Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
62. I Will Do Anything For Love
Karen hung limp in her chains....there was little left of her will
after the hours of torment and experiments. Her eyes were glazed as
Mary lifted her head...so deep into sub-space was the girl that the
movement and touch did not even register. "She's had it...let's lower
her and leave her some time to recover. Slowly Tom and Jerry lowered
the girl to the floor...Harry Burns disconnected the leads and began
folding up the tracings. He had more than enough material to keep his
perverted little scientific heart and mind happy for weeks. Karen
moaned softly as her body rested painfully on the ice cold tiles.
There was not one part of her that did not burn, ache scream at her in
pain, but her mind registered little of it...hours before she had
slide into that world in her mind where there was nothing but
sensation, all thoughts gone. only a floating feeling of ecstasy. Tom
and Mary sat beside her on the floor and held the little slave. They
had watched as her body had been burned, whipped, fucked, used in
every possible combination of pain and pleasure, by the group...had
smiled as the slave had struggled, screamed and writhed, then felt the
first thrills as the girl surrendered...her body and mind overwhelmed,
and yielded for the first time to sub-space. Mary and Tom watched her
with eyes brimming with tears...this was the place they had striven so
hard to take their slave...this was their gift to her...not merely the
pain, the control and suffering, but the reward. Once Karen had found
it with them...she was truly theirs. There would be nothing she could
deny them, nothing she would deny them, and ever her reward would be
this gift. A place so deep within that it surmounted everything,
gifted as nothing else could. Gently Mary took a cloth and began to
wipe her slaves mouth. Cum leaked from every orifice, bruises covered
her, but there was such a look of bliss on the girls face that Mary
could nearly envy her. It was a place that she would never go, Tom
would never see save through the eyes of their slave. "I think we
should take her home now...she will need time to adjust...to recover."
Tom nodded and began to gather up their things. Handing them to Jerry
, he bent and picked up the slave, cradling her head against his
shoulder. Mary draped a sheet over her and they walked silently from
the room. Harry barely noticed their departure...but Helen watched
with envious eyes. she had never known that space herself...nor been
able to take someone there. She wished she could.
Lovelyldy trembled as she stood before LAGuardian.. she did not know
what to expect from him...here was an unknown. A gesture from him sent
her to her knees, only to be puzzled as he left her sight. She heard
him moving around behind her...then the opening of a door and the
sound of water running in a tub. Long minutes passed as she knelt
waiting, her eyes registering the sounds of glass and movement. At
last he called to her. his voice soft..."Come here girl." Lovely
started to rise.. then thought better of it and turned on her knees to
crawl to him. LAG reached down and taking one of her hands drew her to
her feet. Gently he maneuvered her into the full tub, and pressed
hereinto sitting. A soft sigh escaped her lips...it had been a long
time since she had taken a bath in a real tub. Bubbles surged around
her as she relaxed into the warm water. She had grown used to the
washing down that EvilKath had given her in the stable yards, the cold
water running over her flesh, but she had missed the luxury of a bath.
As the ache eased from her muscles she was surprised when LAG began to
bathe her with a sponge, moving the soft rough surface over her body
and welts. Obediently she parted her legs as he washed her inside and
out. Not a word was exchanged between them as he cared for what was
now his...his concentration fully on her body and the cleansing of
it...hers beginning to drift as her flesh responded to care it had
forgotten.
DebiJean paced...there was little that she could do..her eyes turned
worriedly towards the bed and the slave lying feverish in it. His temp
was down, but she could see that it would skyrocket once again when
the ice melted. All she could do was keep it as low as possible and
pray that Mary would arrive soon. Chuck moaned softly in a fever
delirium..his lips forming over and over...anything you want
Mistress...I love you. Gently she sat on the bed and stroked his
forehead...nodding. It was a strange feeling to know that he had grown
so devoted to her in such a short time. She watched the clock and
prayed.
FX was both happy and sad. Dude was recovering well...each day he
crawled from the bed and exercised, Fx walking beside him, helping him
to stretch and move the burned muscles. He spared no expense to heal
the slave he loved. Therapists came daily, medications were given
round the clock, a Jacuzzi had been brought in to help with the
healing...nothing the slave could want of need was neglected. FX
himself began to show the strain, he had taken little sleep, jumping
at every moan, and even the little he had gotten was not restful,
reliving each moment of his rape at the bar, the days in Dudes'
rebellious hands and his revenge acted in anger. His moans would
awaken Dude who would lie there watching him, seeing the pain his
owner was in, and then moan to waken him. He would hide the tears of
shame and pain for what he had caused FX to do, and allow his owner to
"wake" him..comfort him..but never reveal his knowledge of the pain FX
showed in his dreams. Neither knew what to do...but knew that the
situation could not go on much longer like this.
NuBaby lay awake, her tongue swollen and dry as she lay quietly on the
bed next to Tony. His snores were ones of deep sleep, a peaceful rest.
Gently she tried to move, wincing as the rings in her nipples pulled
against the raw pierced flesh of her tits and tongue. She could feel
the chains holding her in place and sighed...there was no way for
hereto escape. Stiffly she shifted trying to get more comfortable on
the bed, her eyes drifting to the face of the man who held her
captive. His face was gentle in sleep... still a little cruel around
the mouth, but not un-handsome. So very much had happened to her in
the past days, every touch had been one of pain, crippled, cut off
from her family with no one looking for her...a near escape and the
pain of punishment. Her mind followed the story of her use through her
body. Still her cunt and mouth burned with the pain of the
cactus...she wondered if she would ever be able to pee again, after
the treatment of the vacuum...God how that had hurt...she was afraid
to even beg for the use of a bathroom...would he attach her to that
again? She had always been proud of her body, taut and smooth, petite
and full of life..now it hurt even to breath..what would he do to her
next. As her mind tumbled over the endless pain of the last days, she
found a thrill racing through her clit, more she could feel herself
beginning to grow wetter. Her eyes flashed back to Tony's face only to
find his eyes upon her. With a gasp she dropped her eyes, afraid that
he would punish her for looking at him. Tony grinned and moved his
hand to touch her cunt. Trembling NuBaby raised her leg so that he had
access to her. His fingers explored deep into the lacerated flesh of
her cunt, the pain drawing a moan from deep within her, as to her
surprise her cunt responded, gripping his fingers tightly. "Good
sureibu. You learn quickly don't you little pain slut...what are you
cunt?" Shaking softly Nubaby struggled to form the words around her
protruding tongue..with a cry of hunger and frustration she yielded to
the knowledge that she would have to cause her own pain to answer, but
shed are not refuse to. "Ur CUnt...ThUrebu..thlave." the words were
barely intelligible, the pain bringing tears to her dark eyes and a
smile to Tony's face. Worse was the knowledge that her cunt gripped
and ground hungry on his fingers. Tony withdrew his hand and wiped it
on her extended tongue. "Well slave, I would be you are thirsty and
hungry...you have to earn your keep around here. Time to get up slut."
Her groan as he withdrew the hand teasing her flesh echoed through the
room. Rising he released her chains and rolled his bitch to the floor.
"Heel" Nubaby crawled after him, her head held down to ease the pain
in tongue and tits.
Arriving home Mary and Tom put the little slave to bed in their room,
chaining her securely at the foot of their bed. They were tired, but
happy, they knew now that this was going to be the slave they had
always dreamed of. Tucking a blanket around the sleeping girl they
closed the door and left her to sleep. Debijean heard them as they
made their way down the hall. "Mary!!! Chucks in a bad way..can you
come look at him? I am really worried he has been running a fever all
night." Mary turned toward DJ and saw the alarm on her friends face."
Tom have Tony bring me up some coffee and then you prepare the surgery
for me....I will be down in a minute." Swiftly she moved toward the
room, wide awake and all business...this was a call that she had
answered all of her adult life and even in retirement it held its
claim on her. Adrenaline rushed to wake her as she raced to assess the
slaves needs. DebiJean stood by ready to help, as Mary cut away the
bandages on the skinned cock. "Damn..he is rejecting the graft...we're
gonna have to operate..see how much damage has been done." DebiJean
turned pale ..."Castrate him?" "That might be the only option, but I
am going to try not to. He may not be functional though." "I don't
care as long as he is alive." Mary looked up as Tony brought in a cup
of strong black coffee. Accepting it Mary gestured to the fevered
slave on the bed..."Get him down to surgery and prepped Tony. Ringers
Lactate and Dextrose, cross match him and see if we have enough blood.
if not call Sam at the hospital." Tony nodded and bent to lift the
tall slave off the bed. His muscles strained and a soft grunt escaped
as he settled the heavy weight in his arms, and carried him from the
room. Mary hugged DebiJean..."It will be ok...he is not in any major
danger...why don't you get some rest while I shower and get ready."
"Thanks Mary I know that you will do all you can, but..well I am
responsible for him...and his condition...I want to be there." "I will
make sure you are...it will be at least an hour before we are
ready...go rest and eat something..he is going to need you
afterwards." DJ nodded and walked toward her room to lay down with
rabidchia...she would not sleep, but could hear the wisdom in Mary
swords. Chia snuggled against her Mistress and sighed in her sleep.
Mercis night had not gone well...the stew prepared and the fire banked
she had tried to relax and not draw attention to herself. Skruffy had
been busy in the tent, and she did not want to know what he was up to.
His cheery whistle told her that whereas it might be something he
enjoyed there was no guarantee that she would. She had not been
surprised to see Shadowmaker appear from the darkness. But was
startled when he ignored her save for a nod, then entered the tent.
Merci looked around...the isolation of the tent insured
privacy..but...her head turned to look at the men moving around in the
tent...it did not bode well for her receiving a quiets night rest.
Silently the girl turned back to stare into the fire. She did not hear
the men pull back the tent flap nor their footsteps until she was
grabbed from behind. A yelp of fear escaped her mouth as she was
roughly held and a gag thrust deep into it and tied. Her eyes glared
as she struggled, the men intent upon removing her garb and barely
noting her thrashing. Between them it was but a minutes silent work to
tie her hands and feet together behind her and lay her on her back on
the ground. Mercies muffled protest went ignored as they arranged her
body before the fire. Skruffy forced her knees wide apart, and teased
her nipples to full extension before turning to ladle some of the stew
from the pot. Mercie did not understand what was going on, why they
had tied her this way. She could feel the light sparks from the banked
fire landing softly on her flesh and hear the pops of the logs as it
burned slowly. Smiling Shadowmaker rose and entered the darkness
beyond the light. Mercie neither saw him leave or return, until he
stood above her...then she caught sight of the form looming over her
next to him. She could not tell whether it was male of female, the
dark cloak hid those aspects of the persons form, but she could feel
the menace rolling off of the person. Shaking, she struggled to follow
the person with her head as it walk to stand between her legs, frantic
sounds of fear escaping the gag as a small gloved hand exited the
cloak to reveal the glint of a sharp knife blade. She could not raise
her head far enough to see as the form knelt between her legs...and
nearly left her skin behind as a mouth gently covered her clit sucking
and teasing at it with quick flicks of a tongue. All to soon Merci
found herself writhing and moaning not in fear but the gentle rise of
need in her loins. So deep was she in the grip of the sucking and
probing mouth that she did not notice the sharp prick of the knife's
point, only the mouth that moved to suck gently at her thigh..........
Eisanna and Gene had spent the day teasing and playing with wildrose
and lizette...neither slave knew what to do with themselves... It had
been a day of rest and gentle rides...lust and languish in the sun.
For Grimli it had not been so pleasant. Bound to the hitching rails
his mind cast back a forth between the pain in his groin and the
nipping bites of the flies. The heat too had taken much of the fight
out of the rebellious slave. He had been denied water, food and shade,
standing bound to suffer for the battle he had given that morning.
Worse had been the torment of the girls. Several times they had been
brought over to kneel and service his cock, teasing it erect only to
have the pain scream through his body and de-construct their hard
work. Slowly it began to work into his brain that there was no
escape...no way to stop them from tormenting him until he broke. He
maintained his rock hard stand, his stubbornness until the California
sun finally defeated him. His flesh blistering red from sunburn,
tongue dry to the point of feeling he had swallowed the Sahara,
brought him to his defeat...As Eisanna and Gene brought the ponies
inside to bed them down for the night, his cracked parched voice
called to them, begging for water, for relief. Gene smiled and
continued into the stable. The slave would wait until he was ready to
release him. Finally his mare was settled for the night, her body
satiate and resting in the straw a smile on her tired face, as she
remembered the joys of pleasing her Master. Wildrose too settled down,
tired and joyous. She had spent the day being praised, stroked and
pleasing her Mistress. Gene gathered up a bottle and a bucket on his
way back outside. Approaching Grimli he looked at the slave and then
held the bucket up for the slave to drink. Held so that he had no
choice, Grimli plunged his face into the bucket and drank deeply until
Gene pulled it away. His thirst was not gone, but Gene knew better
than to allow the dehydrated male drink fully. Pouring some of the
contents of the bottle on his hand he began to rub it into the
inflamed and tormented flesh, a hiss of pain escaping as Gremlin's
skin shouted the pain of his sunburn. Coating the slave fully, Gene
offered again the bucket of water, allowing the slave to drink again.
Gratefully he did so, the tepid water tasting better than anything he
remembered. Eisanna brought out the head harness and bit..eyeing it
Grimli reluctantly opened his mouth as it was presented. Strapping it
tight so that the bit pulled hard in the slaves mouth. she lightly ran
her fingers over his hard flesh. A shiver raced down Gremlin's back at
her touch. Gene slapped his flanks and bid his sleep well as he and
Eisanna made their way towards the house. A groan of despair escaped
Grimli as he realized that his punishment was not over...he would
spend the night spread eagled and victim to the mosquitoes. There
would be little rest.
Glen woke next to his bride to be...and stroked her....rising he
prepared her to the trip back to the Foxfire's. Brandy looked at
him...she was ready....... Will you Raise Me Up? Brandy watched in
silence as Glen drove. It was the first time she had worn clothing
since the party and she felt honored to be allowed to sit in the front
seat with him. Glen kept looking over at her, watching to see if she
was going to change her mind, it was a dream come true for him. Not
only had she agreed to marry him, but she herself had requested the
amputation of her lower legs. Never had he thought to have a woman,
much less a wife who accepted so willingly his choice of use for her,
to nearly overnight accept him and Bruno, fully and completely. He
felt as if he were in a fog. Brandies own thoughts were in a
whirl...she herself did not believe what she was wiling to do to be
loved, to belong to someone. Already she was deaf, could not hear or
speak, but now, she was volunteering to be crippled, all in the name
of love. Mentally she shook her head...when did she grow to be so
crazy. Her eyes turned back to the road and she watched the freeway
traffic as she pulled nearer and nearer to her fate. How many of the
people in the cars out there would go so far for love...
Dawn rose on Grimli, exhaustion showing clearly on his face, he had
stood so long in one place that he did not think he would remain
upright if released. His mouth was dry as he moved the bit about in it
and his balls in agony. A puddle grew beneath him as his bladder
finally let down while he watched the sky grow lighter, with little
hope. Worse was the insidious itch that crept over his skin, the
mosquitoes had fed happily and well all night. Cocks crow came as the
sun crested behind his back. It made little difference to him, he
would remain where he was until released. Gene watched the slave from
the window in the kitchen....sipping at his coffee he evaluated the
condition of the slave being punished and broken. Sighing he placed
the coffee down, and looked towards the stairs leading to the second
floor. He preferred his slaves to come willingly into training, to
embrace their desires...but this one...he did not know where Eisanna
had acquire him, but he had been asked to train him and train him he
would. Gene took pride in his work and his reputation, he had never
failed, and would not do so now. Opening the door he walked across the
yard to care for the slave. Grimli barely registered the sound of
footsteps behind him, after a full day of pain ad standing in the sun
and then through the night, he cared about little but the next moment,
the next insect bite. Gene noted the lethargy of the slave as he
picked up the water hose. Turning the spigot on , he waited until the
water ran clean and cold then played the hose over the slaves body.
The shock of the cold water threw Grimli forward in his bonds, a moan
of pain escaping the bit. His gray eyes sought the man with the hose,
but what faced Gene wasn't the storm clouds of the day before, instead
a plea for release and water. Gene turned the hose to fill the bucket,
letting the water spill sparkling over the sides. Grimli's eyes
watched as the water he so craved was wasted...the bucket gleaming in
front of him...out of his reach. Satisfied that the slave was wet down
thoroughly, Gene went into the barn and returned a few moments later
bearing a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. With silent
efficiency that told of many years experience, he began to scrub the
slaves flesh down, the brush moving rapidly but almost gently over the
bitten, sunburned flesh. A groan of near pleasure sounded in Grimli's
chest as the brush scratched the itches he had not been able to all
night. He flinched but did not try to escape when Gene ran the brush
over his genitals nor even when the hose was forced within him to
clean him out. It was such a relief to just stop itching for a moment,
and his eyes never left the bucket. Finally satisfied that the
stallion was as cleaned as he would be, Gene loosened the bit and held
the bucket up so that he could drink. Grimli had never tasted anything
so sweet in his life.......
.Mary was finally ready. Assuring herself that chuck was a stable as
he could be, and that all of the monitors were working, she laid out
the surgical instruments and had Tony fetch DebiJean. All that could
be seen of chuck was his head and genitals as he lay semi-conscious on
the operating table. DJ entered the room and stood by his head out of
the way, her hand stroking and comforting the slave. Mary had giving
him something to relax him and for the pain, and soon the injection
would be given to take him all the way under. Tom stood by ready with
the oxygen and halothane mixture to keep the slave deep during the
operation. Mary cut away the bandages surrounding chucks cock...even
though she had been hardened by many years of surgery, her eyes
widened as she looked at the infection raging on the organ. Sadly she
looked up at DebiJean and shook her head ...no. With a sigh of regret
DJ nodded...it would have to be. Mary set to work, her scalpel
delicately cutting and removing the slaves cock... separating out the
urethra and moving it, the corona and the catheter aside, she worked
to cut away the infected flesh before the infection spread further.
Gently she resectioned out the vans clamping them off, he would not
have to lose his balls as well and she just might be able to leave him
that function. Her hands moved carefully and rapidly, clamping
cutting, resectioning out the main nerves and veins, finally after
nearly an hour she was ready to deal with the urethra. Gently but
steadily she pulled the catheter leaving the Foley bulb. DJ continued
to stroke the unconscious slaves head. Mary settled in for what would
be the hardest part of the operation. Measuring carefully she cut the
urethra, leaving only 2 inches outside the groin proper, then trimmed
the majority from the corona, she would have to work swiftly now,
there would be few minutes before the detached cock heads cell would
begin to die. Deftly her hands matched up the veins, snipping them to
match up. Tony handed her suture needle after needle as she worked to
sew the veins and the main artery in place. She released the hemostats
and watched as the dusky blue head began to pinken again. Noting a
drop of blood escaping, she placed another of the tiny stitches to
seal it. Taking a deep breath and stretching she prepared to match up
the ends of the urethra. This was a relatively easy part, her hands
could nearly perform the movements without direction from her. Once it
was stitched she reinserted a shorter catheter and released the
Foley...urine flowed freely....good she was in the home stretch. Only
the vans and the reattachment of the corona remained. 45 minutes
passed before she looked up and snapped her gloves off..."I don't know
how much feeling he will retain DJ, but that is the best I can do."
"Mary...thank you...I know what ever happens now...you did your best."
DJ looked down at the slave and then back at Mary, Tom and
Tony..."thank you all for all you have done." Hanging another bag of
blood and of Dextrose they left the slave to recover and sleep. He
would be monitored, but...the rest was up to him.
Lost in the throws of orgasm, Merci had barely registered the pain of
the cut, but finally the aftershocks left her dazed but aware. She
looked into the eyes of a woman. The woman had thrown back her cloak
and was watching the slave, her lips crimson with the slaves blood.
Confusion and pain raced across Mercies face as she looked desperately
for Skruffy and Shadowmaker. She did not understand why her thighs
hurt so badly, or who this woman was. The woman smiled at her "I am
Duggan...and you my love are delicious...Skruffy has been kind and
offered me dinner tonight. I know that it amuses him." Merci struggled
to look at Skruffy. She did not understand. Skruffy laughed...."Your
it sweetheart...her meal for tonight...and I don't think that she is
finished yet. Merci began to shake her head no as it dawned on her
what he meant...he couldn't...this was obscene...it was worse than the
knives. Duggan threw back her head and laughed. "Lets take her into
the tent...we can be a bit more private there." The men agreed and
lifted the slave from the ground. Merci could feel the slow trickle of
blood leaking down her thigh. Nothing had prepared her for this
horror...her eyes followed the bright silver of the knife as Duggan
approached her. Silently the woman settled upon Merci's belly, her
small hand caressing the gentle curve of her breast. it was with
intense fear and horror that Mercie watched the point of the blade
approach her breast, felt the first nick beneath her nipple and the
trickle of blood that followed. A gasp of fear escaped the gag as
Duggan lowered her mouth to the blood and began to lick slowly, then
to suck. Slowly Merci's whimpers of fear and pain turned to moans of
need as she felt the blood being drawn from her tit. Skruffy and
Shadowmaker smiled, she would get over her fear of knives very soon.
Lovelyldy had never known a man like this. She had expected him to
whip her, or hurt her in some way, but instead he had treated her with
gentleness, bathing her, papering her, massaging her flesh. her feet
had barely touched the ground the entire time she was in his
possession, but always she could feel, knew who was in charge. This
was a man who knew exactly what he wanted from her, and she knew
instinctively that he would not repeat himself, he was to be obeyed
the first time. LA watched her like a hawk, measuring her responses,
gauging her reactions as he manipulated and explored her flesh. He
could feel a slight tremble in her flesh as he touched her, fear or?
He could see that she had been hard used, knew about the races, and
wanted her healed before he touched her fully the first time. gently
he massaged the oils into her skin, treated the cuts on her mouth. By
the time he was through..she was breathing hard and her mons was
swollen and wet....soft moans of hunger escaped her as she tried to
draw him closer to her. "No...rest" his voice was low and firm. Gently
he drew the covers over her and lay beside her. He did not fear that
she would try to escape. But he did not want her active yet, she
needed to heal for his purposes. Turning towards her he settled heavy
arm over her shoulders and went to sleep. With a whimper of
frustration Lovelyldy obeyed, closing her eyes to rest.
Jessann shook before Bear....the last few days had pushed her far
beyond any limits she thought she had. He had stripped her of
everything, every limit, every rebellion, every portion of herself,
and she had gone willingly into her slavery. He controlled everything,
her diet, her bathroom privilege, even down to the way she walked. Now
he was demanding that she torture herself. He had set her in the
playroom, among all the toys, and given the order. "Choose and torment
your flesh for my amusement." Her mind raced, clamps, uh...catting
myself..no that won't work, ummm dildoes...she could see him growing
impatient. She moved to the draw containing the dildos and chose
two...maybe this would please him. Gulping she knelt on the floor in
front of him. With a cry of pain she forced first one then the other
into her anus and cunt dry. Rolling to her back she began to fuck them
into her sluttishly one at a time. Her eyes caught the bored look on
his face. Slowly a blush crept up her face...she was failing at the
first task he had set her. "You are failing slut....you can do better
than that...each time you fail is a mark on you." A mark on me?
jessann tried to figure if he meant against her. Until she looked
up...Bear held a bright red lipstick in his hand...Leaning he wrote
the word "FAILED" on one breast..."When there are three you will be
punished. Jessann groaned in anguish...there had to be someway to
please him...just had to be........
Gene and Eisanna got the girls ready for the day, grooming and
hitching them to a cart. Carefully they loaded a picnic basket in as
well as food and water for the ponies. Grimli watched with glazed
eyes, he could already feel the heat of the days sun burning down on
his back...and those damned horseflies were back. Gene watered him a
last time and then set the bucket where he could see it. Slapping the
stallions flank goodbye, he mounted the seat of the cart and snapped
the whip over the girls asses. As one wildrose and lizette stepped out
the wheel s of the cart making a cheerful chirring sound as they moved
off towards the far tree line. Grimli watched them go..a soft groan of
longing echoing deep within. He looked at the water bucket out of his
reach...and sighed. it would be a long day.
Karen woke in the darkened room as Mary and Tom finally came to
bed...every point of her body ached and screamed in pain, but her mind
languished, strangely contented. She did not remember much of the
evening, once the pain had overwhelmed her..there was nothing but
sensation, one after the other, building, cresending all that she had
ever known and a feeling of bliss and peace. Her eyes watched as the
couple moved around in the bedroom silently. Gently trying not to wake
the already awake slave they settled into each others arms to sleep
for a bit. Karen watched them with contented eyes...she did not know
what had changed...but it felt...right somehow.
NuBaby had waited in the kitchen through the long hours of the
operation. She did not know what had occurred only that even her owner
had seemed concerned. She glanced over as the door opened and Tony
entered. He placed a bowl before her on the floor and her stomach
rumbled. There was no way for her to eat with her tongue so far
extended from her mouth, she could only look at what he set before
her. The silver bowl contained a mix that if someone had suggested
that she eat it a week ago, she would have laughed in their face...now
she was grateful for it. The dark brown of coffee was redolent with
the smell of urine, lumps of fat and cold meat floated in the liquid
alone with a raw egg and swollen stained grains of rice and bread. She
felt Tony's hand release her chain between tongue and nipples and
waited quivering for permission to eat. "Go on..you will need your
strength Sureibu..eat" NuBaby did not wait for him to change his mind
but plunged her face into the mess before her, trying hard to ignore
the taste, concentrating on the nourishment it gave her. She barely
noticed as he stroked her cunt, opening it and pulling the lips
outward until he snapped heavy clamps onto them. A scream bubbled up
from the mess her face was buried in. His heavy hand slapped hard down
on her ass, warning her to hold still no matter what he did. Clipping
heavy chains to the clamps he attached the other ends to a low wheeled
cart and began to load it with cleaning supplies. Nubaby finished the
last of the mess in the bowl as he finished, licking to get every part
of it. It had felt wonderful to have her tongue move freely, to ease
her thirst. "Now you earn your keep cunt." Tony rehooked the chain
between nipples and tongue...then hooked another chain to them.
Yanking it...he turned Nubaby in the kitchen and led her forward by
the leash. A scream of pain rang out as the cart pulled unmoving on
the clamps embedding themselves in her cunt lips. Tony was relentless,
and Nubaby was caught between having her tongue and nipples pulled out
or her cunt in agony. She lunged, bringing herself nearly to her belly
as the cart finally moved, her cunt lips aflame in pain...she could
feel the flesh stretch and tear as she dragged the loaded cart behind
her, tears dripping from her eyes. She had no choice, she would follow
and earn her meals.......she was sureibu...slave....owned.
Brandy looked over at Glen for the last time as they turned into the
driveway....this was it...once she crossed that threshold there was no
going back. Taking a deep breath she nodded...she was ready.
