This story contains intense, graphic details of the life of a formerly
willing sex slave named Pooch. It is not intended to be read by
children or those that are offended by such material. It is a work of
fiction containing acts that are not recomended for emulation in the
real world. It is an on going story that will continue as long as the
readers indicate a strong desire for it to do so. Your email is the
expresioin of choice.
Pooch’s Story (Part 5)
The Trial (Part II)
The first two tests had brought Pooch to the very brink of loosing her
mind. While her intellect said obey, do
exactly as your told or else the hurt will be much worse her body only
perceived that the more she obeyed the
worse the hurt became and it was time to run away from the pain. The
urge to close her eyes and curl up into a
tight little ball was overwhelming. During the short break between
tasks Pooch’s intellect was able to regain a
larger proportion of control but she feared that blonde fingering her clit another task that
tested her endurance to pain would be more
than she could handle.
She would get a break from pure pain. In its place would come pure
shame.
Having been instructed in the requirements of task number three Pooch
crawled over to the couch where the
four male jurors were seated. Her back was arched and her dangling
breasts swung from side to side with each
stride. Mouth slightly open she licked her lips and forced a smile
trying to entice the strange men to mount
her. Pooch was a bitchslave, part human, part dog. Her task was to get
all four men to come at the same time
using her entire body but not touching their sex organs with her
hands. Most importantly they had to
convinced that she was enjoying every minute.
Enjoyment was going to be the last thing that she actually felt. Pooch
was no slut. She was an intensely
private person, painfully shy and ashamed of her need to be dominated.
The main reason she had not left Ed,
when she was given the opportunity, blonde fingering her clit was that she couldn’t see herself
going out into the real world and
finding someone else that could take his place. What would people
think when they saw the marks of ten years
of subjugation covering her body. She would be too embarrassed to
expose herself to anyone else but Ed.
Now she had to make out like a common whore soliciting sex from
strangers she could never like. The
problem was her life depended on it so the licking tongue, swaying
hips and swinging tits advanced forward.
As she neared the edge of the sofa Pooch leaned foreword rubbing up
enticingly against Steve’s leg with her
cheek sliding up and down, sticking out her tongue and panting softly.
She then slid her face farther up until it
contacted the surgeons crotch pushing her nose deep into the crevice
until it massaged the very erect penis.
Getting these men aroused was not going to be much of a problem but
how she would get all four of them off
at the same time was still a mystery to her.
After rubbing blonde fingering her clit up against his crotch for a minute she attacked his belt
buckle with her teeth then moving on to
undue the waist band and pulling down his zipper. Pooch then latched
on to the top of Steve’s boxers with her
teeth and pulled them down hooking them underneath his sweaty hairy
balls, exposing the excited cock for all
to see. She gave it a long slow lick from the base of his balls to the
tip of the slimy head and then moved her
performance over to Garret.
As she moved over Pooch swallowed the precum that her tongue had
picked up off the end of Garret’s penis.
The smile on her face belied the revulsion she felt. When she pulled
down Garret’s zipper and saw the yellow
stain on his white jockeys it turned her stomach. As her tongue snaked
through the fly toward his pulsing dick
she could smell the pungent smell of urine and thought, how could any
woman possibly want to do this for a
living? Softly and carefully using tongue and teeth Pooch pulled the
rigid snake out from blonde fingering her clit the protection of
Garret’s shorts. She used her lips to pull down the foreskin and ready
it for action. He breathed heavily trying
to keep himself cool and in control while all the while he really
wanted to shoot his load into the gentle mouth
he was quickly falling in love with. The look of desire never left
Pooch’s face. She kissed the cock head then
slid over to prepare Jordan.
There was nothing Jordan enjoyed more than being serviced by and
dominating white women. With Pooch on
her hands and knees prepared to expose his manhood with her docile
mouth he was in his glory. Jordan sat on
the sofa legs spread, his body language saying service me bitch.
Pooch had never had sex with a black man. She didn’t feel she was a
racist but still she felt that somehow this
was an another step in her degradation. It was Jordan who had come up
with the pussy whipping test. She
hatted him.
“Lets go bitch. Show me how much you love black cock”.
Don’t these guys ever wash?, thought blonde fingering her clit Pooch as her mouth worked on
freeing Jordan’s dick. The mingled
smells of sweat, urine and precum was turning her stomach. As her
mouth began inhaling the dirty dick she
heard Mark get up and pull down his own jeans. Apparently he had
grown impatient. He moved behind her
and placed his hands on her waist. Her rape was about to begin.
Jordan grabbed Pooch by the hair and shoved her head down on his cock
gagging her with his dick. At the
same time Mark thrust deep into the cunt he had so savagely whipped
just minutes before. Once again Pooch
was thrown into a world of pain she dared not try to escape. Garret
climbed on top of her hips, positioning
himself ahead of Mark he pushed into Pooches dark hole restretching
the skin just ahead of her anus that had
been torn preparing for the whipping, Each thrust by either Mark or
Garret seemed to rip her apart.
“Move it slut”, boomed Mark, “if I wanted a dead lay I’d be humping
Jasmine.”
Agonizingly Pooch started to move back and forth blonde fingering her clit in rhythm with the
two men at her rear. Each thrust brought
a fresh jolt of ripping, tearing pain. At the other end her ability to
breath was seriously jeopardized by the
smelly cock lodged in the back of her throat.
“What are you going to do about Steve?”, joked Jordan. “You seems to
be out of holes bitch”.
For Jordan it was funny for Pooch it was cause for more panic. What
could she do? She had to get all four
men off at once. Her mind raced. She was rewarded with clarity. Pooch
suddenly understood what she had to
do and how the previous tasks were in preparation for her rape.
Pooch grabbed her burning breasts with her hands hand started slapping
them together.
“I think she wants to tit fuck you Steve”, said Mark. “You better get
underneath”.
Steve slid his hips underneath Pooch’s tortured tits. Pooch lowered
her chest and grabbed Steve between her
tits pushing them together from the side with her hands squeezing his
throbbing cock. She started into a
rocking rhythm moving her rear back and forth her blonde fingering her clit chest up and down
and her head up and down together with
her chest.
Sweat poured out of her body in response to the strain as well as the
pain. She was exhausted.
As she sensed the men were approaching climax Pooch began to moan. She
thought she had better fake it.
Garret and Jordan shot their loads at almost the same time. Pooch
first gagged and then stifled a cough in a
desperate attempt to contain Jordan’s sperm within her mouth. The
stifled cough sent some of his seed up and
out her nose. She tried to snort it back in. “Mmmmm” she moaned as she
swallowed the vile load.
The two men fucking her pain centers came shortly after covering her
chest with cum and leaving her with a
dripping anus and cunt. There was a fair bit of blood mixed with the
jism dripping from her cunt. Pooch was
so relieved it was almost over.
She crawled over to Mark and used her mouth and tongue to clean up his
penis. Jordan was cleaned while
being serviced so he was OK. Mark was blonde fingering her clit cleaned next. Garret was the
nasty one to clean up since he had been
in her shit hole but at this point Pooch didn’t much mind. Soon she
had put away the blanket placed on the
carpet for her performance and returned the coffee table to its proper
spot. Eyes on the torture of Jasmine she
awaited task four.
“Did you enjoy your time with the boys?”, asked Marla.
“Yes mistress, I loved serving them”, came the reply.
“Would you like to fuck them again?.
“If it pleases you I would love to fuck them again”.
“Well, if they decide to let you live I am sure you will get many
opportunities, but now It’s time to see if you
can please the ladies. I am sure you will enjoy servicing them as much
as you enjoyed doing the men. Now
since using your hands directly wasn’t allowed when you did the men it
would only be right that they be off
limits with the ladies too. Obviously you can use your mouth on one of
the ladies. Greta was nice enough to
bring in this blonde fingering her clit very special device that she calls her Rebel Tamer. She
says one session with it will turn the
toughest man into a whimpering docile lamb”.
Marla held up a shiny black strap on dildo that was very large though
not monstrous, maybe two and a half
inches in diameter by a foot long. On the back end there was a rubber
cup shaped to conform to a girls crotch
with a series of thin, soft rubber fingers that would stimulate her
pussy and especially her clit as the dildo
moved back and forth. The business end of the Rebel Tamer had a
feature Pooch had never seen before.
Running up the entire length of the instrument were twelve pairs of
rings that looked like very thin metal
washers. There was a space of a couple of millimeters separating the
rings in each pair.
“You will notice these rings”, said Marla. “As this moves back and
forth in your hole the rings are pushed
together caching and pinching any flesh caught between them. The grip
isn’t strong enough to actually cause
much damage but I’m blonde fingering her clit told it feels like someone has gone to work on
your insides with a dozen pairs of pliers.
To add to the stimulation Greta has also brought in this special
lubricating cream mixed with avery special hot
sauce. It’s the hottest hot sauce we know of. Since it’s mixed in with
grease and not water soluble it stays
were it’s put for a very long time. You should find this combination
extremely stimulating. Now, spread your
cunt lips I want to see how much damage there is.
Marla came over to examine Pooch’s severely damaged vagina. Pooch held
it spread open for examination
with her finger tips.
“It looks pretty bad”, said Marla. Greta is going to have to make use
your ass hole. You will make these ladies
feel very special, remember that they are your mistresses as much as I
am when you are servicing them. I think
you should start with your dog act and then they will direct you from
there. You can lay the blanket down in
front of Shandra. I think she is going to stay blonde fingering her clit in her seat. Don’t
forget to thank the ladies when they’re
finished. I want a special thank you for Greta. Go ahead”.
With each new step in the trial Pooch was becoming increasingly
humbled. Where at first she thought she
could triumph over pain she found that the most she could hope for was
to keep her sanity and that was a huge
struggle that she had been on the brink of loosing several times. Her
sense of shame was being taken away
from her. It was another possession, a part of her personality, that
she was no longer allowed to have. How
much more of her personality will she be forced to give up? She was
acting like a common whore and now she
would be a lesbian whore. Though she still felt shame she could sense
this would fade with time and
repetition. This loss added to her sadness. Physically she was
exhausted. All her muscles ached from both the
earlier beating and the recent rape. Her breast were still on fire and
her pussy was hyper sensitive to any
stimulation blonde fingering her clit at all. A raging thirst was becoming a focus point. She
had been sweating profusely and hadn’t
had a drink since the afternoon. Pooch new that soon her ass would be
a new source of torment. It scared her
because in every previous task tonight the consequence had been worse
than she had imagined. There was no
reason to expect that it would be any different this time.
Pooch crawled over to Shandra, back arched tits swaying and rubbed her
cheek on Shandra’s red nylons. This
was the most revolting thing that she had ever done and it was only
the beginning.
Shandra grabbed Pooch’s hair with both hands and violently yanked her
head back. Pooch inadvertently
looked into Shandra’s eyes. The madam’s right hand immediately let go
of her hair and delivered a series of
three full force slaps to the slaves face. Pooch was stunned.
“What’s the matter with you? Are you stupid or what?, spit out
Shandra. “You know you never look a superior
in the face!!”
“I’m sorry mistress Shandra”, Pooch bawled. This was a new
humiliation. She was being blonde fingering her clit disciplined like a
dog by a total stranger.
“My shoes got a bit muddy on the way over here why don’t you like the
soles clean. I don’t want your salty
spit ruining the nice leather on top”. Shandra crossed her legs.
Pooch’s tongue went to work on the dirty sole.
It would have been a lot easier if she had some spit to keep her
tongue moist. After five minutes Shandra
crossed her other leg letting Pooch start on a fresh shoe.
“I think we may have found something you are qualified for”, said
Shandra.
After a while Pooch was instructed to pull down Shandra’s panty hose
and panties, using her hands, so that
they were just above Shandra’s knees. The red stained sanitary napkin
stuck to her panties indicated that
Shandra was in the middle of her period.
“Go over to Greta slave”
Pooch moved her cheek over to Greta’s beautiful muscular leg.
Much as Shandra had done before her, Greta snatched two handfuls of
Pooch’s damp hair and pulled them up
to her own face.
Pooch’s eyes shot to blonde fingering her clit the floor. She had learned her lesson.
When Pooch’s lips were directly in front of her own Greta planted a
long, wet and deep kiss directly on
Pooch’s dry mouth. It was the sloppiest kiss Pooch had ever received.
Greta’s tongue reached for Pooch’s
tonsils.
But, this was not an erotic kiss. It was a degrading kiss. The kiss of
death. It was an I can do whatever I want
to do to you, kiss. It was the kiss of Judas. It was a kiss so
overwhelming that Pooch felt that she had just
been buried alive under a hundred feet of cement.
Greta released the kiss, Pooch slumped back to her knees. She was in a
daze. She wondered, what had just
happened?
Greta brought Pooch back to her senses with a kick to the ribs.
The kick was hard enough to allow the metal toe on Greta’s stiletto to
break the skin but not break a rib.
“Turn your ass around, I want it facing me”, ordered Greta in a stern,
cold but very clear and distinct voice.
“Now blonde fingering her clit I am going to make sure your ass hole is large enough to accept
the Rebel Tamer”.
“And by the way, I wish you would do something about your breath. It
smells like shit. Lucky I have a strong
stomach or you’d be licking up puke right now”.
With that Greta leaned back in the sofa and with a strong, steady push
she shoved her stiletto heel straight into
Pooch’s waiting ass hole right up to the top. With no lubrication the
two sharp inside edges of Greta’s heel
cut into Pooch’s clenched sphincter. The edges cut right into the
muscle.
Pooch’s world exploded…..
She curled into the tightest, most tiny, most compact, most little
ball in the world. Her arm buried her head
underneath it. Her eyes scrunched shut tighter than they had ever been
scrunched shut before.
And for a second,… for a slow…….. delicious…… second the
pain went away.
Pooch’s body had wrested control from her mind. Her intellect was now
only an observer.
Then everything went black.
The suddenness of Greta’s attack cut through every defense Pooch
could raise.
First, there was the devastating blonde fingering her clit kiss, then before being able to
recover from that her ass is torn open by an
attack so brutal no one in the room could believe it happened until
they saw Greta shoving the ringed dildo
into Pooch’s bloody ass hole.
“I expect my pupils to have a higher tolerance for pain”, stated Greta
mater of factly. But since she isn’t yet a
student maybe I can let this one pass
Greta buried the pepper sauce grease coated phallus up to the hilt in
Pooch’s ass.
Maybe it was the heat that woke the slave from her blissful slumber,
but whatever it was she was soon
screaming and writhing hysterically on the carpet.
“I’m burning up!!”
“Help!! ”
“Help me I’m burning up I cant stand it.”
“Help me please,”
“Please help me please…..”
Pooch continued on wailing and begging. She had no pride left.
For the first time in her life Pooch was totally naked for not only
her body had been striped bare but so had
her soul.
Pooch had lost.
Her mind had been replaced by a clean slate ready to be rewritten. She
would do what ever blonde fingering her clit she was told to do.
Her enslavement was absolute…….
“And I bet you all thought that my little test was going to be the
easy one”.
Greta had a huge grin on her face. She had barely started.
She slid of the love seat and sat on her heals next to the broken
slave.
Gently Greta picked up Pooch’s sweat drenched head and laid it down on
top of her lap. Her graceful,
manicured fingers smoothed the tangles from her hair and wiped the
tears from her cheeks. Slowly Pooch grew
quite, her ranting turned to sobs.
“You know there is nothing to be done about the burning dear”, Greta
said in a soft whispery voice. “Even if I
pulled out the dildo the grease would stay inside and your ass would
still burn. The only thing that would be
accomplished is that your chance to become a real, true slave would be
lost forever. You do want to be a good
slave don’t you”?
“Yes mistress Greta, but it hurts so much”.
“A good slave must learn to endure what ever her masters wish to
subject blonde fingering her clit her to. I know that sometimes it may
be terribly hard and seem unfair but that’s just how it is for a
slave. If it was easy there would be no point.
Now I am going to hurt you very badly. Don’t worry, no matter how it
may feel it will do you no damage and it
will make me feel very, very good. Isn’t that what being a slave is
all about, pleasing your mistress through
your suffering”?
“I guess so mistress”.
“You know how lucky you are?, Greta went on, “you were born for this.
It’s a part of your natural being you
want to be a slave more than you want anything else. Most of my
customers don’t have that advantage. They’ve
been sold by boy friends or by their parents or kidnapped of the
street. For them slavery is very hard.
“Now be a good girl and bury your face in mistress Shandra’s pussy and
spread your legs wide for me while I
attach these straps to myself. Now get Shandra to climax, I’ll take
care of myself. In a blonde fingering her clit few minutes the worst
will be over”.
Pooch obeyed Greta’s instructions.
She was starting to feel very different about herself. Greta was
right, she understood. Pooch thought, “I was
born to be a slave and my purpose is to serve the wishes of my
masters. I can’t keep thinking about myself or
my fate, I have surrendered that to others. All I have to think about
is pleasing my masters, nothing more or
nothing less. If I can do that everything else will take care of
itself”.
Pooch buried her face in Shandra’s snatch and it felt good.
It felt good because it was hot.
It felt good because it was very slippery wet.
It felt good because it smelled.
It felt good because it was hard to breath.
It felt good because it was so hairy.
It felt good because all the menstrual blood.
Pooch’s face belonged there. It was its natural habitat.
Her tongue reached out to lap Shandra’s pussy . She lapped it from her
ass hole to the top of her mons.
Pooch’s lips found the tiny clit and quickly engulfed it, blonde fingering her clit She sucked
it hard pulling it into her mouth. It tasted
salty.
Pooch win
