Diane
4. Slave Training: Day Three
Diane lay on her belly on a hard bench. The bench was about 4' high and 6'
long, with perpendicular bars about 2' long at each end, from which hung padded
leather cuffs. Her wrists and ankles had been locked into these cuffs. She was
naked but for the pair of high heeled pumps her trainer had painfully forced
onto her sore, swollen feet. "Today, slave", her trainer said, "we are going to
work on something that should be perfectly normal to any natural woman, and
that's taking a dick in your various holes. The male staff has, of course,
better things to do than spend all their time screwing your skinny ass, so we're
going use some substitutes". She opened a box so Diane could see a variety of
dildos. "Even you have probably heard of a dildo, though it doesn't appear
you've ever seen one. Time to get better acquainted". She pulled out an 8"
dildo and passed it back and forth under Diane's nose. "Open your mouth".
Diane hesitated. "Believe me, you want this in your mouth BEFORE it goes
anyplace else". Diane opened her mouth. "Wider. That's better. Now we just
slide him in. Raise your head a little. Just slide him in and out, a little
further in each time. Don't gag, just relax and let him in; hell, he isn't near
as bad as some of the real one's you'll have to suck. Relax, relax, just relax
your throat and we'll slide him down there. He won't stay there long enough to
choke you. You're not helping yourself with all this gagging and resistance,
just relax and let him in. Look, cunt, two things are certain, one, you ain't
goin nowhere, and two, our friend here is going down your throat. OK, that's
better just let him in, better, there he goes. Good, you've got him all the way
in. Let's just leave him in there for a while. My, slave, what big eyes you
have. I not going to let you die today. I'm just waiting for the right shade of
purple to bring him out. No, that's not right. Better. Better. THAT'S the
shade". The dildo was extracted. "Now that we've got you all flushed and
breathing hard, we'll put him in where you're used to him going". The mistress
started pushing the dildo into Diane's dry, tight vagina. "You'd be better off
if you could get in the spirit of the thing, but it's no skin off my pussy".
The somewhat moistened dildo made slow progress into Diane, with the mistress
shoving hard, each shove causing Diane to jerk her arms and legs and twist her
head; as it went in, she went from gasps to grunts to cries and finally to
screams. Once it was all the way in, the mistress began twisting and churning
it as Diane screamed. The mistress then pulled it out and shoved it back in
repeatedly while Diane cried. "If you think that hurt, dear, just wait", said
the trainer, as she plunged it into Diane's virgin asshole, "AHHHH - PLEASE",
Diane shouted. "PLEASE WHAT, SLAVE ? PLEASE STICK IT IN YOUR LITTLE BOY'S
ASSHOLE INSTEAD ?" With that, Diane confined herself to inarticulate groans and
screams as the faux phallus made its way into her and then was cruelly
manipulated.
At last it was done. "That wasn't so bad, was it ? It was, huh ? Well, you'd
better get used to it, cause what's a cunt like you for except for cocks to slip
into ? They're going to be in your mouth and pussy and asshole plenty once we
put you in service, and that's going to be soon, so get used to it. Loosen up,
stop acting like you've got something to protect. Taking in a penis is what
your pussy's made for; as for your anus, well, it's going in anyway, and
resistance just makes it hurt more. Now let's resume the training". With that
she extracted a bigger dildo, and they repeated the process, with Diane
screaming just as much. After each plastic prick had made the circuit of her
orifices, the trainer upgraded to a larger dildo. On the third dildo's circuit
Diane passed out while it was in her ass. On the fourth, she passed out when
was in her vagina. The fifth she passed out at the sight of; revived, she
licked it all over to lubricate it, since it was too big to fit in her mouth.
By greasing Diane's vagina and pushing hard and continuously, except when she
twice stopped to revive Diane after she had passed out, the mistress finally got
the monster in. "Now look at that, slave, you got all that in you and you
didn't bust. So you don't need to be afraid of any of the pricks you're likely
to find between anyone's legs. What you should be afraid of is that someone
will try to stick something this huge in your ass. Why do you look so scared,
slave ? You don't think I'd try to put cockzilla here into a novice, especially
one with such a little ass ? You look relieved. Stupid bitch, never think
anyone is going to give a damn about what's going to happen to you. Of course
I'm going to put this in your ass. Then I'm going to rotate and twist and churn
this sucker inside you till you're sure you're going to die, but you won't. The
main difference between training and service is that you won't die during
training". The trainer began liberally lubricating both the phallus and Diane,
then started the arduous process of getting it into Diane. It was a brutal
affair; local paralyzing agents had to be administered to Diane's arms and legs
lest her struggles break her bones, while stimulants were injected to keep her
conscious throughout the agony. By the time it was over the woman was
completely bathed in sweat, utterly exhausted, sore all over, and sick from her
ordeal. Diane wasn't doing very well either.
When the mistress had rested sufficiently, she poured cold water on Diane, then
used smelling salts, then gave her another shot, and repeated steps one and two
and at last awakened her. The mistress then put a belt around Diane's waist,
then fit a couple of slightly bigger than life size dildos into the strap that
went between her legs, inserted the dildos into her ass and cunt, and cinched
the strap good and tight, added a dildo gag for a sense of completion, tied her
hands to her neck, and then made Diane walk. The high heels, which despite the
great effort it had taken to squeeze them onto Diane's bruised and swollen feet,
had flown off during her struggles, were located at some distance from the bench
and forced back on. Unfortunately, it proved impossible for her to walk in
them, so she had to walk barefoot, which was itself excruciating. Diane limped
about the dungeon for the rest of the day, as the mistress explained the uses
and effects of all the instruments in the dungeon to the increasingly agitated
prisoner. This allowed them to observe her for bleeding and to let the drugs
clear her system before she was laid down. At last, quite some time after
Diane's peaches and cream complexion had turned quite pale - whether from fear,
pain, or fatigue was unclear - the belt and gag were removed, and she was placed
in a cage to sleep. The cage was 18 inches high, 2 feet wide, and 68 inches
long, with padded bars, so that as Diane tossed in her troubled sleep she would
bang into the bars, waking her but not damaging her. Eventually she would learn
to lay still, reducing the chance she might disturb the rest of whoever she had
finished servicing.
