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Chapter I, Chapter II

Chapter III

“Ok,” Gabby said as they entered the room, “I’ve a ton of work to do and you need it.  Take a quick shower and get back here.”

Jenny followed directions and soon Gabby did her hair and makeup.  Jenny was surprised at how good she looked after Gabby was finished.  “Now, it’s time for the dress.” she said walking to a sheer, see-through dress. 

The dress was gold, beautiful and expensive, but it was also see-through.  She couldn’t go out in this dress.  “Don’t start now,” Gabby stated flatly.  “You know how this goes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jenny said to Gabby.  These were the first words she had spoken to the young beauty.

“Now listen,” Gabby said, “You have an amazing body and this dress will look stunning.”  

Jenny had to do it, so she did.  She walked over and put on the dress.  The dress fit her body perfectly, it had been bought for her.  She looked into the mirror and was at first amazed, then horrified.

Jenny had an amazing body, with generous breasts and a tight round ass.  The dress accentuated every curve of her body, but was so see-through she could clearly see her nipples and pussy. 

“You’re almost ready,” Gabby said as she turned to grab a leather collar off of the dresser.  “Last piece,” she said happily as she fixed the collar around Jenny’s slender neck.  The collar was an inch wide with a ring in the front and a locking back.  Jenny heard the click of the collar locking in place.

“Now,” Gabbie turned serious, “you’re just fuck meat.”

She reached forward and hooked a leash to Jenny’s collar.  She turned and walked away, “Come,” Gabby ordered, pulling on the leash.  Jenny had no choice but to follow.

Gabby led Jenny out the front of the warehouse to a waiting car.  Blake was standing beside the back door. He was wearing an all black tailored suit. 

“There’s my cock sleeve,” he said as Gabby walked up to him and handed him the leash.  Blake looked Jenny up and down several times before nodding his head slightly. “Get in.”

Jenny climbed into the backseat of the limousine, followed closely by Blake.  He ignored her presence the entire drive to the restaurant.  When they arrived Blake took Jenny’s arm and looked her in the eyes.

“You will follow behind me at all times, and when we get to the table, you will kneel on the floor to my left,” Blake explained. “You will not touch your food with your hands.  You will use your mouth.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jenny responded mechanically.  She is trying to push herself into her safe place within herself. “I understand, Sir”

“You will make eye contact with any that want to look at you,” He continued, “ and you will smile.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The restaurant was busy and there was a large group of people standing and talking.  The car stopped and Blake stepped out, then tugged on the leash, pulling Jenny forward.

She caught herself, then stepped out of the limo.  That is when the talking stopped as every pair of eyes settled on Jenny and her body.  Everyone was staring, some scandalized, most leering at her.  She was a scandal, but nobody seemed to want to stop it, much less, upset Blake Thompson.

They walked into the restaurant and were escorted to a center table.  Blake led Jenny by the leash till she was standing to his left.  Her face burned with humiliation, but she wore a beautiful smile.  

She knelt as Blake sat in a comfortable looking chair.  The waiter arrived and looked with shock at the beautiful kneeling woman.  “Sir, I’m not sur…” he began.

“It’s fine,” Blake said, putting his hand on Jenny’s head. “She’s quite comfortable, I assure you. Isn’t that right, puppy?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jenny said with a smiling face.  She had been staring into the waiter’s eyes the entire time.  She tried her best to fulfill her monster’s needs.  She didn’t have a choice, but to disappear into her box.

Blake ordered for them both, two steaks, one cut into tiny pieces and put in a bowl for the “Puppy”.  Jenny’s shame knew no depths now.  She was forcing herself to look at everyone and smile.  

“Mr Thompson,” a middle aged man said. “It’s great to see you again.”

Blake looked up and grinned, “Barry, how are you?”

“I’m good, real good,” Barry said, his eyes never leaving Jenny’s body.  “Your pet is beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Blake said as he leaned back in his chair.  He placed his hand on her head.  Jenny smiled beautifully at Barry.  “You want to pet her?”  

Jenny almost burst into tears as these men spoke about her like a prized pet, an animal to be played with.  She fought them with all her strength, knowing punishment would follow if she slipped for an instant.

“Put your hands behind your head, Puppy,” Blake commanded and Jenny obeyed.  

She straightened her back and put her hands behind her head.  Barry came around the table.  This position put her gorgeous body on complete display.  Her dress did more to advertise her most private parts than to cover them.  

The man walked up and put his hands on her body.  He fondled her tits then put his fingers in her mouth.  Jenny was horrified at how this man casually felt her body, assaulted her, in a room full of people.  

Thankfully, the assault didn’t last long and the man thanked Blake for the opportunity before returning to his table.  The night continued and people would walk up to the table and talk to Blake about several things.  Many took the opportunity to assault the exposed Jenny.

When the food arrived, Jenny’s was put into a bowl on the floor.  “Eat,” Blake commanded as he picked up his silverware and began to cut into his steak.  Jenny knelt down and began to pick up pieces of expensive stake. 

After dinner, Blake led the nearly naked and completely humiliated Jenny back to the limousine.  Only once the door was shut did Blake look at her. 

“You did well, Puppy,” Blake said to her. “I'm proud of your behavior.”

The words filled Jenny with conflicting emotions, part of her felt pride at surviving the night and satisfying this man. Another part, a quieter part, felt revulsion for what she had endured.  The looks, the fondling of her vulnerable body.

“Thank you, Sir,” was all she could think to say.  Blake didn't say anymore and the drive back to the warehouse was made in silence.

When they entered the office, Jenny saw that Eric had arrived.  He looked better than when he left.  He had showered and changed clothes.  The swelling on his face had receded and he could look out both eyes now.

Eric looked shocked at seeing his beautiful wife walk in wearing such scandalous clothing.  Eric had never seen her look more stunning than she did at that moment.  Her hair and makeup were expertly done and the dress she wore made her look like something from a fashion magazine. 

Blake walked to his chair, pulling Jenny along by the leash.  When he sat down, Jenny, without command, dropped to her knees beside the man.  Blake reached over and put his hand on top of her head and said, “Good Girl,”

Eric was beside himself, “Jenny, what have they done to you?” he questioned as he saw her shutter from the compliment.

Jenny wanted to answer, but feared that Blake would punish her for breaking Rule Four.  She wanted to tell him that this was all his fault, that she was doing what had to be done to save their lives.

“She is becoming what she has always meant to be,” Blake said, “A Whore.”

“What are you?” Blake turned his head toward Jenny.

“A cock sleave, Sir.” She answered in a monotone voice.

“Yes,” Blake said. “You've always been a slut, but now you have an excuse to show it.  You have always wanted to kneel and serve, it's your nature.”

Jenny was horrified to hear those words.  She was not a slut, she was doing what had to be done.  She wasn't taking any pleasure from this treatment.  She has been forced to be an object all day.  Used and posed for the pleasure of others.  Seeing the desire in their eyes as they objectified her.  The degrading way they had spoken to her, saying that, “She's a good puppy,” or “You're a lucky owner.”

“Now watch,” Blake adjusted his grip on the leash and pulled Jenny closer.  She shimmied between his legs, a smile still plastered on her face.

“Now suck cock like your life depends on it,” Blake removed his cock from his trousers and held it out for Jenny.  Jenny didn't need to have the threat explained, she knew what she had to do.

Jenny leaned forward to take the large cock into her mouth.  The man was clean and his cock was well shaped.  She spread her lips and took it into her mouth.  She took the cock deeply into her mouth and still several inches remained.  She pushed herself.  The cock resisted her throat.  She pushed herself harder, the cock entered her throat.

It felt like her throat was a clenched fist, grabbing the cock as her body tried to heave.  She felt her gag reflex and pushed it away.  Giving the best blowjob of her life wasn't to fulfill her needs, it was to please this man.  This man who held her life in his hands.

She pulled her head back slightly to get more spit on the invading member.  Her saliva mixing with Blake's pre cum coated her mouth in a sticky, salty film.  She almost gagged again, before lowering her mouth on the cock again.  The head of the cock rubs against the soft palate of her mouth and the sensitive area of the tongue.  

Her throat closed again, trying to prevent the cock any access.  She pushed herself even harder and the cock began to slide into her throat.  Each inch felt like it was tearing her apart.  

She felt her nose press against the body of Blake and she knew she had succeeded.  She had taken his entire length into her mouth and throat.  Without pausing, she raised and lowered her head again.  It was easier this time, her throat was starting to unclench and accepting the cock.

She was a masterpiece, her glorious body wearing hardly anything.  She was on her knees with cock in her mouth.  She looked beautiful and alluring as she moved her body to please the cock inside her.  

Blake soon pushed her head back and said, “Take it on your tongue, don't swallow.”  Standing, he took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it before the kneeling beauty.  When he came it was in thick ropes of cum that he aimed into her mouth.

Jet after jet of warm, salty fluid shot into her mouth and she caught all of it.  She even leaned forward to suck the last few drops from the cockhead.  Her mouth was open, showing the sperm.

“Good Girl,” he said, placing his hand on the top of her head. “Now swallow.”  

Jenny did as she was instructed and swallowed the salty fluid.  She remained on her knees until Blake rose and led her into the center of the room.  From the ceiling was the rope that had once held her husband’s life.  He led her directly below the rope.

“Remove the dress,” Blake said.

With trembling hands, she worked the dress up and over her head.  The feeling of air on her naked body made her shiver as she stood.  Blake walked to the cabinet to grab leather handcuffs.  Using the cuffs, he secured her wrists together, then used the overhead rope to lift her hands above her head. He returned to the cabinet and picked up a muti-thonged whip.  It had roughly a dozen braided leather thongs.

“Now I’m going to truly introduce you to pain,” Blake said, pacing around the helpless woman.  Her hands pulled tight enough that she had to stand on her toes.

Blake circled her and swished the flogger around in a figure 8 pattern.  Occasionally he would add an extra spin to it that would cause the thongs to whistle as they cut through the air. With a skillful flick of the wrist, Blake racked the vicious tool across her back.

Jenny let out a scream as she felt thongs bit into her flesh, long lines of fire.  Her feet left the ground and left the woman hanging.  Blake didn’t wait long before he struck her again with a reverse swing that left a perpendicular trace of lines on Jenny’s flesh.

This was not a quick and brutal attack, this was slow and methodical.  Each swing brought the flogger on fresh skin.  No place was safe, her ass, her breasts, her back and belly.  Each strike brought up angry red welts, but did not break the skin.  Blake was almost an artist with whips and canes.  Jenny was soon broken and begging for it to stop.  

Eric was unable to do anything.  He watched his wife being whipped while he sat, handcuffed to a chair.  Anything he tried would only make things worse for them.  Blake had six guys sitting in the next room.  With a word he could have them all killed.

After almost an hour had passed, Blake summoned Gabby.  She came into the room, after a polite knock on the door.  She again wore a black skirt and white blouse.  She walked quickly up to the pair standing in the middle of the room. 

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she looked at the face of Jenny.  Her head hung low and tears had made a mess of her makeup.  She didn’t see any of the strongwilled defiant woman she had met yesterday.  The woman she was looking at was broken.  

“Make her cum,” Blake said as he continued to swish the flogger through the air.

“Yes, Sir,” Gabby responded. “Thank you, Sir!”

Gabby almost dropped straight to her knees with the eagerness she felt.  She had been attracted to this woman since she first met and has been waiting for this opportunity.  

She slid between Jenny’s legs, supporting one leg on her shoulder, and quickly put her mouth to Jenny’s pussy.  She let her tongue explore the new flesh it found and soon it was caressing Jenny in ways she never thought possible.  

Jenny was a mess, her mind and body were burning in confusion and pain, but also intense pleasure.  She couldn’t focus on anything due to the intense pain she felt.  Each of the welts placed on her delicate flesh was radiating pain and she must have a hundred of them.  

At first it was like a dim light in the forest, but soon it was a searchlight.  It was building, it was a place where the pain and the troubles couldn’t reach, it was pleasure.  

Jenny became aware of the angelic face of Gabby between her legs.  She felt her tongue moving and exploring her sex, her nibbling and sucking on her clit.  She didn’t even question right or wrong, she only searched out the pleasure of Gabby’s mouth.  It was then that the next blow from the flogger fell on a bare spot on her back.  A spot Blake had been saving just for this moment.

The pain coursed through Jenny’s broken form and flowed into the pleasure of Gabby’s mouth and the two forces broke through a wall and the most mind blowing orgasm of Jenny’s life came through it.  

Jenny’s body convulsed and writhed all over Gabby’s face as Blake continued to flog Jenny with light strokes.  Each slap of the flogger would send Jenny over the edge again.

After several moments, an unconscious woman hung in the middle of the room.  Gabby’s blouse was damp from the squirt that had accompanied Jenny’s orgasm.

Blake walked over to Eric and looked at him. “That is how you break a woman.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Jenny awoke to the sound of metal sliding on metal as the bolt securing the door was pulled back.  She had been lying on her belly throughout the night, but the sound startled her and made her roll over and curl up.  

Pain shook her as she accidentally rubbed the raw welts that ran up the back of her thighs and over her ass.  She moved to the corner of the room and pushed herself hard into it. She tried to make herself as small as possible as she felt the burning sensation of the welts covering her backside.

The door opened and Mr. Swartz stepped into the cramped room. “Get up,” he said gruffly. He took Jenny by the arm and raised her to her feet.  “Time to get you clean,” he said, leading her out.

They walked down the hallway and he guided her to a door on the left.  She opened the door and went in.  It was a modest sized bathroom with a shower.  Clean towels were on the countertop.

“You have twenty minutes,” he said, turning and exiting the room.

Jenny immediately went and turned on the shower.  When it was scolding hot, she got in and sank to the floor.  Tears flowed as the weight of her situation came to her.  She was an object now.  Because of Eric's gambling, she was now the property of a monster.  

She had never been used and abused like the night before and the trauma filled her as the hot water flowed over her naked body.  She knew the following days were going to be even worse.  She had to prepare herself for even more.  She had to make it through this.  

She convinced herself that she would shut herself down.  Put herself in a protected box within her.  A safe place the true Jenny would continue, while her body was used by these horrible people.  She just needed to push through these next twenty-three days and get back home.  Back to her life and her husband.

She took a steeling breath and picked herself up off the floor of the shower.  She didn't know how much time she had left, so she went through the motions of cleaning herself.  Methodically washing her hair, then her body.

The room was steamy when she turned the water off.  She stepped out and grabbed a clean towel from the countertop.  She was drying herself when Gabby walked into the bathroom.  She didn't knock.  Jenny froze, her mind conflicted.  Gabby had taken part in her entire ordeal.  She lubed up Jenny's ass and put cum in her mouth.

She had also been the one to kiss her sweetly each time she had transferred the cum to her.  Each kiss had been a violation, each kiss had been a moment of peace.  She didn't know how to respond.

Gabby didn't wait for Jenny to react, she walked over to her and looked her up and down.  “You look good,” she commented as she circled the startled woman.  Jenny had frozen in place.

“You need to put this on,” Gabby said as she handed a bundle of clothes to her, “and you need to hurry.  The boss wants to see you.”

Jenny looked down at the clothing in her hands.  It was all black and white lacy fabric.  It didn't feel very well made.  As she sorted the clothing, she realized what it was.  It was a cheap french maid's costume.  One they sold at sex stores or costume shops.  She looked at Gabby, then began to put on the costume.

The costume was ridiculous. The bodice pushed her generous tits up with her nipples showing over the top and the skirt didn't even cover her sex.  She put on the garters and the high heeled shoes.  When she stopped and looked in the mirror, she didn't recognize the woman looking back at her.  She had no makeup and her hair was barely brushed.  

“Good enough," Gabby said as took Jenny's arm and began to lead her back out of the bathroom and out into the warehouse.  Jenny was led to the same office door as last night.  Gabby lightly knocked on the door, then opened it.

Blake sat at his desk in a fresh suit, looking like he was well rested.  Six other men were sitting in chairs and sofas spread around the room.  Jenny did not recognize the six other men.  

He looked at Jenny with an approving and amused look.  He was enjoying seeing this once proud woman.  Standing in a ridiculous maids outfit will all her private parts exposed.

“Damn,” a man with a beard exclaimed, “You did a nice job on the legs.  They look sexy as fuck.”

“Mrs. Green,” Blake started, “Go to Mr. Johns and show him your marks.”

Jenny turned and walked toward the man.  With each step her face grew redder and humiliation built.  When she was a step away from the man, she turned quickly and exposed her back to him.  She jumped when she felt his hand caress the backs of her thighs.

“Not a single nick,” Mr. Johns admired.  He was rubbing his hand up and down the welts on the back of legs and ass.  He would rub his hand up one leg, caress her ass, then run it down the other leg.  The feeling of the unwanted hand sent chills up her spine.  She did her best to suppress the shutter.

“Mrs. Green,” Blake said after the man had finished his inspection of marking, “please make sure everyone has their coffee.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.  She looked over towards the cabinet that held all the awful equipment she had observed the night before.  Next to it was a small kitchen area and a pot of coffee.  She walked to it, feeling the eyes of the men follow her.

She first took the coffee to Blake, but his cup was full and he waved her away.  She then went to each of the men and filled their cups.  Several of the men took the opportunity to fondle her nearly naked body, pinch her nipples, smack her on the ass.  Many laughed and made crude remarks to her.  

She took it all in without reacting, this is what she must do.  She had to take this abuse or there would be consequences.  She knew that this man, Blake, was dangerous.  He wouldn't hesitate to kill her or Eric.

“Are you done, yet?” Blake asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.

“Good,” he said, standing and walking to the front of his desk. “Now come here and kneel down before my desk, facing forward.”

Jenny put the coffee pot away and walked to the center of the desk's front.  She turned and faced the men arrayed around her and knelt on the floor.

“Spread your knees wide and put your hands behind your head.”

Jenny shifted her weight and spread her knees as wide as she could, then raised her arms and intertwined her fingers behind her head.  Her face burned with shame as she watched the men each stare at her exposed body.  Kneeling like this they had a full view of her body.

Blake returned to his chair and looked at the men, “Now let's go over the numbers,” and he proceeded to lead a meeting about his criminal businesses, while Jenny knelt.  She was exposing her most vulnerable parts, and these men were now treating her like she was furniture or an interesting art piece.

Jenny continued to serve during the meeting.  Every so often, one of the men would look at her and raise his coffee cup.  She would raise onto her high heeled shoes and go get the coffee to refill the man’s mug.  She would then return to her position at the front of the desk.

The men discussed the daily operations of their businesses, treating Jenny as if she wasn’t there.  Occasionally she would see one of the men staring at her, but it was usually short lived.

How could people treat people like this, she thought to herself.  I am being forced to expose myself to strangers and they are accepting it like it was nothing.  She was a person, and they were treating her like she is Blake’s pet.  The humiliation was worse when she was serving the men.  They would say things like, “Good Girl,” to her like she was a prized Golden Retriever.

The meeting felt like hours to Jenny.  Her knees were killing her and she had all her weight resting on the welts she had received last night.  The muscles in her arms were burning from holding the uncomfortable position.

“Gentlemen,” Blake spoke, standing up.  The other men all rose to their feet. “I’m happy with the progress. We will talk more, again.”

The men left, walking past the kneeling woman.  Looking at her like predators.  These were hard men, men that hurt people.  She trembled as they passed.  Blake waited for the last man to leave before he walked to Jenny.  

“You’ve done well whore,” Blake said, bending down and stroking her cheek with his hand.  He saw her, almost imperceptible, pull away.  Fearing his touch.  “I expected for you to move so I had an excuse to punish you, but you didn’t move.  I am impressed.”  His hand is still caressing her cheek.

Suddenly, Blake grabbed Jenny by the hair and pulled her face close to his own.  His lips to her ear he said, “I don’t need a reason to punish you.” He spoke into her ear. “You belong to me and I will do anything I want.  Isn’t that right Cumdump?”

Jenny was breathing deeply, her heart racing.  She had been feeling gratitude for the praise, now terror as this man grabbed her and forced his words into her head.

“Yes, Sir,” Jenny said, her heart racing.  Her feelings were confusing. How could she have felt gratitude?  This monster was abusing her, but she felt submissive for a couple words of praise.    

“Get under my desk, whore,” Blake commanded.  Jenny lowered her arms, she felt them tingle as blood flowed back into them. She then moved to the backside of the desk.  Then she backed herself under the large desk.

She saw Blake’s pants and underwear fall to the ground and him sitting in his chair.  He rolled the chair forward. The chair had a hinge that would drop the front part of the seat.  When he pressed the release, the chair transformed and now provided access for a head to reach a cock.

Blake spread his legs widely and rolled up till she was nestled between them.  He looked at her and said, “You are now a cock sleeve. You will hold my cock in your mouth, but you are to do nothing.” He reached under the desk and took Jenny’s head and guided it to his cock.  He wasn’t fully hard, but felt like he was filling her.

And just like that, Jenny was a cock sleeve.  She didn’t dare move.  She tried to stay as still as possible.  Blake would move sometimes, but he mostly typed on his computer or made phone calls.  Jenny was just an object to warm this monster’s cock.  

When he wanted to he would reach down and move her head back and forth several times, then stop. Only to start again, several moments later.  She tried to remain still.  She didn’t want to upset Blake.  

He held their fate in his hands.  She had to please him to pay off the $23,000 dollar debt.  If she failed to please him, he would punish her or Eric, or worse.  Blake definitely had blood on his hands and she was terrified of him.  She had to make herself want to please him.  So she did exactly what she was told to do.

She remained on her knees for hours with Blake’s cock in her mouth before she heard Blake use the intercom to call Gabby in.  She came through the door again and asked, “Yes, Sir?”

“Take this cock sleeve upstairs and get her ready for tonight.”  Blake spoke as he backed away from the desk.  Jenny crawled from underneath the desk and met Gabby.  Together they left the office and went into a dressing room.

It's two o'clock in the morning and Jenny is awake.  She can't sleep, her husband has not come home yet and she is worried.  She lies in bed wearing pajamas, and tosses and turns as her mind imagines Eric being in a car wreck, or worse.  Maybe he was off losing money at the card table.

Eric had a gambling problem.  He would have streaks, and sometimes the extra money helped out.  But lately he has been losing a lot more than he has been winning.  He’s also been playing some games with a rough looking men.  

Her phone dings with a notification.  She immediately reached for it and looked at the screen.  It's a text from Eric.  Relief fills her as she opens the message.  An image opens and she sees her husband's face.  He is bruised and bloody.  Horror fills her as another message follows.

“Come to 4321 Beaker St. or your husband dies. If you call the police, we shoot him in the head.” The message reads.  She quickly responds, “Please don't hurt him.”

“You have one hour.” The next message reads.

Jenny leaps from the bed and puts on some clothes.  She is in the car in minutes driving to the location.  Fear fills her and she drives fast. She arrives at the location in forty-five minutes.  

“What should I do?” she thought to herself as she weaved in and out of traffic.  Go to the police, they would kill Eric.  “Maybe it’s a bluff?” passes her mind, but this didn’t feel like a bluff.  She couldn’t get the picture of Eric’s beaten image out of her 

4321 Beaker St is located in the warehouse district of the city.  Not a place she was very happy to go into at this time, or at anytime.  The area seemed completely deserted, only streetlights showed the way.

She walks up to the door and knocks. Her emotions are a mixture of fear and also a touch of anger.  She was sure that Eric had done something stupuid.

The door opens after a few moments and a large man in a suit looks her up and down.

“Follow me,” he says as she walks into the warehouse.  It's a large space, with several expensive looking cars parked inside.  One side of the building had been set aside for office space.  She is led to an office area.  When they arrive the large man opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

Inside is an expensive looking office area with four men standing around her husband who is sitting in a chair.  His face is bruised and looks to be in horrible condition.  Jenny tries to go to him, but the man who escorted her grabs her arm.  She tries to resist, but he is far stronger than she is.

“Miss Green,” an older man says to her. He is tall and wearing an expensive looking suit. He is sitting at a large wooden desk. “Please come in and sit down. We have much to talk about.”

“Please don't hurt him,” she says as she is led by the arm to a chair across the desk from the man who spoke.

“That is up to you, Miss Green,” the man says as she sits down.  She looks to her husband with fear and apprehension.  Eric looks horrible with one eye swollen shut and a split lip.  She can see he is in pain.  “Your husband is not a good card player and has built up quite a debt.”

“I understand,” Jenny says nervously.  Her eyes keep going to see the man she loves.  “I am sure we can work this out. Mr….”

“I'm glad you said that,” the man said. “I am Blake Thompson, but you will call me Sir.”  He looked at her coldly with his brown eyes.

“Yes, Sir” Jenny responded in a nervous voice.  Her voice trembled as she realized this man was terrifying.

“Your husband is on the hook for $23,000 dollars to me.” Blake said.

“Are you kidding me?” Jenny said in surprise. Her fear was overcome by rage.  This was not the first time Eric had run up a gambling debt, but never this much.  “Excuse my language, Sir. I’m sorry.”

Blake did not smile, only shook his head.

“I understand”, he said, spreading his hands across the desk. “But it now comes down to you. Eric has explained that he does not have the money and that is not acceptable to me.”

“We don't have it now,” she responded, her tone becoming serious. “But we will find a way to get you your money.”

“Great,” he responded. “I can give you till the end of the day to make the payment and all will be forgiven.” 

“The end of the…. Sir we can't do that.”

“Then we have a problem,” Blake said coldly. “You must understand. Your husband is not leaving her alive without an arrangement being made.  I want my money, you don't have it.  What are we going to do?”

“Please, Sir.  Be reasonable,” She panicked.  “I will do anything you ask.”

“We will see,” Blake responded flatly.  “I am willing to make you an offer.”

“Great,” Jenny responded hopefully. “We can work something ou….”

“I'm willing to pay you $1000 per day for your body.”

“What!!” Jenny exclaimed, shocked that anyone would even ask for it. “You can't be serious.”

“I'm very serious,” Blake said, then motioned over to the blonde man standing directly behind Eric.  He put a noose around Eric's neck and pulled down on the rope.  Eric was pulled out of the chair and to his feet.  The rope burn his skin as the noose tightened around his throat and stole his air.  The man then pulled again and raised Eric off the ground.

Eric began choking and gasping as the noose tightened around his throat.  His feet started kicking, trying to find purchase.  A well muscled man with tattoos covering his arms pull back the chair out of reach of Eric’s kicking feet.  Jenny immediately rose to her feet.

“Sit down Miss Green,” Blake ordered.

“Please stop!” She exclaimed. Sitting down as she was commanded.

“Not till we have an agreement,” Blake said.  Eric made choking sounds as his airway was cut off and he began to suffocate.  “Breaking you will take less time than he has.”

“Please be reasonable,” Jenny pleaded as realized the seriousness of the situation.  She tried to think of options, but she could see this man didn’t want or need to make a deal.  Either she submits to this asshole, or have her husband choke to death.

“Ok, Ok. You want to fuck me, then fuck me.” Jenny exclaimed.  She couldn't take her eyes from her suffocating husband.  “Just please let him down.”

“You must understand Miss Green,” Blake continued.  “I am going to take complete control of you. Use you. Pass you around like a cheap whore until I get my payment.  Do you agree?”

“Yes, Yes. Just let him down.” Jenny cried as she watched Eric's face turn blue, his mouth gasping for air.

“Remove your clothing,” Blake said, “and I will let him down.

Jenny was appalled, but moved quickly.  She stripped her top off as she stood, then the rest of her clothes.  Once she stood naked before these horrible men, Blake motioned to his man and Eric was lowered to his feet.  Eric sucked in a huge breath of air before saying, “You Bastards” 

The man to Eric's left immediately punched him in the solar plexus and Eric's ability to breath was taken away from him.  He coughed and wheezed for several minutes.

“Eric!!” Jenny screamed as she started for him.

“Stop” Blake commanded and Jenny stopped moving.  “You belong to me now, “ he continued. “You will do what I say, when I say it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,’ Jenny responded, returning to her original position between the chair and the large desk.  She tried to cover as much of her body as possible with her hands.

“Are you ready for the rules?” Blake asked in a neutral but commanding voice.

“Yes, Sir,”

“First rule,” he began. “You will address me as Sir at all times.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Second Rule,” Blake continued. “You will do what I say, when I say it.  Any hesitation will cause punishment to you or your husband.”

“Yes Sir,” she responded in a barely audible voice.  Her eyes were locked on the ground and she was trembling.  

“Third Rule.  Your body and mind are mine to do with as I see fit.  Any pain or pleasure you feel are not important. You must do what you are told to do.  If you fail the punishment will be dealt out to either you, or your husband,” Blake said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Fourth rule,” he continued, "you will not speak unless spoken to. You have nothing to say that I want to hear.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well,” Blake stated, then pressed a button on the desk.  “Gabby, please come in here.”

“Yes Sir,” was quickly heard as the woman responded over the intercom.

Blake stared at Jenny as she stood, trembling and trying to cover herself from the eyes of the predatory men she was now surrounded by.  Eric was now sitting in the chair he was in when she arrived.  Handcuffs now secured his hands to the arms of the chair.

After a brief moment, a soft knock was heard at the door. Then it opened as a petite young woman walked into the room.  She was a blond haired, blue eyed beauty with generous curves.  She was wearing a black mini skirt and a white blouse.

“Ah, Gabby,” Blake stated as the young woman entered the room.  “We have a new acquisition and you will assist in her introduction.

“Of course, Sir,” Gabby responded.

“Step forward and lay, face down, on my desk,” Blake commanded Jenny.  She hesitated for the briefest of moments before she took a few steps and laid her torso over the desk.  “Bind her hands and feet to the desk legs,” he commanded Gabby.

Gabby quickly returned to the cabinet and collected several bundles of rope.  She quickly went to the back of the desk and took Jenny's left wrist.  Skillfully she bound her wrist to the desk, then moved to the next hand.  In moments Jenny was secured to the large, heavy desk, by her hands and with her ankles tied together and rope running to the legs of the desk.  With her feet together and her chest on the desk, her firm and toned ass and legs were on full display to everyone in the room.

“Now bring me a cane,” He commanded Gabby.  She returned to the cabinet and withdrew a wicked looking cane.  She quickly moved to give the horrible device to Blake.

He swung the cane through the air several times to get a feel for it.  The sound of it cutting the air scared Jenny horribly and her tremors increased.  She pulled at the ropes and found no give to them.  Gabby had done a good job of locking her into place.

“I am going to cane your ass and legs,” Blake stated in a matter of fact tone.  “You will count out the blows as each lands. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” Jenny responded. 

She didn't know what to expect, she had never felt a cane on her body before.  The cane cut through the air and bit into Jenny's firm ass, crossing both cheeks and forcing a scream from Jenny.  She had expected pain, but this was a line of fire across her ass.

“One, Sir,” she managed to spit out, once her scream ended.

“That's good,” Blake said in an approving voice, before bringing the cane down again.  The cane landed just above the now red line forming on her beautiful ass.  Adding its own fire to the pain she was feeling.

Blake was skilled with the cane.  He would strike Jenny's vulnerable backside, then wait several seconds after she counted out the number.  He was allowing her to process each cut and dread the next.  Strike after strike landed on her vulnerable ass and legs, soon a ladder of pain was running up and down her legs.  After Jenny had screamed out number twenty-five, Blake paused and looked at Eric.

“Untie the husband,” Blake commanded.  The men to either side of Eric moved to follow the order.

“Strip, and sit in the chair behind the desk,” Blake told Eric.  Eric looked confused and conflicted, but an angry look from the man to his right motivated him into action.  Eric stood from the chair and took off his clothes, leaving them a pile on the floor.  He then walked behind the desk and sat in the cushioned chair.  The chair had been pushed back to the wall and Eric now sat a few feet from his crying wife.

“Ms Green,” Blake said. “You are the cum dumpster for this evening.  You will swallow all the cum that is given to you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Jenny crocked as the pain from the caning burned her backside.  She never knew pain like this and tears were flowing freely from her eyes.

Blake turned to Gabby, who had moved away from the scene and stood a little apart from the men. “Gabby,” he said, “You are tonight's cum rag.  You will clean up all the cum that is spent today, and you will put it in Ms. Green's mouth.”

“Yes, Sir,” Gabby responded, not looking like she knew where to stand.

“But first,” Blake continued.  “Suck off the husband.”

“Yes, Sir,” Gabby said, “Thank you, Sir,” as started walking towards Eric.

“Ms. Green,” Blake started, “I am going to continue to cane your ass until your faithful husband cums in our pretty little assistant.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jenny sobbed.  She couldn't have ever thought of the torments she was experiencing.  She looked to Eric, who looked back with fear.

A swish in the air and a piercing scream was followed by a sobbing “Twenty-six.”

Gabby settled herself between Jenny and Eric, grasping his limp cock in her hand.  Without words she leaned forward and took it between her lips and sucked on the head.

Swish, Crack, “Twenty-seven.”

Swith, Crack, “Twenty-eight.”

Jenny was horrified when she looked at the woman sucking her husband's cock.  Her head was now moving up and down in a practiced motion.  Eric had a hard-on.  Rage filled her as the next strike landed on her.  Blake was moving the strikes down the back of her thighs, now almost reaching her knees.

Swish, Crack, “Twenty-nine,” she screamed.

Gabby was good at her work, she has had a lot of practice.  She skillfully worked Eric's hard cock with her mouth, while massaging his balls with her hand.  She sucked on the head and swirled it with her tongue, then taking him deep into her throat.  Over and over she moved her head, while Jenny kept screaming out numbers directly behind her.

Swish, Crack, “Thirty-eight,” She screamed.  Blake was now caning her calves.

Jenny saw the moment when her loyal husband, the man who had gotten them into all of this, came into Gabby's mouth.  She saw him tilt his head back and grab the arms of the chair he sat in.  Gabby was stroking his cock up and down as she milked every last drop of cum from him.

He came for several moments, filling the pretty blonds’ mouth with his salty spunk.  When he had finished, Gabby turned to face the suffering Jenny.  Gabby grabbed a handful of her hair and raised her head.  She then, gently, pressed her lips to Jennys.

Jenny was shocked by the act.  She was kissing the woman who had just blown her husband.  Her first thought was to pull away, but she must swallow the cum.  If they were going to survive this nightmare, she had to swallow the cum.

Gabby pressed her tongue against Jenny's lips and felt a moment of refusal before Jenny parted her lips and took in the tongue.  Her husband's salty cum began to flow into her mouth as Gabby's practiced tongue deposited the semen into Jenny's mouth.  Jenny, then swallowed.

“Excellent,” Blake said loudly when the “kiss” was over.  He admired the work he had done on Jenny's backside.  It was now covered from the top of her ass to near her ankles with horizontal stripes of red agony.  He had been meticulous in his delivery of the blows so they were almost all parallel.  None had broken the skin, but she would be feeling this for days.  

“Gabby,” Blake commanded, “come over here and prepare Ms. Green's ass.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded quickly as she let Jenny's head loose.  She had enjoyed the kiss and knew more were to follow.  She stood and went to the cabinet again, this time returning with a bottle of lube.

She gently rubbed the poor woman's ass, feeling the now inflamed red welts.  She then dripped some of the lube onto her asshole.  She then poured some on her right hand.  Gabby then began to massage the oil into Jenny's ass.  Gently at first, circling the sphincter several times before entering it with her finger.  Slowly at first, Gabby fingered Jenny's ass.  Slowly, she entered another finger, feeling her ass grip like a vice.

“You're gonna have to relax, or these men will tear your asshole up,” Gabby coached the suffering woman.  Jenny cried as the girl slid a third finger into her ass.  Gabby was gentle but firm in her motions.  She slid her fingers in and out, trying to relax the poor woman.

“Enough,” Blake said and walked up to the bound woman.  Gabby quickly moved out of the way.  Blake already had his cock out and was stroking it as he stood behind Jenny.  He roughly swatted her bruised and welted asscheeks several times.  Gabby let out a pitiful cry as her ass took more punishment.

Without speaking, Blake entered Jenny's ass.  He was much larger than the three fingers had been and this forced a scream from Jenny.  Her ass spread wide to take the large intruder into it.  

He started with several shallow motions, letting the lube and her ass spread.  Then he grabbed her waist and started moving deeper.  Jenny had never felt this before, it hurt.  It hurt badly.  Her rapist was a large man and was only starting to fuck her.

She felt it when he was fully inside her by the pain radiating from her violated ass and the pressure of his hips and legs on her freshly caned body.  He then began a full, deep stroke.  Filling her before pulling almost completely out, before shoving it in again.

He was enjoying the pain he was giving her. Savoring every inch of her ass with slow, deliberate strokes.  He made sure that his lower body came into contact with her tortured flesh each time before pulling back.

He kept this pace for an agonizing amount of time before he started more shallow, faster thrusts.  Each one ending with his hips and legs pressed to her marked body.  Each thrust forced a gasp of pain from the suffering woman.

When he came, he pushed himself deep into her and ground his body against her's.  She could feel the pulsating cock shooting its load into her.  She felt his body rubbing against her welts.

“OK,” he said as he pulled his cock from her ass.  Gabby was kneeling to Blake's right and she took his cock into her mouth to suck the last drops of cum from him.  Once complete, Gabby slid between them and lapped up the cum that had started to drip from the tortured anus.  

When the flow slowed, Gabby pushed her tongue into her ass to try and get more cum from her.  She knew how to act in this situation and she performed it masterfully.  Once she had gotten everything she could, she walked around then kneeled in front of the crying woman.

This time, Jenny raised her head and parted her lips.  Gabby leaned forward and kissed the suffering woman, transporting the sticky cum from one mouth to the other.

“Ok Boys,” Blake said to the five men who had been eagerly watching, “enjoy yourselves.”

The large one who escorted her into the building moved first.  He walked up to her and began to spank her tender ass.  Jenny could only cry as the pain increased, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even say “No,”

“Gabby,” he said, “When you're not acting as a cum rag, you'll get these men ready. I want hard cocks the rest of the night.  Do you understand?”

“Of course, Sir,” Gabby said.  She stood up from the suffering woman and walked around to the other side of the desk.  She walked over to the remaining four men.

“Who wants next?” she asked. 

“And you,” He said to Eric, “Get the fuck out of my seat.”  Eric moved back to his original chair and the handcuffs were reattached. 

She soon felt the large man put his hands on her hips and begin to line his cock up with her ass.  She felt the head of his cock press into her, she gasped at the size.  It threatened to tear her with its girth.  

He was relentless in his fucking of her ass.  He started slowly, pushing his huge cock into her well lubricated ass hole. Forcing her ass to take his impressive cock.  Before long, he was hammering her asshole.  

Jenny shook from each thrust.  She gasped when Blake pulled her head up so she could see him.  Watch him enjoy her suffering and he did. 

He stood up, holding his now hard cock in his hands.  Jenny did not hesitate, she knew this would happen.  She opened her mouth and accepted the cock.

Jenny was used repeatedly by the rough men.  Each orgasm, she swallowed.  At some point through the night she began to look forward to kissing Gabby again. Each kiss was a small moment of peace in this endless night. Near morning, the men had each satisfied them several times in Jenny’s mouth or ass.  Jenny was released from the bonds that had held her and she was allowed to fall to the floor.  

The large man who had escorted her into the office, came up to her and pulled her to her feet.  She swayed as she looked at Blake.  

“You’ll do, slut,” he commented as he walked around her trembling naked form. “Tomorrow will be your first day. This was just an audition. Mr. Swartz, please escort this slut to her room for the night. Mr. Bailer please escort Mr. Green to his vehicle.”

“You will return back here tonight at 8,” Blake stated to Eric.  

“Are you letting me go?” Eric asked as Jenny was escorted out of the room.  He looked at her, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.  He couldn’t tell what she was feeling as she left.

“You must go make excuses for why your lovely wife is going to be gone for three weeks,” Blake said in a bored tone.  As if explaining to a child. “Then you will return here.”

Mr. Bailer took Eric’s arm and walked him out of the office.  Once outside he quickly got into the car and left for home.  The sun was up by this time and he needed to start making excuses.

Jenny was led outside of the offices and escorted to the back corner of the warehouse.  Here it was darker and the floor was filthy.  Her bare feet crossed the surface.  She was led to a concrete room.  The room had a thin mattress on the floor and a bucket.  Nothing else was in the room.

“Move slut,” Mr Swartz said in a harsh voice.  It was a command.

She made her way to the bed and laid on her belly.  She was falling asleep as the door closed and locked.  She slept.

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Part I, Part II, Part III

Part IV

Marcus stood a few steps away from the kneeling figure.  She was beauty, in the form of submission.  She was exhausted but knelt in perfect form.  She was ready to satisfy those who controlled her.

“What are you?” Marcus asked.

“A Slut, Master,” She responded quickly.  A tremble could be heard in her voice as she tried to compose herself.

“And who do you serve?”

“I serve those who are above me.” She responded.

Marcus liked her answer. He was standing in the middle of the three men, who loomed over the submissive form before them.  Each with crossed arms and dangling cocks.  

“Come to me, Slut,” Marcus commanded.  

Katie responded by lowering her arms to the ground and crawling the few paces between them.  Sluts always crawl to their Masters, the machine had instructed her before.  She closed the distance so that when she raised herself to a kneeling position, the man's large cock was a few inches away.  

“Show us what you learned,” he said to her, putting his large hand on the top of her head.

Katie moved slowly, but with the complete confidence that she knew her purpose.  She was a Slut and her duty was to serve.  She leaned forward and took Marcus's cock into her mouth.  It wasn't hard yet, but it was long and thick.  It reminded her of the machine's mouth cock in many ways.

Marcus let out a breath as the Slut's lips wrapped around the head of his shaft.  His cock had been pointing down before she had tilted her head slightly and sucked it into her mouth.  Immediately her pussy twinged and clenched as she felt cock in her mouth.  She was serving and her body was rewarding her.

With a now well practiced mouth, she took the length of Marcus's member into her.  She sucked it and made her tongue massage it as the first several inches slid into her.  The taste made her pussy pulse as the cock filled her mouth.  This wasn't like the machine, this was a man, this was her Master.

She felt Marcus harden as she slid more of his cock into her mouth.  She massaged every inch and loved the feeling of it pressing the back of her throat.  Her throat opened for it and she slid the large cock down her throat with ease.

She could feel the cock growing harder and larger in response to her actions. This too gave her satisfaction as it was a sign that she was serving her purpose.  She was to satisfy those who controlled her and this man definitely controlled her.  

The cock was soon stiff and difficult to slide down her throat, so she shifted her hips back a bit and changed the angle.  Now it slid down her throat and filled her.  She continued to take the cock till her tongue was able to caress the man's balls.  After a few swipes with her tongue, she let it slide back out till only the head was in her mouth.  Her tongue played over the head a few times before she took it back in.

Marcus made no noise and did not react, his job was to be stoic and firm.  He had to admit to himself that this was an incredible blowjob.  He was evaluating this Slut's talents and they were good.

“Use your hands on the men here,” Marcus instructed after she had repeated the motion several times.  Katie did not hesitate and immediately put a cock into each hand.  She began to stroke the large cocks as her mouth serviced Marcus.

Katie looked incredible. She was petite with generous breasts and a firm backside. Her blue eyes were filled with desire and satisfaction. Her beautiful face was full of cock.  Her body was shifting as she sucked and stroked the men surrounding her.  It was like she was dancing the way her body rocked and swayed.

“Saul,” Marcus said.  “Get on the table.”

Katie had not noticed the padded table to the side of the room.  It was a black padded table at a little below hip height.  The bearded man to her left did not say a word, he stepped away from Katie and laid on his back on the table.

“Climb on top,” Marcus ordered the kneeling Katie, withdrawing his cock from her wanting lips.  

Katie turned and crawled over to the table, like a panther.  With grace and sexuality, she moved.  Once at the table she climbed atop the naked man.  She placed her hands to either side of Saul’s head, knees by his hips and rested her dripping cunt on his member.  

She thought about putting his cock in her, but she had not been instructed to do so.  Sluts do as they are told, no more, no less.

“Mount him,” Marcus commanded and Katie obeyed.  She raised her hips and moved forward till the man’s firm cock lined up with her dripping hole.  She then moved her hips back down, taking the large cock into her wet and warm pussy.  A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as she slid down his length.

Pleasure filled Katie as she took the large cock into her.  Without permission she began to slide up and down Saul.  Her hungry pussy was devouring the willing cock and she was in heaven.  She hardly noticed when the other two men walked over and positioned themselves at her top and bottom. When she raised her head, she saw the tattooed man’s cock at the perfect spot to take it into her mouth.

“Please Master,” Katie said with desire. “May I suck your cock?”

The tattooed man merely nodded and, using a hand behind her head, guided her mouth to his impressive cock.  Katie took the cock in her mouth greedily and started to massage it with her tongue as it moved down her throat.

Marcus stepped up on the table, his feet to the sides of her knees.  Then lowered himself to enter Katie’s only open hole.  Her ass was well lubricated from the machine.  Katie slowed her motions as she felt the man above her.  

Marcus pressed the tip of his cock onto the tight sphincter of her ass and pressed forward.  Katie finished the motion by pushing back, taking two large cocks into her.  She was completely filled and felt a joy she had never dreamed of.  She was serving her Masters and they were using her holes for their own pleasure.  She was a Slut.  A good Slut she hoped.

The three men moved with practice ease, Marcus and Saul alternating between them as to who was fully inside Katie.  The tattooed man was pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth.  She had no control.  These men, these Masters were using her holes for their pleasure and she was welcoming it.

Katie was an object and she relished it.  These powerful Masters were using her holes and she had no control.  Her mind was clear, she was a Slut and she was being used by her betters.

Wave after wave of pleasure filled her as the cocks filled her.  She could feel her own orgasm building, but she started to build the wall. The wall that would keep her from disappointing her Masters.

Once the cock in her mouth was nearly out, she pulled back enough to beg, “Please Masters, May I cum?”

“Not yet Slut,” Marcus responded as his cock hammered her delicate ass.

Katie built a wall, built it higher and higher as she fought her own orgasm.  The tattooed man jammed his cock back down her throat and continued to fuck it.  She built it higher.  Marcus and Sual fucked her cunt and ass, she built it higher.

It was the tattooed Master who came first.  He grabbed her head and forced his cock deep down her throat.  The feeling of the pulsating cock was like a wrecking ball to her wall, so she made it thicker.  She fought her own orgasm with all her strength as she felt the overwhelming pleasure of satisfying a Master.

Saul and Marcus continued their practiced movements, one deep, one almost out of her holes.  The tattooed man kept her face pressed against his pelvis.  She felt like passing out due to the pleasure and the lack of air.  Once the spasms stopped, the tattooed man pulled his cock out, and air filled Katie’s lungs.  

Even with a clear airway, Katie couldn’t think.  The two remaining cocks were her world.  They were all she was aware of, except the overwhelming need to cum.  That she was very aware of.  

She couldn’t cum.  She couldn’t disappoint her Masters.  Her wall was almost crumbling when she finally heard the words she had been waiting for.

“Cum with us,” Marcus said as he slammed his cock deep into her asshole.

She barely noticed the feeling of two cocks push deep into her and ejaculate.  Her world was taken by her own orgasm.  It took her from this world as the waves of ecstasy washed her wall away and her body vibrated on top of the man who was deep inside her hungry cunt.

The two men came deeply within her body, then continued to fuck her holes.  This sent Katie from orgasm to orgasm as she felt the pulsating cocks fill her.  The warm feeling of jets of cum filling her holes..  

How long she was unconscious, Katie did not know.  When she awoke, she was laying on top of Saul, with his softening cock still deep within her.  Marcus was standing to her side with his hand on the side of her head.

“You’ve done well, Slut,” he said to her with authority.  “Now get up and prepare for your new life.”

Part I, Part II

Part III 

Again she repeated the motion, her head rocked forward and the cock slid down her throat.  At the base she extended her tongue.  Each motion sent small waves of pleasure through her body.  She enjoyed the feeling of her tongue stretching and rubbing the shaft that was filling her mouth and throat. 

She felt like she was having an extended orgasm as her mouth worked over the shaft and her tongue pressed the button.  Pleasure passed over her from head to toe as she worked the machine's cock.  She came again on stroke twelve this time, but kept rocking her head and pressing the button.  One the twenty-fifth button press, nothing happened.  

The display in front of her lit up and several video windows opened up.  She could see her own face at three different angles. One looking downward so she could see her face and the large cock in her mouth, the other two angles were from the sides.  This was not a live image she could tell, but was from earlier.

“Look at the beauty of subservience”, the display read as the images turned out to be videos and began to play.  She could see her head move, and watched the large cock slide between her lips.

Katie had always known she was pretty, with sky blue eyes, raven black hair and delicate features, but what she saw amazed her.  It was her eyes that showed such desire as she bobbed her head back and forth. This was the time she came from the deepthroating.  She could see it build in her features and hear the moan as she began to cum.

“You are a natural Slut” appeared over the video before changing to “You were meant to serve”.

Katie did not take offense, but pondered the meaning of the words as she watched herself cum from deepthroating a cock.  This had been the time when she had cum before pressing the button the full number of times.  Her beautiful face radiated desire and pleasure.  She watched as she kept deepthroating the machine cock, not hitting the button.  She was swallowing the cock as she came because it felt good.  She had not been aware she had been moving her head during the orgasm, so overwhelming it had been.

Katie watched the whole orgasm with amazement.  She looked beautiful and natural.  The cock was huge and filled her mouth. But Katie had never seen anything more sensual and desirable than what she watched.  

She observed the orgasm hit its peak and her coming down from the high it gave her.  Then the panic as she realized the timer was running out. Katie then watched as she pressed the final time and she was rewarded by the machine.

Her pussy clenched tightly as she watched the powerful orgasm take her as the machine had rewarded her just as she had begun to cum again.

“You were born to service cock Slut” the display read as Katie watched herself deepthroating the cock as she came again.  She couldn't stop herself from agreeing with the messages.  She looked beautiful and sexy as she came.

The video jumped a bit and she now saw herself using her tongue to massage the cock in her throat.  It looked sexy and natural.  Her tongue did not just reach forward, it rubbed the bottom of the shaft side to side as she sucked.  She was good at this and looked incredible doing it.  How her thoughts had been changing surprised her as she was completely enthralled by the images she was watching.  

Watching the next orgasm take her made her cum again.  Without any stimulation she came watching herself cum as she was still working the cock in her mouth.  She felt no shame or anger. 

“Accept that you are a Slut” the display read after the video orgasm had ended.

“Phase Two Complete”, the display changed again.

A new sensation was felt as another cock slid into her pussy.  Katie would have jumped if she had had the ability.  Too tightly was she bound to move at all.  The new intruder started small, but soon grew to fill her completely.

Gratitude filled Katie as her hungry cunt swallowed the new phallus that filled her.  Her pussy gripped it tightly and pleasure filled her as it began to move in and out of her body.  Her entire body shook to the new sensation.  Without thinking, she started to move her head and suck on the cock in her mouth.  Reaching forward with her tongue to press the button that she hadn't been told to.

She was in a whole new place as her body was fucked and she sucked.  Never had she felt more alive than now.  Taking these huge cocks felt natural and wanted.  She was fulfilling her purpose and the reward was an orgasm that shook her to the core.

“You do not own that body you live in”, the display read as Katie succumbed to the sensations filling her. “It belongs to those you serve.”

The video display began to show videos of other women.  Women being used.  Women being fucked.  The videos were short and changed often. One video showed a woman licking the ass of a man and moaning.  Katie could barely keep her head as she was inundated by some much information.  The images before her, the feeling of cock in her mouth, the delicious sensation of the cock filling her pussy.

Messages accompanied the images, words of submission and servitude.  

“Sluts are made to be used”

“Your needs are fulfilled by serving others”

“OBEY”

“SERVE”

“The pussy belongs to your Masters”

Over and over the messages flashed on the screen as she watched women being used.  She didn’t debate or think differently.  Her mind was solely on the cocks filling her body.  Slowly her mind began to be filled with thoughts of serving others.  She wanted a real cock in her mouth, the feeling of throbbing and the taste of sweat.

Another cock soon slid into her ass.  She had never taken a cock in her ass before, but she needed this one.  She wanted it to be filled.  Now she was completely filled and couldn’t tell one orgasm from the next.  It was unending stimulation and ecstasy.  Cock filled her and fulfilled her needs.

The messages continued:

“Sluts Serve”

“Pain and pleasure come from your Masters”

“You are holes to be filled by your Masters”

“A Slut kneels in the presence of her Masters”

“A Slut keeps her hands behind her back in the presence of her Master.”

She read them all while being filled with cocks.  She watched the pornography and wanted to be these women, she wanted to be used.  She wanted to serve.  Her orgasms rolled from one to another.  She needed to be used.

Slowly the cocks slowed and stopped, completely filling her body.  Katie felt disappointment as the stimulation wound down.  The videos stopped and new text appeared.

“You belong to your Masters”

“You will be used and abused as your Masters see fit”

“Pain will follow”

“Pain is from bad behavior”

“Pain is to please your Masters”

“Orgasms are a reward from your Masters”

“You no longer have the right to orgasm”

“Unapproved orgasms will be punished”

Katie’s eyes widened reading these words.  She has spent the last several hours feeling the most amazing orgasms, now they are being taken away.  

“You must receive permission to orgasm”

Katie wondered how she could ask permission when her mouth was full of cock.  She couldn’t believe the messages she was seeing.  Then the cocks started to move again.  Dread started to fill her as the pleasure began to build again.  How could she not cum when it felt so good.  Her head started to move again as she started to lose control.  She could feel the pressure building and she pulled her head back as far as possible and screamed “Please” around the cock filling her mouth.

“NO” flashed on the screen.  The feeling continued to build and she couldn’t stop it.  Waves started to move up and down her body.  She could feel her orgasm was near and about to take her.  She fought it till the last moment.

Just as she almost climaxed, pain filled her body as “Punishment” flashed on the screen and electricity flowed through her.  The cocks stopped, fully inserted.  Her body vibrated as a fifty second timer began to count down.  Wave after wave of pain filled her and she screamed around the cock in her mouth.

Eventually the pain ended and the message, “Sluts cum with permission” flashed on the screen.  Katie was breathing heavily and ached badly.  Then the cocks began to move again.  The pleasure began again.  She began to suck again.  The thoughts of the pain scared her, but the sensations took her.  She was a Slut that wanted to be filled.  

Again the pleasures began to build and the dread with it.  How could she control herself when she was so overstimulated?  The vibrators on her nipples and clit started, sending more pleasure through her.  She was about to cum and screamed around the cock, “Please”

“No” Flashed in bright red.  She had to take control of herself.  She didn’t stop sucking the cock.  She tried to focus her mind on control.  She could stop it if she tried hard enough.  The vibrators were pulsing and the cocks were moving quickly.  She knew they were going to force her to cum again, they wanted to punish her.  “Please may I cum,” she tried to say. “No” was the response.

Again the edge hit her and again the pain followed.  A sixty second timer appeared before her and all thoughts stopped.  Wave after wave of the most horrific pain.  

When it ended, Katie was barely conscious and all her muscles were sore, but the machine started again.  The cocks worked their way in and out of her, the vibrators began.  She was being tortured with pleasure.  There was no way she could do this. No way she could take any more pain, but the pleasures wouldn’t stop.  She started to rock her head again, taking the cock deeply down her throat.  

The pleasures mounted again, and again she fought herself.  She was a Slut.  She couldn’t control herself.  She needed a Master to control her.  As the pleasure built, she started to make a wall inside herself.  A wall to stop the pleasure from overcoming her.  She fought it, the pleasure, the orgasm.  Soon the edge was there, it was looming over her.  She built the wall higher.

She controlled her orgasm, she stopped it.  The machine did not stop, it sped the cocks so she was being slammed with cock.  Her wall held again.  The edge was right there, she just needed to step over it, her body wanted her to knock down the wall.  She built the wall even higher.

It felt like hours, the pleasure, the wall building. She was doing it.

“CUM” the display read, and the wall fell.  The orgasm she had raged through her tortured body and Katie screamed.  It was waves of pleasure that took her from this place and showed her a heaven she could only dream about.  Time stopped and the ecstasy took her consciousness away.

When Katie awoke, the cocks had withdrawn from her.  The mouth cock was now a small tube under the display and she was unfilled for the first time in hours, or was it days?

“Training has ended,” The display read.

“Now your life begins.”

“Prepare yourself” The display read.  Clicking sounds could be heard and she felt her body sway as the restraints were released.  She could move within the tight confines of the tight chamber.  Her body ached and exhaustion filled her.  She swayed back and forth for several moments before she steadied herself.

A click to her left and a sliver of light announce that a door had been opened.  Katie looked over to it and raised her left hand.  She pressed the door open and was overwhelmed by the light.  Her eyes adjusted and she stepped out into a room

The room wasn’t very large, with white tile flooring and beige walls.  Standing in the room were three large, well muscled men.  She looked at them and they stared back.  Each man stood with their arms crossed.  None wore clothing and each had a generous cock.

Katie stepped out of the container and took a step forward.  She then lowered herself to her knees and put her hands behind her back.

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Part I

As the timer hit zero, she realized the tube was still in her mouth, she couldn’t remove it.  It had grown too long to remove and now she felt its thickness.  Her tongue moved over the shaft penetrating her mouth.  She could feel the fleshlike substance it was made of.  The display again showed “Press Button”.

Katie was curious and light headed, she wondered about the feel of the machine’s cock in her mouth and almost playfully bit down on it.  As soon as her teeth sunk into the fleshlike member, the display turned red and pain filled her senses.  The machine punished her with precision and remorseless determination.  Electricity flowed through her clit and nipples and a 40 second timer appeared before her.  This time the torment was different.  Before the power was constant and unyielding, this time the power fluctuated and changed from sensitive part to sensitive part.  The machine did not want her to become used to the pain, now it changed and moved to torment her body.

When the pain ceased, Katie was breathing heavily and was near unconsciousness.  She had never been through such torment.  The display again read “Press Button” and Katie quickly moved to satisfy the cursed machine.  She rocked her head forward and keeping her lips widely parted, she took the intruder down her throat and pressed the button with her nose.  She was surprised that she did not feel like puking as the fleshlike phallus slid down her throat.  She raised her head and lowered it again.  Each time she swallowed the cock, she felt a tingle go through her body.

On the twenty-fifth motion, the shaft shot more of the fluid down her throat and the message before her read “Good Girl”.  Pleasure then followed as the machine vibrated her sensitive parts.  She found herself nearing an orgasm within seconds.  This took Katie by surprise.  Her body had just recently felt the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced, now she was about to cum.  Again she resisted the feeling.  She would not give in to the feeling and reward her tormentors.  The cock in her mouth now reached almost to her throat and had thickened enough that she could no longer keep it from touching the inside of her mouth.  She now breathed deeply as the display again read “Press Button”.

Katie again noticed that she felt different.  Her head buzzed and her body felt amazing.  She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body which felt like it radiated from her cunt.  With surprise she realized that she was wet, she could feel her sex contract and release in a pulsating series of motions.  Again she took the cock into her throat and felt her body react in a way it shouldn’t have.  Katie had been abducted and abused, but now her pussy was reacting like it was begging to be filled.  

Katie was not a frigid woman.  She has had many lovers in her life and was no stranger to the pleasures of sex.  She could not believe that her body was responding to this abuse.  Her nipples and clit were vibrating, without stimulation and her cunt was pulsating like it was filled with her best lover’s cock. Again she rocked her head up and down the fake cock and she felt her lips encircle it.  She knew something was wrong as she moved her head more quickly, taking the cock down her throat and out again quickly.

She reached twenty-five movements quicker than before and was rewarded with “Good Girl” and pleasure flowing through her.  She didn’t resist this time and allowed the orgasm to take her.  Not paying any attention to the countdown, Katie closed her eyes and felt the pleasure take her.  She barely noticed the machine’s cum flow down her throat.  All she could think of was the pleasure of the orgasm and the feeling of emptiness in her dripping cunt.

“Good Slut,” the display read as she gasped from the orgasm that was still shaking her body.  Her cunt felt like it was alive and hungry.  It kept spasming and contracting.  She couldn't help but wish for it to be filled.

“What is happening to me,” she wondered to herself.  She was being forced to simulate oral sex on a machine against her will.  She hated the feeling of pleasure that tingled her body.  Her body was betraying her and making her act in ways she never would have.  She was actually enjoying the feeling of her mouth being full and the cock pressing against her throat.

“Press Button Slut” the display now reads.  Without hesitation she took the now large cock down her throat.  It slid easily into her and her mind spun with the sensation.  Never had she deepthroated a cock before and was amazed at the response her body gave.  It felt so good to have it slide deeply into her throat.  Her body began to respond to the stimulation and heat began to build deep inside her as she pressed the button with her nose.

After several movements she felt the orgasm build again.  Nothing was stimulating her except the member sliding in and out of her throat. On her seventeenth stroke, her pussy exploded with an orgasm that tore her mind apart.  “They are making me rape my throat and my pussy is betraying me,” Katie thought as her body again vibrated to the all encompassing orgasm that shook her to the core.  It took several moments for the waves of delicious pleasure to pass enough to notice the display was now flashing red.

Quickly, Katie slammed the cock down her throat and hit the button with her nose.  She didn't know how much time she had left and was not wanting to be punished again.  She moved her head quickly, sliding the cock in and out of her as quickly as possible.  The sensation was giving her pleasure as she serviced the machine.  Her cunt was constantly gripping and releasing itself.  She found herself wishing for something to fill her dripping cunt as she continued to press the button.  Just before her nose pressed the button for the twenty-fifth time, another orgasm took her.

What followed was the greatest orgasm of her life as the display changed to “Good Slut” and the machine rewarded her with vibrations on her clit and nipples.  Over and over her orgasm crested and fell away, only to crest again.  When the pleasure stopped, she found herself gasping with the machine cock buried deep in her throat.  She had been deepthroating the cock as she came.  

“Watch the Button” flashed on the display.  Her eyes quickly looked down to see the button rotating around the shaft before her.  It moved under the cock that was now pressing on the back of her throat.  

The display changed again and a picture was shown.  It was an image of a beautiful woman kneeling, naked, before a man.  The woman had the man's cock buried deep in her mouth and had her tongue extended.  She was massaging the man’s balls with her tongue, as the shaft was buried down her throat.  Below the image text was written. “Good Sluts use all their skills to satisfy their betters.”

“Press Button Slut” the display then reads.  Katie was confused for only a short time before she rocked her head forward.  When she reached the base of the cock, she extended her tongue and pressed the button.  She was amazed at how good it felt on her tongue to feel the fleshlike member.  Her mouth was filled and her body responded by sending chills down her spine.

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Consciousness came to Kate quickly. She didn't feel grawgy or disoriented when she opened her eyes, only confusion. She was standing in a small area with a screen only inches from her face. She tried to move her head and look around, but was unable to rotate it. Panic began to set in as she realized a strap was wrapped around her forehead. Kate was unable to turn her head or move it up or down.

“What the fuck” she spoke as she tried to understand what was happening. She couldn't move her head and couldn't move her body. She began to try and explore her situation. She was standing in what seemed to be a coffin with her arms bound behind her back and her legs slightly spread. She couldn't move her legs. She couldn't move even slightly, except her head. She found that she could move it forward and backwards, but no other way.

“Press button” she read on the screen when she looked forward. The text was green and easily readable. Looking slightly downwards she saw a small red button on the wall in front of her. It was directly above a narrow tube. The tube was white and looked to be a flexible straw.

“Press button” the screen read as the text changed color to a yellow color. Kate moved her head forward and realized she could reach it with her nose, but the tube hit her lips. She was not going to put it in her mouth. 

Her eyes moved as she tried to understand what was happening. She noticed the text change to an orange color and began to feel adrenaline fill her as panic gripped her. The text changed to red after about 10 seconds. After 5, it began to flash quicker and quicker. Dread filled her as the countdown hit zero.

Pain filled her as electricity began to flow through the nipples and clitoris. She couldn't see where the power was coming from, but it flowed through her body and forced a scream from her. Looking forward she read a countdown on the display, it read 3 seconds. 

She wasn't sure how long it had been counting down but the pain felt like forever. At zero the pain stopped and the display went back to displaying “Press Button” in green text.

Kate was panting after the horrible pain. She wondered at how long it had lasted and could only guess ten seconds. Was that enough for her to give in to the machine and whoever had put her in this place? She decided it wasn't. She was not going to give these people anything until she was released.

With dread she watches the screen change color, then the countdown starts. It wasn't that bad she thought, she could tough it out. At zero she found out she was wrong.

The pain was worse. The power running through her was more than before. This time she saw the countdown start at twenty seconds. Her body tried to convulse and move, but her bindings were too tight. She could only vibrate to the pain that seemed to sear her nipples and clitoris.

At zero her screaming stopped and when the display told her to press the button, she didn't hesitate. By opening her mouth wide, she was able to reach the button with her nose. The tube did not touch as she was careful to keep it away from the insides of her mouth.

The display now showed a number 1 in green. With dread, Kate saw the number change from green to yellow. Again she repeated the motion. She opened her mouth wide and rocked her head forward. Whatever secured her head was not limited to straight front and back, but allowed her head to rock in a natural motion. 

With her head forward she could see the display and tube were slightly tilted. She could also see the top part of her body. She was enclosed in a tight, black body suit, made of some material she couldn't recognize. She could see bulges where her nipples were. 

After pressing the button she raised her head she looked at the counter which now showed an orange number 2. The timer for the shocks was still running. Quickly she started to rock her head in a motion that she recognized. She was being forced to simulate a blowjob on the tube.

Looking upwards she saw the counter rise as she pressed the button. It hadn't changed color, so pressing the button gave some reprieve from the clock. Thinking quickly she watched the counter as she only moved her head enough to release the button, then press it back. The counter didn't increase and changed to an orange color.

“Fuck” she said and raised her head and brought it back down. The counter increased to five and now she knew that she would have to make the full motion. Over and over she rocked her head back and forth, keeping the straw away from the inside of her mouth. 

On the twenty-fifth button press, she saw the display change to “Good Girl” and a small amount of liquid was shot from the tube into her mouth. She immediately spat the substance onto the display.  The display was apparently made of a hydrophobic material as the spit slid off the surface.

Katie then felt the sensations on her nipples and clit as the machine rewarded her for her proper actions.  A countdown timer showed 10 seconds as her most sensitive areas were stimulated. Katie swore as the machine attempted to reward her. 

When the countdown stopped, “Press Button” reappeared and she looked down to see that the tube had increased in both length and width.  It now almost reached her lips and was ¾ of an inch wide. Now it was impossible to not feel the tube in her mouth.  She also noticed that it had taken a phallic shape, with a definitive head to it.

She was disgusted as she realized that this ordeal wasn’t over, she was now going to have to simulate oral sex on the machine another 25 times.  This time the phallic object would nearly reach the back of her throat.

Keeping her mouth as wide as possible, to avoid having to touch the phallic tube, Katie rocked her head forward.  The tube touched the top of her mouth and she withdrew from it.  “Press Button” now showed a yellow color.  Katie had no choice but to take the tube into her, or face the punishment that the uncaring machine would give her.  She lowered her head again and felt it rub the top of her mouth and move towards her throat as her nose pressed the button she was commanded to press.

The feeling of the tube was soft and flesh-like.  It pressed against the back of her mouth, hitting her uvula and causing her to retch with the feeling.  Her belly contracted, but she was determined to not feel the pain of the machine again.  She continued to rock her head up and down on the tube, gagging each time. Twenty five times she completed the motion.  On the last motion the display changed again and read “Good Girl”.  A salty tasting fluid was injected into her mouth, again she spit it out on the display.  The fluid quickly slid down the screen and disappeared from sight.

She then felt the vibrations on her most sensitive parts and a twenty second timer appeared under the “Good Girl” text. She bit her lip as the sensations traveled through her body and began to feel good to her.  Katie was disgusted by the sensations that filled her.  The vibrations were strong and her body was hurting.  She looked at the timer and felt dread, knowing what would follow. When she looked down the tube had again grown and was now touching her lips.  The thickness had also increased and she now knew that she would have to take the intruder into her throat to press the button.

Katie has given head before, but she was a hand stroking type of cocksucker, never taking a cock into her throat.  She was going to puke.  The timer hit zero and the pleasure stopped. “Press Button” now reappeared in front of her.  She rocked her head forward and felt the horrible cock slide into her mouth.  When it reached the back of her throat, her nose was still too far from the button to satisfy the sadistic machine.  She pushed herself further and felt the cock press the back of her throat.  

Her body reacted violently to the invasion and her belly convulsed.  Her nose hit the button and the display showed “1”.  She withdrew and moved forward again, this time when the tube hit the back of her throat, she vomited. The fluid spraying the display.  She did not hit the button.

“Please” she begged as the display went from green to yellow.  Again she tried, but it caused her to puke again, more fluid spraying the machine. The text changed to orange.  She gasped as the convulsions shook her body.  When she looked forward the text was flashing red.  She knew that she had no time and tried again.  Failure was all that followed as the display changed to read “Punishment” and the pain followed.

Power ran through her tortured body as a thirty second timer appeared.  Her body vibrated under the torment as her most sensitive body parts were assaulted. A scream left her as she had no choice but to endure the torment.  Each second felt like a lifetime and she was sure damage must be happening to her tender bits. Agony was her only companion as the timer slowly counted down to zero.

“Press Button”

Katie couldn’t react, she was wracked with pain and her chest was heaving.  When she came back to reality the display was already orange.  Knowing the punishment, she forced herself to move.  She could not take the pain again.

Moving her head forward she felt the tube push into the back of the throat, but she pushed harder.  Her stomach wrenched again, but she pushed through it.  Again she threw up, but she pressed the damned button with her nose. The second motion did not cause her to vomit as she felt the vile tube slid into her throat.  Again and again she made the motion, each time her stomach reacted less. 

On her twenty-fifth movement, the machine injected a larger amount of fluid.  Katie gagged but was unable to spit it out, the fluid was too deep down her throat when it came.  She then felt her stomach settle and a pleasant tingling went through her body.  The machine again read “Good Girl” and a thirty second timer appeared.  

Pleasure followed the message as her nipples and clit were stimulated.  Her head felt light and a tingling sensation filled her body.  The “cum” must have a drug in it she thought as her body felt pleasure and her head spun.  She could feel an orgasm forming, but she resisted it.  She was not about to let whoever was doing this to her see her cum from this abuse.

As the timer hit zero, she realized the tube was still in her mouth, she couldn’t remove it.  It had grown too long to remove and now she felt its thickness.