen in her pink French maids outfit, and finding it impossible to ignore how attractive she was becoming as a girl. Her blonde hair, now shoulder length, was very prettily presented in pink ribbons, and her make-up was flawless-her crimson lips pouted seductively as she cooked, and any semblance of facial hair was long gone. Sarah was not sure if that was the work of the hormones which Paula injected daily into her nipples or Maisy’s depiliatory skills, but either way she looked hot. As she poured Sarah’s coffee, she again glanced down at her budding breasts and thought with a sigh that, with a few cup size increases, Darcy was quickly becoming the woman Sarah used to be. She felt a pang of jealousy as she walked away expertly on 6 inch heels that most genetic women would struggle to master, but caught a glimpse of her poor tortured scrotum  peeking out below the hemline of her skirt as she bent over the stove , and was reminded of how lucky Sarah was to love each and every one of her modifications to date.

Fed and watered, Sarah walked back to her suite for a lie down. She was still tired after the exertions of the weekend and, if she received no visitors that afternoon, she planned to sleep. Noticing that Maisy was still in Paula’s room, she reached her suite and threw herself gratefully on the huge circular bed, sinking in to a deep sleep in seconds.

Unaware that her masters had ordered 24 hours abstention for her anus to revert to something approaching normality, she woke several hours later refreshed and surprised she had not been woken by a black weapon pushing urgently at her lips or asshole. Feeling surprisingly neglected, she applied herself to searching through her new closets, selecting some exquisite burgundy lingerie and hose, and busied herself at her dresser, convinced that she would be “needed” at some stage before nightfall.

As she dabbed perfume behind her ears, which seemed to have assumed a more prominent role in her appearance since there was no hair to hide them, she heard a loud moan come from Paula’s room. It was a moan of pain, tinged with expectation, and was followed by a succession of louder, longer ones, which quickly made the transition from anguish to pleasure. As they reached a crescendo that obviously signalled her orgasm, curiosity got the better of her, and she tiptoed out into the hallway in time to see Leroy exiting Paula’s suite sporting a big smile. Glancing her way, he winked at her, and strode confidently down the corridor. Sarah felt an overwhelming wave of jealousy. Master Leroy had fucked Paula rather than her! Surely it must be because he fancied some white pussy, and knew she couldn’t provide it. Shocked at her jealousy, she comforted herself by reflecting that it least it wasn’t her beloved Ceebert, or worse still Winston or her ‘husband’ Teddy. About to return to her room, Teddy suddenly filled the hallway.

“Listening at doors, slut? We can’t allow that. I was just on my way to see you about an official matter, but now it seems you have earned a penalty. We can attend to both matters in the punishment suite forthwith”

Mumbling a barely coherent apology, the confused slut obediently followed her giant husband down the corridor, the rustle of her silk lingerie brushing her stocking tops the only sound, as the giant’s footfalls on the carpet were silent, belying his size.

As she entered the new, custom made discipline centre, she again shuddered at the vast and complex array of equipment that greeted her.

Businesslike as ever, Teddy ushered her to a plain white wall and had her stand sideways against it.

“ I have an appointment this afternoon at the court offices on your behalf slut, for which I need a photograph-head and shoulders only will do.

Smile and look straight ahead”

The flash in his digital camera winked several times, bathing her tattooed skull with warmth as he captured her image several times. Checking that the results were satisfactory, he pocketed the camera.

“I would have enjoyed punishing you myself for eavesdropping, but I need to get to the courts before they close. I am pulling a few strings to arrange a little welcome gift to your new home, which will remain a surprise until tomorrow. In my absence, I will send someone in shortly to attend to your punishment. Wait here, slut” he boomed, and with that he exited silently.

As the bemused slut stood waiting her fate, she wondered why he needed her photo, particularly one taken in that official manner. Her musings were cut short by the arrival of her chastiser. Her jaw dropped as the loathsome Roger, Master Teddy’s pet-store owning cousin, entered with a smile.

“Hey little slut- I wasn’t expecting to get my hands on you this soon after your arrival-seems it’s my lucky day? My Cuz tells me you’ve been listening at doors? |Naughty slut gets 100 lashes for that-and I get to choose where” he teased.

As Sarah gaped like a fish out of water, unable to speak, he led her to the bondage wheel, removed her camisole as she obediently lifted her arms, and started to buckle her arms, legs and waist into the medieval looking circular punishment table.

Elsewhere in the complex,the ever vigilant Webmaster Jay flicked switches and cameras throughout the room blinked into life as the first recording of the new project began-by this evening this would be earning thousands as the first VOD available to the website.

Once the slut was secure, he unbuckled her breast cinches, amazed at how tight they were, and could not hid his admiration as her magnificent gourds spilled down her chest, the weight of her multiple piercings making her cock-like nipples point straight to the ground. Lifting each one in turn savouring its weight and the creaminess of its still perfect, unmarked pale skin, Roger reached a decision.

Pulling an R clip from the wheel mechanism that locked it in place, he moved the wheel around with powerful hands. Sarah felt her weight transfer to the holding straps as she was slowly turned through 180 degrees, and as she finally came to rest upside down, her gourds slapped her in the face repeatedly as they answered the call of gravity.

Locking the wheel in its new position, Roger inserted  brackets into slots in the wheel either side of the slut at shoulder blade level, and then fetched a wooden plank from a storage unit. Scooping the heavy, dangling gourds up with the plank, Roger positioned the now laden platform between the brackets, forming a shelf that presented her upside-down gourds horizontally out from her chest, the as yet unmarked underside of them mercilessly offered for punishment.

“ I doubt anyone has thought to cane you here before, slut” he teased.

“But then again few are as cruel as I am” he continued, grinning like a rastsa Cheshire cat as he selected a whippy bamboo cane from one of the many racks.

“ Right, slut- 100! And you will count them aloud and thank me for each one. Any omissions and we will start from the beginning again!”

“Yes Master Roger” sobbed the helpless slut as Webmaster jay zoomed in on her face.

Roger swung the cane firmly and enthusiastically, and as it bit into the lovely white breast meat, Sarah screamed in genuine pain, and sobbed loudly before muttering “ 1- thankyou Master” through clenched teeth.

As the strokes rained down on the underside of her gourds, and she counted each stroke with thanks as ordered, the pain became close to unbearable, and, unlike previous punishments, her ass-pussy and slut-nips did not speak to her-there was no pleasure in this, just agony and humiliation. As she bit her lip and said “46 thank you Master”, she tried to lose herself in her thoughts. Just pain and humiliation! Humiliation- what could be more humbling than willingly submitting to having someone you detest tie you helplessly, suspend your heavily modified body upside down, and thank him for each stroke of his cane that bruised her once beautiful breasts? And that was the turning point- whether it was the Complyormone, or her deep sublimal training, but her brain finally got it- it was more humiliating than enjoying it all the time-the fact that she hated it said more about her submission that all the things she relished. This was her duty-to earn her beloved black cock by submitting to things that she found difficult. With that thought, she said “76- thankyou for hurting my Gourds Master”, and the nerve endings in her pylorus spoke to her first, reminding her that the stomach dildo she once dreaded was low sorely missed. With that her anus and nipples came to life, and she thanked Roger more and more enthusiastically for her breast abuse as each stroke landed and beat her deeper and deeper into a new kind of super-orgasm that she didn’t yet fully understand.

By the time Roger delivered the 100th stroke, she was not only thanking him, but begging him not to stop. Roger smiled, confident in the knowledge that his brand of cruelty went much deeper than the variety his Cuz practiced.

Jay could scarcely believe what he had just witnessed as he uploaded the mpeg to the site for paying customers to savour. The slut continued to surprise.

Roger let her down, still sobbing her thanks as he re-cinched her swollen gourds, slipped the camisole back over her shoulders and led her back to her suite.

As they passed the tattoo room, the familiar sounds of Ceebert’s gun buzzed in her ears. She wondered who the lucky recipient was, but knew better than to show interest.

Back in her suite, Roger, keen to humiliate the slut whilst she was still so vulnerable, led her into the en-suite, knelt her in the shower, and unzipped his fly.

As his massive member flopped into view, Sarah’s mouth automatically opened a little in anticipation, but rather than approach her ruby lips, he simple eased back his foreskin, grunted, and hosed her face and body down in a powerful stream of scalding hot piss that took her totally by surprise. Her training kicked in and every time the amber hose passed across her face she gulped down all she could, but he seemed more intent on soaking her entire body. The burgundy silk clung to her body as the stream abated, and Roger carefully aimed the remainder of his load over her bald head, marvelling at the way the cock tattoos shone through the fluid. As his bladder finally drained completely, he pulled her head toward his groin and stuffed his balls into her eager mouth. As she sucked and licked and tongue bathed the leathery monsters, his weapon rose to full attention. Sarah felt this, and eagerly anticipated trying to get this monster down her neck- but Roger was uninterested in that- he simply wanked his shaft slowly as her tongue worked its magic on his bags, and as his orgasm approached, he pulled his balls rudely from her mouth and told her to hold her eyes wide open with her daintily manicured nails.

Obeying automatically, she knelt before her tormentor as he discharged squirt after squirt of scalding hot cum into her blue-green eyes, aiming each squirt so that both eyes vanished under a film of semen. The cum burned her eyeballs, her stomach ached with loss at having been deprived of his essence, but she sobbed heart felt thanks to him as he anointed her sockets-her ass pussy spasmed orgasmically in appreciation-this was a man who understood real humiliation, and a different, more intense sort of anal orgasm ripped through her.

Eager to make her feel as used as possible, Roger zipped himself up, told her not to shower or change until bedtime, and left her there soaking in piss, eyes full of man juice, trying to understand these new sensations that seemed to centre around her stomach..

Having had no further visitors, she sat on the bed on a towel, stinking of urine, watching TV through cum encrusted eyes. Deciding after watching a few shows that it was time for sleep, she got up reluctantly to shower. Reluctantly because the cold clinginess of the piss soaked silk and the stiffness of her sperm coated eyelids had kept her stomach pulsing at low- level arousal all evening, and she had taught herself to find it soothing.

Still, orders were orders, and as she got up, Paula rushed in, practically skipping with excitement. “Sarah, Sarah. I must show you-look what I finally got” she enthused, as she opened her robe.

Sarah froze in her tracks. Her friend had been depilated smooth by Maisy, and Ceebert had inked a no-entry sign on her pubis just like her own. Fresh gold jewellery adorned her labia where she was now infibulated as well. Leroy had been popping her ass cherry this afternoon- she now had a rival!

Half heartedly congratulating her friend on her initiation and making a few minutes of small talk before Paula left to expend her newfound energy on poor Darcy’s testicles, Sarah sobbed out loud as she showered. She would now have to compete for her Master’s favours. Humiliation new no bounds for her today, and that new, still unfamiliar humili-orgasm built in her stomach again before exploding with a vigour that made her knees give way.

                                        DEEP INSIDE SARAH

Thanks to overwhelming response and reader suggestion, Sarah’s tale continues, and now starts to get seriously kinky. If you cannot respect and understand that this is pure fantasy, please do not read on. Thanks to the many who have contributed-you know who you are! Doc

                                            Chapter 3

Waking the next morning to the eager face licking that Master Brutus was administering, Sarah quickly gathered herself together and, shaking off the troubled dreams she had experienced after yesterday’s developments,  busied herself with her oral worship of her canine superior, her brightly coloured scalp bobbing with increasing urgency in his hairy lap, her heavily pierced tongue busy and inventive, until the muscles in her jaw hinges stretched as his knot formed, and she was held captive by the orange sized swelling, only able to tease its girth with her tongue as her beaded throat spasmed gently around the much thinner business end of his weapon. Squeezing his great balls with her tiny hand, she felt the knot give one massive throb, and squealed in gratitude around his shaft as the seemingly endless torrent of watery but ambrosial doggie cum bathed the upper reaches of her throat in warmth.

After a few minutes, she felt her jaw hinges relax as the vascular ball lost some pressure, and eventually Master Brutus was able to withdraw. As the rest of his member popped out of her mouth, she went to sit up, but a low rumbling growl reminder her that her work was not yet done, and she spent a further five minutes diligently licking his entire genitalia clean until he got up with a sigh, effectively dismissing her.

Put firmly in her place by the Great Dane, she padded to the en-suite and performed her daily anal ablutions thoroughly before showering, all the time reflecting on the way she had felt yesterday when she saw Paula’s new tattoo, and more so on how strongly she had orgasmed when totally humiliated by the loathsome Roger.

As she sat at the dresser fixing her make-up, she noted that she had, without instruction, made an extra special effort this morning. Her eyes were more Cleopatra-esque than ever this morning, and she applied the brown lip-gloss with enthusiasm, not even pausing to ponder why she had chosen it over the scarlet.

As Ceebert breezed in cheerily with her morning injections, she made polite but distant conversation with her favourite Master as he fixed her syringes, and only really focussed and gave him her true attention when the full whack of the venom hit her coal-black six inch areolae, and she gasped her thanks, remembering why she loved this man so much.

“ A little distant this morning, slut?” teased Ceebert. Best snap out of it….Maisy is taking you out in public this morning, so you need to be on your best behaviour. She’ll be here to dress you in a moment.”

Right on cue, as Ceebert cleared his hypos away, and Sarah knelt before him to thank him for the gifts he had injected into her gourds, the door opened and in she swept.

“Morning C, morning slut” she enthused. “ I’ll go in the bedroom and lay out your clothes for today’s outing that your ever caring husband Teddy has arranged for you whilst you finish up here” she continued, and exited as Sarah’s brown lips began their descent of Ceebert’s massive pole.

Ten minutes later, as Maisy finally made the selection and laid it all out on the bed, Sarah was rewarded with her second bellyful of cum of the morning.

Bidding her favourite Master a fond farewell the heavily tattooed slut walked into the bedroom, her gourds swaying low on her chest, the nine-inch leather cinches aiming them fully southwards. The bells in her labia tinkled cheerfully as she approached Maisy and allowed her to dress her like a baby.

Admiring the finished product in the full-length mirrors, she couldn’t help but be impressed with her choice. An African style silk leopard print summer dress covered her body in a semi-see through diaphanous tribal curtain. The silk clung closely enough to her gourds to make it immediately apparent that they were unfettered and pendulous in their magnificence, but preserved enough dignity at a single glance to stop her getting arrested. She wore no underwear, allowing her bells to swing without restriction, but Maisy had provided matching leopard print stockings that were tied around her pretty white thighs by brown silk ribbons. Her dainty feet sat in impossibly high five inch pumps that made walking become hobbling, and her beautiful bald head was wrapped in a tribal style matching silk headdress, held in place by a gold chain, the clasp of which, if you looked closely, was in the shape of a horses cock.

Gasping in disappointment as Maisy had applied the headdress, she had explained that the places she was visiting this morning were very much in the public domain, and the headdress would prevent them being arrested for obscenity. There would be plenty of time to display her scalp tattoos at a later date, which pacified the slut, and as she took in the full majesty of her Africanised appearance, she felt a swell of pride.

As a final touch, Maisy buckled the pink “Slut” collar around her neck, hiding the breathing portal and tattoo. Pronouncing her ready, she attached her leash, and led her out through the mansion to the pimpmobile, where a smiling Leroy greeted them both, before whisking them away with a swoosh to wherever it was Teddy had pulled those strings to achieve.

Ten minutes later, as they pulled into the car park of the Court Offices, Leroy explained

“ After stage one of your rehabilitation was completed, your reward was your baldness, slut Sarah…..however, the corn fed white prick tease that was the subject of that rehabilitation is gone, and we need to demonstrate that. The new, meaningful black cock servant that we have created needs her own identity. Fortunately, your new husband is well connected, and has arranged for your name to be changed officially this morning by the local Judge. Most have to wait years for such officialdom, so be respectful.”

Parking, he opened the door, and Maisy proudly led her charge unsteadily on those massive heels into the austere courtroom where she was apparently expected. Walking with her feet virtually “en pointe” made her cinched gourds swing like pendulums, and heads turned in every corridor to watch as they approached the deed poll office.

He judge was very distinguished, unflappable man, who had clearly been well briefed by Teddy. He appeared totally unfazed by the sight of this heavily modified pale skinned beauty in African tribal regalia being led in on a leash.

“ Good morning Sarah- have a seat both of you” he gestured, chuckling inwardly at the irony of the fact that this was the last time she would ever be correctly addressed as that.

“ Teddy has supplied me with all the documentation I need to change your name by deed poll. I have prepared the paperwork in advance, all I need is a signature and a witness.”

So well trained was the slut, she signed on demand without even reading it. It was only after a smiling Maisy had witnessed the act that the Judge spoke and revealed her new identity.

“ By signing these deeds, and by the power invested in me by the state, you will henceforth be legally named “ Asswhore-Sarah Ophiophile Blackcockslut. You will need to have your driver’s license, bank accounts etc changed to match. Your new passport will arrive in the mail soon-we already have the rather interesting photo that will appear on it. In the meantime, here is your new amended birth certificate, Miss Blackcockslut. It simply remains for the official seal to be placed on you, and we are done”

Still reeling at the fact that she now had a new, porn star identity, she wondered what he could mean by the official seal? As if reading her mind, Maisy stood from her seat, and reached gently around the slut’s head to where the horsecock clasp held the headdress in place.  Slowly unwrapping the silk headdress, the vivid colours of the plethora of obscenity that adorned her shaved head was gradually revealed. Placing her hands gently on the slut’s temples, Maisy slowly tipped her head forward into the genuflection position, and, reaching across to the old Judge who had also stood. She unzipped his fly and eased his old member from its lair. Easing the foreskin back, Maisy gently masturbated the old man’s cock to full erection, and then as he eagerly traced the outline of the filth that was inked on her scalp, she brought him quickly to orgasm, anointing the top of Asswhore-Sarah’s head with his copious seed in a ritual baptism to make her new identity official.

Quickly reapplying the headdress before the precious seed ran down her face, her head was swathed in a cum and silk poultice that she would wear publicly for the rest of the morning.

Thanking the judge profusely for his attentions, Maisy led the newly named asswhore out of the building and back to the pimpmobile.

As Leroy pulled away, she explained to her leashed slut that she had an appointment at the license office to register her new name, and shortly afterwards at her bank to have all the names on her bank accounts and cards changed.

As they sat in the license bureau waiting their turn, Asswhore-sarah could feel eyes all over her- some where trying to make out the ink that lay only half concealed under her silk, others wanted to check out the outline of those impossibly shaped gourds that swung so enticingly under her robe.

As the tannoy barked into life and called “Miss Blackcockslut” to the interview room, Sarah actually flushed red as every eye in the room followed her, and the tinkling of her pussy bells was not quite drowned out by the excited murmurs as she walked.

The license clerks were two young white nerds, whose excitement at processing such an amazing client nearly reached fever pitch when they told her that headgear was not permitted for license photos. As Maisy again unwound the now saturated headdress, the lads could barely conceal their erections as they took her shots and filled in her forms. Maisy wondered about rewarding them, but they were white, and off limits unless she had them fuck her urethera. Thinking how deliciously humiliating that would be, she remembered with a start that the key to her chastity was round Teddy’s neck, and only Winston had a copy. Regretting an opportunity missed, she thanked the young, wide-eyed nerds who could not stop ogling her slut.

“Well done lads- Asswhore-sarah is needed elsewhere now, but call my cell sometime and maybe we can find a way she can thank you properly?” she teased. Sarah blushed deeply as Maisy reapplied the damp headdress and they exited with a tinkle.

After an amusing half hour at the bank, where the clerks continually amused themselves by using Sarah’s full name every time they addressed her, she had new accounts and cards in the name of “Asswhore-sarah Ophiophile Blackcockslut”

Probably more embarrassed by now than at any stage in her rehabilitation, she sat uncomfortably in the back of the pimpmobile as it returned home, coming to terms with her new identity, and confused as the spasms in her anus, slutnips, and, not for the first time, her stomach built. Sensing her mounting excitement, Maisy reached under her leopard-print silk and lifted one of her tightly cinched gourds by the first of its bone piercings. With her other hand she reached into her purse and retrieved a black flexible dildo about fourteen inches long, and well over two inches in diameter, with a sword-like plate near the end that defined where the weapon ended and the handle began.

Stroking the slut’s gourd, she whispered into her ear “did all that excite you, Miss Blackcockslut? Does asswhore-sarah need to cum?” she whispered teasingly. Biting her lip with sexual tension, she gasped  “Yes please Mistress”

Twisting her nipple savagely, the slut’s shiny brown lips opened in a moan, and Maisy offered it the tip of the bendy black dildo. Needing no invitation, Sarah threw her head back to straighten her oesophagus, and Maisy felt little resistance as she pushed the rubber monster firmly and steadily toward her stomach. Twisting the nipple even harder, as the black invader stretched her lips obscenely around its girth, Maisy watched the bulge travel down the contour of her neck, past the collar line, as her first humili-orgasm of the day ripped through her, and she savoured the cool clinginess that covered her scalp as she screamed silently around the rubber pole.

Whilst Sarah showered and changed, Maisy reported back to Teddy that his bride was now officially christened. Beaming widely, he turned to his cousin Roger

“ Now the slut is officially in her new life, we need to turn the wick up a bit, Cuz. The laundry boys are working on her chest after lunch. Ceebert needs her for a couple after that. Why don’t you have her for the rest of the day when he’s done and see if you can get her over this scat hurdle? It’s not my scene, but it needs to happen, plus her viewers are clamouring for it-they want to see her beg for it, and the PPV audience for that happening is potentially massive?”

“Leave it to me Cuz” beamed Roger. “I’ll start her training today. I know it’s the first thing she’s really struggled with, but it will happen. I’ll give you a timescale for the PPV when I’ve finished with her this evening.”

After a light lunch served by an increasingly feminine and pink Darcy, whose capacity to carry weight at her ball bag seemed limitless, during which Winston toasted the arrival to the household of “Asswhore-sarah Ophiophile Blackcockslut” with champagne, she was instructed to attend the punishment room where Rufus and Eric had an appointment with her gourds.

She was not naïve enough to think that the ruination of her once perfect breasts was complete, but, painful though they were, the ministrations of the laundry crew did result in her headed towards the shape her masters required of her. The increasing pleasure she derived from breast pain no longer troubled her and, although their breast reshaping techniques went beyond the point where her brain processed it all as pleasure once sufficiently aroused, she no longer dreaded seeing the two heavily muscled artisans.

Clad in a catsuit that was cut out to expose her gourds and crotch, but enclosed the rest of her in semi transparent pink latex which felt reassuringly sensual, but still offered an unrestricted view of her tattoos, she felt the inflation bulb of her pussy bladder bang against her thighs as she walked, keeping a sort of harmony up with the ever present tinkling of her labial bells.

Entering the punishment room, she saw the familiar musculature of Rufus and Eric, but also clocked someone new.

A tall white guy, somewhere in his thirties, accompanied the laundrymen.

Brown eyed, with short brown hair, glasses, and a neat goatee, he was introduced to her as “Master Pedro” quite good looking for a white guy, Sarah curtseyed and then stood to attention as Rufus spoke.

“Hi Asswhore-sarah-nice to see you again. I love the outfit-shows all of your assets off to perfection, but lets those wonderful cinched gourds point south like they were always meant to. Love the new jewellery too- the bones really suit you. We will only be working on the breast meat today, so the jewellery can stay in. I think they must have got those nipples up to six inches in diameter now, which is a great achievement. Master Pedro here is the foremost lifestyle expert in breast modification. Up until now we have kept it in house and black, but there is no black master that we know of with his expertise. As we reach the limit of the stretching we can perform on your gourds, which we shall do in a few weeks, he will be taking over and carrying out the next phase of your breast and nipple modifications. This will not happen for some while yet, so no need to concern yourself unduly. Today all he will do is observe, although before we start, he needs to examine and measure you very accurately in order to prepare certain aspects of your journey in advance.

I will just give you today’s dose of cellular restructuring medicine, and then while it works Pedro can check you out- then we are giving your gourds a really thorough going over in an attempt to get them in the twelve inch cinches ahead of schedule.

With that, Eric appeared and lifted her left gourd while Rufus unbuckled the cinche. Sarah gasped in pain as the blood rushed back into her left breast, and the whole gland was swamped with a sensation of pins and needles. As they unbuckled the other, and the blood flow returned to normal, it was immediately apparent that the cinches had altered her breast shape for ever. Even unfettered they now hung toward her waist, the dark areolae pointing toward the floor like gold-rimmed headlights as her once proud titmeat now surrendered totally to gravity.

Lifting one gourd over his arm like one would cradle a kitten, Rufus held the breast marrow-like at right angles to her chest, and Eric sank a long thick needle deep into her breast, and depressed the plunder slowly, filling her with the cellular restructuring juice that would make the way they left her bosom at the end of the afternoon session permanent.

Repeating the procedure with the other, they left the venom to work, as Master Pedro appeared, clipboard in hand, and spoke.

“Hi Asswhore-sarah. It is a pleasure to meet you. Teddy has been a fan of my work for some while now, and it was a great honour when he told me you had been selected to be the subject of one of my new procedures. I cannot discuss in with you yet, but I need a totally accurate picture of your breast structure, and to a lesser extent your whole body so that my technicians can prepare for your journey. All I am doing today is measuring, so relax”

Despite the softness of his voice, Sarah could tell this man had a sinister focus, and was wary of him in the same way she was of Roger. How ironic that Roger was in danger of becoming her most intense orgasm provider?

For a full half hour, the tall white boffin measured ever inch of her. He measured her nipples to the nearest millimetre, weighed her breasts as best he could with scales to try and judge how much substance they contained. He took their circumference, the distance from where they met her chest underneath to the rim of her areolae-you name it, he measured it. The part that took the longest, however, was the care he took in positioning her breasts at precise right angles to her chest, and then precisely charting the distance from the very tip of her teat to the very base of her breast where it became rib….almost as if he needed to know their depth.

Finally satisfied, he left, and Rufus and Eric strapped the somewhat bewildered slut into the bondage wheel that Roger had so ruthlessly used to facilitate the beating of her breast undersides the previous day.

As the buckled her in, they sensed her worry at the significance of Pedro’s introduction to her training.

“No good asking us, slut- all we know is that he is considered an expert in his field of breast modification, and that he goes where no man has gone before…sorry we can’t tell you more”

Even more confused, she started to panic until the first pair of strong hands started stretching and kneading her gourd meat, now pillowy soft thanks to the drugs. As the other pair grabbed it’s twin, and her tandem breast defilement gathered fury, all worry about Pedro was forgotten, as for the next hour, they tried their hardest to pull her breasts clean off her chest, stretching squeezing and pulling her gourds until pleasure and pain became indistinguishable, and, despite herself, she felt her anus start to spasm harder and harder until one anal orgasm became another, and eventually a tidal wave of feeling that made her scream out in either pain or pleasure, or both- easiest to call it euphoria really?

As she fought to retain consciousness, she again felt the pyloric sphincter in her stomach speak to her, and she thought of the snakes and how only they could reach that part of her.

After an hour, it was done, and her gourds, scarlet from abuse, hung nearly to her waist.

Pleased and impressed with their achievements, the laundrymen fetched the twelve-inch leather cinches, pretty in pink, and laced them tightly round her breasts, making them look alarmingly like balloons filled with water.

Pleased with their work they availed themselves of her mouth-urinal, as seemed to be their favoured method of reward, and left, leaving her with a belly full of piss and a chest full of restructured cells.

Her breast stretching sessions always took it out of her, and, although it was with reluctance that she peeled off the latex cat suit that felt so good, it was with relief that she settled back in Ceebert’s comfy leather tattoo chair and half dozed as he started on the next phase of her ink.

It seemed her paying audience had taken rather a shine to her snake adventures, and in response to overwhelming pressure, he was to add a second snake to her other leg. This one, however, was to go the full length from ankle to buttock, spiralling up her leg before also vanishing into her anus on the other side from the corn snake already inked in her skin. This snake was different, though-it was much bigger and fatter, and was a mixture of browns and greens. It looked more like a constrictor, thought Sarah as she dreamily watched her Master etch it into her skin forever. Due to its size, it would take several sittings, but he finished the outline, and then, in a rare show of self-indulgence, he added a third, very small snake, that crossed her pubis below the no-entry sign before vanishing to earth suspiciously close to the outlet of her catheter!

Sarah barely noticed the kiss of Ceebert’s needles, as the fire in her chest took a while to subside- but when he finished, and packed his guns away, she found she kind of missed it?

After another shower, she donned a light silk robe that would not stick to her new ink, and went down to dinner

Winston and Teddy were both there, and they talked enthusiastically about her day, constantly teasing her by calling her Miss Blackcockslut, although they had already decided privately that they would still refer to her as Sarah in private, only using her full name when it would humiliate.

Teddy opened her wrap and lifted her still throbbing gourds one by one.

“These are coming along nicely, slut. I think out of respect to all the effort we have put into them, you should rest them on the tale when you take your meals, one either side of your plate-they are long enough for that now”

As Darcy watched in amazement as what used to be her wife’s much admired chest flopped onto the table like two beaver tails, in response to her new husband’s command, she realised that Sarah was not to be spared humiliation even at mealtimes henceforth-so why was she smiling?

As Darcy served coffee, Winston cheekily snapped her pink suspenders as she bent over to serve Sarah. Looking down her satin camisole, she was shocked to see what was now a quite presentable pair of breasts peek out from their tactile envelope. Whatever Paula was giving her, it was working! Those huge brass weights at her balls still looked awfully painful though.

As they finished coffee, Sarah felt well at ease with life despite the pain in her gourds, and probably because of the throb of her newest tattoo.

That sense of well-being was shattered, however, by Teddy’s instruction that she spend the rest of the night with Roger, and should report to the pet store.

Waves of revulsion swept over her as she walked to meet her nemesis- even the soft tinkling of her bells didn’t relax her- but her pylorus was spasming with excitement.

As she entered the pet store, Roger was stood by the glass tank in the centre, feeding the corn snakes live mice. As he offered the treat to a vivid orange serpent, Sarah watched as his jaw opened wide to accommodate an unnaturally wide load, and felt a wave of excitement tinge with jealousy, as she remembered with surprising fondness what those magnificent reptiles felt like as they slid down her throat, and how she had wished that she could articulate her jaw like that.

Seeing her eyes light up, Roger knew that he was right, and that the seeds were well sown.

“Remember these, slut” he teased “The tank contains quite a few more than it used to- and that bondage horse in the centre has been custom made for you, unlike before- once strapped into that, you will be held totally immobile on all fours, spread wide open, for as long as I choose. The snakes will have unrestricted access to wherever you choose to make available to them. We also have some newer, more challenging inmates in the glass tanks along the walls, which you have not yet met, but can be added to the mix at any time. I have even stocked up on this” he teased, showing her a cupboard stocked full of high powered, long lasting antacid medicine.

Sarah gasped, partly in shock at the way he assumed she was ready for all this, but mostly at the way the waves of pleasure in her stomach threatened to make her legs give way. She realised it now- she needed a stomach orgasm-nothing else would do. Seeing that this man held the key to her needs, she decided that she would try and show him some respect, and bowed her head as she replied softly “yes Master, I remember them well”

“ Do you want me to strap you into the tank, Sarah?” he offered

“Yes Master, more than anything” she blushed

“What will you do to achieve that, slut?” he teased

“Whatever is required Master” came the whispered but truthful answer.

“Excellent-follow me” he announced, and led her out of the pet store, along a maze of corridors, until she came to a room she had not visited since her tour upon arrival-the ablution room!

Sensing what was coming, she gulped and went in. She had known for a while now that this was inevitable, but not with Roger…please not him!

Realising there was no escape now, she allowed him to slip her robe from her shoulders and, pausing to admire her multicoloured skin, he led her into a fully tiled room apart from everything else, and gestured toward two chrome rails set into the floor about a foot apart. Attached to the pair of rails was a rubber head harness, with ring gag. Atop the chrome rails sat a steel toilet seat. This was it-judgement day.

Trying not to whimper with fright, she tried to focus on the reptilian lovers that awaited her in the glass tank as he laid her on the floor and buckled her head into the harness.

“It is usual for this sort of training to use the ring gag the first few times, so as to remove any choice you may think you have in the matter- but you are our star pupil-I know you will capitulate willingly” he teased, as he finished fastening her bald head into the cage and dropped his pants and at on the seat, his black ass just two inches above her face.

As his sphincter came into view, her training took over, and her mouth started to salivate. She was trained to rim any black- and to crave to do so. Teddy’s voice from way back boomed in her head “ pleasure Sarah”, and her well conditioned tongue snaked out to adore her Master’s anus.

Just as she was losing herself in the act, and her tongue was in to the first piercing, she felt his muscles tense, and her tongue was pushed back by an irresistible force.

As his load forced her tongue out, and started to open her sphincter, Sarah tried to tell herself that this was her role in life, and that it was a gift from her Masters, but as soon as the tip of that mighty log approached her mouth, she felt the bile start to rise.

Sensing this, and determined to freak her out as much as possible, Roger relaxed, and the log eased back inside his body. Knowing her orders, and seeing a closed anus, the slut’s tongue automatically snaked out again to caress it, only to be pushed back again by the re-emergence of the turd.

Ten times he teased her like this, until as tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks, he pushed extra hard on the eleventh push and a mighty stool fully twelve inches long slithered into her obediently open mouth and filled it like a Boston cream pies does. Her brown lipsticked mouth could only take the first few inches, as her throat closed by a reflex that was all but forgotten, and the other nine inches of the delivery stood proud from her mouth for a few seconds, before breaking off and rolling down her cheek onto the floor.

Terrified of underachieving, Sarah tried to make herself swallow the load in her mouth, but couldn’t bring herself to chew it in order to swallow, and tears poured down her cheeks again as she lay there with the giant log in her mouth, unsure what to do next.

Pulling his pants back up, Roger knelt on the floor next to the shit- covered slut and angrily told her

“Such a disappointment, slut. We cater for everything that excites you, and the first time we ask for anything in return, you fail. You will eat that load, in it’s entirety, slut-rest assured of that. All you need is a little encouragement.

With that, she heard him rustling in drawers, and then returned with several packs of thick needles.

Unwrapping the first needle, he lifted her left cinched gourd by the bone piercing, and offered the sharp tip to her coal black areola.

“ Chew and swallow slut-one bite at a time” he boomed. Scared into compliance, she made the first bite, trying not to retch as the bitter taste invaded her mouth. As she started to chew, she felt the needle against her nipple break the skin. Feeling something new, she chewed a little more, realising that the taste was actually the same as she got when rimming, just much more concentrated. The more she chewed, the deeper the needle pierced her nipple, starting off her orgasmic journey into tit-world. Resigning herself to the inevitable, she swallowed the contents of her mouth, and as it slid down her throat, Roger thrust the needle fully four inches into her breast, right to the plastic hilt. Shocked by the sudden needling, she forgot her disgust, and swallowed until her mouth was empty, at which point she could moan with needle-pleasure as she was meant to.

“Good slut- that’s more like it- now the next bit” cooed Roger, as he used a spoon to load more of his shit into her mouth and unwrapped another needle.

Reminded of the taste, she felt the urge to vomit rise again, but the needle in her other nipple took her mind off it, and she chewed quickly, wanting to get to the part where he pushed the needle into the hilt. As she swallowed, Roger obliged, and she felt tit-world take over.

As Roger spooned the third and fourth loads in, she started to chew before the needle was applied. By the fifth and sixth, she was chewing before the needle was out of the packet. Seven and eight saw her chewed and ready to swallow as soon as the needle packet rustled.

By the time sixteen needles were embedded to the hilt in her nipples, and all of the shit was gone, she was swallowing automatically, and despite herself, she orgasmed herself unconscious.

It was fully a half hour before she had the strength to get to her feet and shower. As the scalding water washed the stench of the shit away, she tried to pretend that had not just happened. What did it matter anyway, she had proved herself, and now she would be reunited with her beloved snakes- maybe she would never have to visit the ablution room again?

As she dried herself and slipped her robe back on, she went out to face Roger, feeling she had earned her snakes. She was shocked to see Maisy there.

“Take this slut back to her room- no pet store for her tonight; she needs to do much better than that” he dismissed her

Sobbing and distraught, Sarah allowed herself to be led back to her suite for the night.

“ Did I do badly Mistress?” she asked as they entered her bedroom.

“No, slut, you did better than I expected” soothed Maisy as she buckled Sarah into the mating frame that sat unused till now in the corner of her room, and an excited Brutus padded in to give her her reward.

As Roger locked the ablution room for the night, Teddy and Webmaster Jay appeared

“ Book the PPV for two weeks time, Cuz” He said  “ She’ll be begging for it and meaning it by then”

                                   Deep Inside Sarah

                                         Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does anyone know yet?” asked Winston.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the way out, he stopped to ask Winston something

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That sounds lovely Master” she blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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