Rosemary waited. She dressed to the exact directions of her Master. She wore no bra. She wore a black corset that pulled her waist to about 20 inches. She was barefoot and wore a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings. Her cunt was bare. Normally she would just shave, today she had covered her cunt with wax and then ripped every hair out by its root. The only things on her cunt were six heavy loop rings that had been pushed through her pierced labia the day before. On her chest was written 'Rosemary' in water paint. Her hair was pulled tight into two pigtails. Underneath the blindfold, her eyes were decorated with heave whorish eyeliner and her lips painted with candy apple red lipstick. Last, she had a large inflatable plug up her ass. In the three months of their courtship her master had sodomized her almost every day. Still the intrusion felt strange and made her cunt weep. It was also weeping knowing what was going to happen. This was the most important day of her life, her heart raced it was as if all the anxiety and excitement of being married, losing her virginity and giving birth was rolled into a single evening. She was not giving birth to another human, far from it. She was to become a slave. In a way, she was to give birth to herself.

Her Master let her wait. Let her think. He gave her two weeks of free time. She could cum all she wanted. She was not to feel any pain, she was to take stock. He wanted her lucid and completely free of mind when she gave herself to him. This did not happen. Although allowed to cum, she did not. She laid in bed at night, her cunt dripping savoring her helplessness. Both of them knew that whatever mind she had left, whatever choice she had was surrendered months ago. In the room, her mind raced. She tripped over the benchmarks of her submission again and again. Her imagination bounced between remembering the first time she drank piss, the first time she hurt herself for him&mdashshe lashed her cunt with a belt leaving it swollen and bruised for a full weekend--, the first time she ate shit, the day she gave away her right to cum&mdashthis was not a gift as she had lost the ability to cum without his abuse for two months prior. She even thought of the first time she ate another woman's cunt. She was not bi and possessive. Her mind was pitched in revulsion, hatred and jealousy. She had just watched her Master fuck another woman, any other man she would have left if not killed. But for her Master, she knelt and sucked his cum out of the woman's hole.

Her Master told her that after this day things would change. As a slutty whoring housewife she intrigued him, but as a fuck toy she would have to work hard both to please him in every manner and keep him interested. He almost regretted taking her. It made him so hard when she would submit fighting her own bratty sense of entitlement to submit to him. This is what she thought. She felt love: in the sharp pain that burned in her knees from kneeling: in the humiliating cum droplets that flowed down her inner legs, the stiffness of her nipples, all of this meant one thing&mdashshe loved her Master. The door open, she heard footsteps.

Rosemary Smith, tell me why you are here? Her Master's voice asked.

To give myself in slavery, bondage, abuse and love to my only Master. She answered.

Will you prove you total trust and submission to me?

Yes, oh God, yes. Total, yes.

Sign this! Her Master said handing her a piece of paper!

But Master, what ¼ She stated stopping as she heard his footsteps walking away. NO! NO! This pigwhore is sorry Master, it will sign, please punishes this shit later. I trust you&mdashI don't care! I don't care! I trust you, please, oh god, please Master. She answered choking on her tears.

He walked up and handed her the clipboard. Took her hand and pointed where she was to sign. She signed the top document which stated:

Transfer of title- Cunt, Mouth, Anal cavity and Udders

I Rosemary Smith transfer ownership of the three holes I care over to Tony David. They are now his property. As the possessor of his property, I understand and accept that I will be responsible for the full up keep of these properties. Upkeep is defined as daily shaving and oiling of his holes.

After she had signed the first sheet, Master read the document back to her. Then he asked Do you understand and accept these conditions as both valid and binding.

Rosemary whimpered I do.

Master flipped the paper and order to sign the second sheet. She did, this stated:

Confessions of a cumming slut:

I Rosemary Smith confess to the sins of Adultery, Selfishness and manipulation. I am a selfish brat. In life, I have put my needs ahead of others. Prior to meeting my one and true Master I have fucked 10 men. I admit that each man represents an act of adultery. Being of stupid mind and stubborn character, I accept that each act of Adultery deserved an act of barbaric pain. I welcome the pain, as I know it is the only way for a self-centered bitch like myself to truly regret her actions.

He read this paper to her and asked again if he had overstated anything or if both the spirit and letter of her confession was valid and true.

A small bit of anger spiked in her mind. Here she was about to give what self she had left to him and to do so she had to claim that she was selfish. But she also knew he was right. If she was giving or not a brat now, it was only due to his great command of her. She cried for a second and answered Yes, it is true. Without Master, I was a miserable self-obsessed cunt.

Master flipped the last sheet of paper. Rosemary signed it. It was simply a transfer of all her assets into the

Control of her Master. All her property real and petty was now his: from her Car and house to her dresses and shoes&mdashwhich he would give freely to non-slave women he would fuck&mdashwould be his to do with as he pleased. I will not bore you with the details of this note slave, it is simply the transfer of your non-bodily possessions over to me. Now, are you ready to be enslaved?

YES! Rosemary answered. She was in near bliss. It was as if her mind floated above her head.

We shall begin. Do you, Rosemary Smith give up your identity and previous life. Do you accept that you are my slave, whore, fucktoy, cunt, bitch, shiteater, pissswoller and masochistic cumming pig from now till the end of your natural life or my boredom with you.

The last words drilled in her mind. His boredom! She thought. My God, she lusted so long for security, she wanted to know that when he was 70 and shitting into a bag, she would be the one cleaning it and sucking his cock. This forced home the realization that even if she did ever get bratty- just the mention of her freedom would strike fear into her. She answered I do!

Then, slave shale have its name washed off its body! Her Master said, walking in front of her, she heard his pants unzip and then felt his hot urine cascading over her tits. As it did, her name was off in to the puddle at her feet. Kneeling in the smell of his piss and feeling over her chest made her clit ache&mdashneeding to be worked and played with.

Do you slave, accept the mark of your Master. In sickness and in health, in servitude and freedom, in love and devotion, to be branded as the property from this day forward.

I do! Oh god! I do.

With that her Master walked behind her. He told her to bend over onto her hands. As she did- the pain in her knees sharpened as well as the aroma of piss on her face. These were silenced as a red hot iron, bent into the shape of T was pushed in her right buttocks. She screamed in pain – pounding her fists into the hard concrete, splashing urine into her eyes and mouth as she desperately fought fainting. After 10 minutes the pain had become manageable, and she got back up to her knees and crying- in both bliss and pain said Thank you Master.

Will you mark your self slave as my owned slutwhore?

Yes Master!

Her Master walked over to a set of drawers and pulled out a pair of clippers. She gasped as he plugged them in and handed them to here. Her mind yelled – NO! and STUPID CUNT! She took the clippers and turned them on. She cried profusely. All she heard was the clipper's hum. All she felt was how they bumped her head as she pulled them over her scalp.

Touched by her submission, Master let her suck his cock and came in her mouth as she shaved her head. The anger and confusion was joy. She could feel in her mouth the lust with which her humiliation filled her Master and was happy. He came. Stepping back, her Master said you may beg me to punish you. If you do not admit to your crimes against me and beg me good enough. I will leave and it will be the last you see of me. You have a minute to compose your thoughts. I will whip you when the minute is up.

Slave knelt. Still lightheaded from the smell of his piss and the taste of his cum, she tried to concentrate. Then she remembered the confession she signed and when she felt the lash of the whip over her thigh she begged: Master! Oh Master! I love you, I love you so much. You will never know. More then anything else- more the sky is blue&mdashand the night is black&mdashI know that I was born to be yours and yours alone. But I was a stupid self obsessed cunt of a woman for 40 years and in that time, I allowed 10 other men to use your body. I am so ashamed Master, please Master! Please Master&mdashPunish me! Please&mdashyour whore begs you!

Why do you need to be punished?

Because, I am stupid and manipulative. I know I am your slave but I also know that if I am not made to hurt I can not regret enough what I have done. Oh&mdashGod, Master&mdashit is so true. Pain! Severe Pain! It is the only way to correct such a selfish cunt.

Ok slave- clean up and I will be back in two hours. I will administer your punishment.

Thank you Master! Slave said falling down on the floor and kissing his shoes in adoration of her master.

Part two: Punishment # 1:

Her Master walked in the room. Slave was kneeling, her forehead against the ground her hands reaching behind her she spread open her ass cheeks. She heard a thumb and looked to her side. A gag and feeding tube were throw to her right. As you are my slave now, you have no need to speak. You will do and be done to. All your free choice is gone. Put it in.

Slave reached and slid the tubing down her throat. Master had let her practice up to her torment. She learned how to take and live with a feeding tube. Each session got long and longer. They ended the same way with him pissing in one end of it and her cumming like a mad woman.

Stand Slave!

She did, and turned to her Master. She looked down at the floor&mdashknowing it was never her place to look at the face of her owner unless he allowed her. Pleased her Master continued: You told me that you fucked 10 men over a period of 17 years before you came to me. For this adultery, you shall be punished 10 times over a period of 17 days. Your first punishment will be the longest, a full week. You will pay for being an easy slut, and we both know the only way to punish a masochistic degradation hungry cunt like you is not to let you cum. Walk over to the sling cunt.

The sling simply was a pair of leather slings that hung about 6 feet apart from the ceiling. The straps were wide and padded. She stood, head down and legs together, the only thought in her mind was that she was not going to cum for 4 days. She had long ago understood that she not only lost the right to cum but also the ability to cum without his consent. She remembered the night, he fucked her hard for six house. Her ass and thighs wet with his cum. Her cunt engorged. Her clit was so hard it hurt. But he had forbid her to cum. It was agony. Worst was one Thursday morning. It was the day she discovered the fullness of his control. She woke up horny and made her way to the shower. It was a strange irony, before meeting her Master, she was happy with 3 or 4 cums a week. Well, she laughed when she thought about it. Compared to what her Master did to her, what she thought was a good cum was about as exciting as popping a pimple. Now, she had become such a slut, in the truest sense of the world. She lived with a constant hunger, a need to cum. Even after having orgasms that would rock her mind, when she was sure she would be sated, the need to cum would come back in a few hours. She got in the shower and turned the water on hot. Her fingers found her way to her erect clit. She pinched and rolled it, her belly felt bloated with the need to cum. She knew that in just a few minutes she would. After five minutes, a certain fear crawled into her mind. She could not cum. At that moment, she wanted to fight his control. She still had the illusion that she had some control over her cunt and body. She reached for the shower head, turned it on pulse, lead back and fingered her cunt as the pulses of hot water slapped her clit. This would surely do it she thought, she had never failed to cum like this. She was wrong again. After two minutes, she knew but did not accept his domination. She continued for ten minutes. Her body ached with need. She was so very close but it did not matter. No matter what she did, she knew she would not cum. Slave curled up in the hot water and cried knowing that she was now owned. So when he told her she would not cum for 4 days. She knew she would not. It was not only a command but a statement as real and valid as the grass is green. She only hoped that he would let her have some pain to distract her&mdashbut he knew this as well and she was to get no pain only torment.

Master walked up to his slave, and took two industrial ear plugs. He pinched them and pushed them gently in her ears. The world became silent. Then he took each ear and wrapped them in soft silk. This would prevent event he slightest sound from entering her.

Master came back with a spindle of red silk ribbon. It was about three inches wide. He then wrapped her head tightly in it. She felt the cool soft fabric against her face and scalp. This increased the humiliation of being bald. He left a slit for her eyes, nose, and mouth.

Master, took her hands and held them up to the each side. He put each arm into a long latex sleeve: the insides of which were lined with a topical anesthesia. As the sleeves were put on her arms, she felt them go numb. On her hands he put a pair of inflatable mittens. The inside was just a pair of latex mittens. The were covered with a rubber bulb. After Master put them on, he inflated them. It felt as if her hands had disappeared. She started to get the sense that she was trapped in her own body. Unable to hear or feel anything.

Master put had her put one foot up and he slid it into a latex boot and stocking. Line again with the numbing ointment, her flesh went numb. The stockings reached up to her hips. She felt strange and queasy but at the same time, her mind focused on the one sensory organ on her body. Her clit and cunt lips which were pulsing with excitement.

The final peace of the outfit was a straight jacket. It was padded on the inside as not to hurt. He put it on his slave and began to buckle it. It was not as uncomfortable as she feared. It almost felt kind of natural. Her arms were not pulled or her joints stretched. Her master buckled up the back, this caused slave to pull her head up as the neck was snug. The he walked in front of her, smiled and blew into the intake nozzles for her mittens. Her hands, already numb had turned into two balls of latex and rubber and felt like it. Last Master, secured her arms around her waist. A strap and belt came off each of the jackets wrists and were secured in back. On the sides of the jacket were two buckles that held her elbows to her side. In front, he bound both her fore arms together with a buckle just at the height of her navel. It did not hurt, but she also knew that she had no way of getting out.

Master brought a stool over and put it behind his slave. She sat down looking at the two slings. He rolled her forward and placed her legs in each of the slings. This kept them wide, her cunt open to the world, the rest of her body a mass of black latex and red silk. Master lowered two steal cables from the ceiling. Each had a hook on the end. He put the hook into two rings built into the straight jacket. Adjusting the tension, he had gotten the cable taunt enough to take most of slave's weight. Last her Master brought over the back. This was a sheet of padded leather, about three feet wide and 4 feet long. Off of each corner was a chain with a hook at the end. Slave laid back into it. Master pulled away the stool. She hung there numb except her now throbbing cunt. She was not the least bit uncomfortable. Even unable to move an inch, it was as if she was resting on air.

Master walked before her and smiled. Slave just knew that he was going to fuck her. At that point, it was what she was. A hanging cunt, only good for fucking only wanting fucking. It would be ok if he just fucked her and did not let her cum, hard but she would feel love. She was wrong.

Master walked away. She panicked, thinking he was just going to leave her there, by now the numbing effect was complete, she was nothing but a pulsing fuck hole. A true horror hit her when he came back in, rolling a table in front of him.

On the table were only three things: a steal basin, a feather duster and an oscillating fan. The duster had been mounted so that it was sticking straight up in the air.

He rolled the table under here. The pan was just below her cunt and ass. Clearly, if she was going to shit or piss it was to be used to collect and discharge here waste products. The duster stood only a few inches from her hole, that she needed to be touched. The fan was at the far end of the table. Master turned it on. Slave yelped in frustration, the soft edges of the duster flicking slightly on her open cunt. Normally, she would not even notice such a soft touch. But her body denied any other tactile sense each time the flimsy tips touched her, it felt like she was being rubbed hard. She knew that in just a few seconds she would cum. The greatness of her Master filled her mind. She was going to cum with almost no stimulation. A bliss came over her and she waited. She waited a few more minutes. Then just like in the shower eight months ago an torturous epiphany slapped her mind. Her Master told her not to cum. Unlike in the shower when she fought his control, she now knew. She would not cum. As much as she could she braced herself for 4 days of continuous miserable wanting.

Right as her Master saw the recognition in his slaves eyes. He pressed the oscillating button on the fan. NO! her mind screamed. Ever few minutes there was a touch against her lips. Then a slight cascade of air, then nothing.

The red silk became damp with tears of want and frustration. She wanted to look at her Master with hatred, but then she remembered, how hurt he was when she told him that she had fucked other men. Finally, Master decided to leave his slave alone with her remorse. He walked up behind her, and put an inflatable hood over her head. The feeding tube was pushed through a hole in the front, there was just enough room for her nostrils. Her world was black. Now with no senses her cunt became her eyes, skin, ears and mouth.

The first four hours were the worse. She realized the full horror of her situation. If he only had let her fingers free, at least she could shove her finger nails into her palms to keep her mind off her want. It was as if the fan was a sadistic kitten and she was a ball of thread. Every minute or so, taking a jab at her. But then she settled into a haze of misery. She could feel her mind slipping beyond her control. Only one thing kept her sanity intact. Her master! Slave must stay sane for her master. She thought again and again.

Four days seemed to be an both an eternity and an instant. Her master took her down. He kept the room dark and cold and silent so she would not be overloaded. Slave cried as each layer of her imprisonment was pealed away. She fell to her knees grabbed her Master's feet and kissed them. He rewarded her bring every sense in her back to life with erotic stimulation. Her first feeling was his hands pulling her free. The first thing she saw was he haunting blue eyes, sadistic and sad at the same time. The fist thing she heard was the words Good slave. The first thing she tasted was his cum.

Does slave want to cum.

Only if it would please Master for this slut to do so. Slave answered.

Kneel on the floor slave, legs spread. Reach behind and under and finger my cunt. Is slave ready to cum?

Oh God yes Master! Please! Slave yelled.

At that point she felt his scolding piss hit her clit and he heard him say Cum.

She came so hard she collapsed to the floor shaking like she was having an epileptic fit. She was cumming with her whole body and mind. It was an all consuming cum that was sublime.

Master let her sleep that night. Even bringing in a pillow for her to sleep on. They both wanted him to take her to his bed. She long for the night she could sleep under the same covers with the man that she worshiped. They both also knew that she had come to him a manipulative bitch. In the past, she saw his kindness as weakness. She loved him but change is painful and there would be plenty of nights for her to feel her Master's warmth after her punishments were over.

Part three: Punishment #2, Cunt:

Slave woke about eight hours later. Her body still tingled, as if every nerve was on edged. She looked up and next to here was a bucked that with a sticky note that said "Clean" on it. She stood up, Master turned on the light and started her cleaning. After an hour or so Master walked in.

Slave!

Slave quickly dropped to her knees, bent over and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He made her do this often. Master had a bit of a rape fetish. He liked to be able to fuck his slave without consent. This was impossible because they both knew that slave had no more consent to give. So he began to train slave by making her assume a sodomy position, but he would only ass fuck her occasionally. Despite the rarity of actually getting fucked, slave's cunt always would weep. This pleased Master's fetish to tease his slave.

Are you ready for you next punishment? Master asked.

Yes, Master, please Master! I need it! I need to be yours forever.

You brought me a used cunt. You know that.

Yes, Master&mdashI let other men fuck your cunt before I met you.

Do you think I want to shove my cock up that polluted hole?

A tear fell down slave's cheek as she answered, No, no Master. It is the hole of a slut and a whore. Slave was lying. She had never felt like a slut before meeting master. Quite the opposite, she felt undersexed. 10 men in 40 years was not so bad. But since she meet Master, she had become a true slut. Unless occupied, she spent ever second of everyday thinking about fucking, being fucked. At first, she was hesitant to call herself a slut or whore. Afraid that if she said it enough, she would believe it and become it. She was right. Now she was deeply ashamed. Before she could call herself a slut and think it was just for Master's pleasure. He got so hard when he berated her. But when she said it now, she knew it was true and she knew that there was nothing good about being a slut. To some the word slut is simply a woman who loves sex. But to slave, she was a slut and she knew what it meant. She was a woman so desperate to be fucked and used that she would whore away all of her body, mind and spirit to be fucked.

So, do you want me to clean the filth out of that hole, so it can be fuckable for Master.

Please, yes Master.

Crawl behind me slave! Master said as he left the room. Slave crawled, her head bowed. Master walked outside. It was cold out, slave hated the cold. Her body shivered but she called behind him. Master open the door to a shed. Inside there was another door. It was to a bomb shelter. The previous home owner, lived in fear of the bomb and had built it in the sixties. It was completely self contained, with a toilet, a stock of fresh water, and plenty of canned foods. Most importantly, it was 10 feet below ground. In this room, his slave could yell all she wanted, and no one could here her.

The stairs metal stairs were steep. Slave looked down and asked. Master, may slave walk down the stairs, they are too step and this clumsy slave does not want to mark Master's property.

Crawl backwards, you stupid whore. Master said.

Slave turned around. Shame washed over her. She had been fucked, treated like a dog, pissed on, but somehow the shear absurdity of the act affected her. Also as she crawled down the stairs, she could not help but feel her cunt leaking down the insides of her thighs. Master had a raging hard on. Slave had a nice round hard ass and good hips. He could see her shiny lips as she backed down the stairs. He laughed. She got wetter.

At the bottom of the stairs, slave moved to turn to her Master. He stood beside a fuck chair made out of red metal piping. It looked like a lawn chair made by DeSade. The base was made of three tubes that were welded to a circular tube on the floor and then together a few feet above the ground. This created a pyramid type effect. The back of the chair was made of three sections of padded leather: a large round one for the small of the slave's back: a wide square section for the slave's shoulders: and a curved u-shaped section for the slave's head. Slave did not see it from her kneeling view, but on the back of the bottom two pads were two sets of leather straps. These were used to hold the slave's arms as she got fucked. There was no seat or front to the chair at all. Just two metal polls that came up directly from the metal base. The polls had nothing on top of them, just metal about 4 feet in the air. The chair came with many different attachments. The owner could mount pads, pulleys or even another slave in front of the slave as she sat in the chair.

Get up slave. Walk over to the chair and bend over. Master said.

Slave got up walked to the front of the chair and bent. She felt a hypodermic needle in her right cheek. In a few seconds she fell forward. For some reason she could not stand. I just gave you a strong muscle relaxant. Master said. It will not dampen the pain you are about to feel but it will allow me to bend your body in ways you can not imagine. Also, just so you know. It wears off in about 4 hours. At that time, you will be done with your cunt punishment and you will go into you service punishment. You will still be bound, and when you muscles begin to tighten, the pain will be excruciating. As you feel this pain, you are to be glad. I'm reshaping the body of a spoiled adulterous cunt so that I can fuck it better and harder. Now, get in the chair and lay your back on the pads, put your arms up and over the shoulder rest.

Slave looked at the contraption, and walked back. She seemed confused at first squatting but that would not do. She could not just fall back onto it nor could she lean back. The pads were at a 45 degree angle to the floor. She turned and put her armpit into the upper section of the second pad. Then she wiggled around and finally got her second armpit up over the other side of the second pad. This bowed her shoulders out obscenely, like some pigeon chest freak. Once in this position, she let her body weight fall onto the back of the chair. She thought for a second that now- even without rope, she would never be able to get out of this chair. Her master then took her arms behind the chair and fitted them into the two straps. She felt the straps tighten and could feel her elbows touching. This caused a slight burning in he shoulders but not as much pain as when she was bound like this before. She looked out in front of her and saw how her legs hung lifelessly before her.

Master then approached with her new shoes. They were ballerina slippers, but made out of brass. Master had taken casts of her feet a few weeks earlier, then he made a mold of latex. Inside of the latex were steal tubes which acted as surrogate bones. The latex was soft at room temperature and could be bent and molded. Master bend each of the casts into tight. He took the feet and laid them in a bed of plaster. As the plaster hardened it held the feet in place. Then he covered the upper section of the latex feet with plaster. In a day he had a mold of his slaves feet, curled and tormented. He made a plaster mold of the bent foot and then sculpted wax around it. He left a little area at the big toe, this he would fill with padding. Not that it would be needed. He knew that just standing in his shoes would be very painful. So the slave would have to crawl all the time. The wax was sculpted into shoes, well more pegs. At the bottom was a 2 inch round base. This was all the slave would have to stand on. The shoes came in two sections. The back, where the slaves foot would be forced to be bent around and the face. The face would be laid over the slaves foot and then strapped into place.

Slave looked up as master took her foot and placed her toes into the small bronze box. Then he simple held her leg and her foot curved to fit exactly in the shoe. As she did her calf was fully contracted, yet she felt no pain. Master put the face on the shoe and laced it down. Slave felt again as if she was out of her body. Her foot had just been bound terribly but she did not feel too much pain. She knew however when the drug wore off she would could not stand it. Master let her leg drop to the floor, allowing his slave to feel the weight of her new shoe. He did the second foot. Slave watched in a daze.

Master came back with two very strange devices. Slave had no idea what they were. She made out two elements. One was a kind of T shaped for. One part metal tube that had a kind had a screw pattern cut into it. It was topped with a log kind of half tube shaped curved pad. The other section was just a square metal box, it had two holes in it and several knobs. Slaves imagination ran trying to guess what sadistic purpose this strange device was going to be used for. She did not guess correctly.

Master slid the square box down over one of the front polls. He used the knobs to secure it in place. He then slid the second section into the other hole and turned it so it was kind of parallel to the ground. Slave still was somewhat confused until Master Lifted one of her legs and laid it on the inside of the padded section. He strapped it down. There she sat, laying back like in a dentist chair, but now here legs was bound high in the air and she could feel the coldness of the room on her cunt. Master did the second leg on the same manner. Then smiling, his deliciously evil smile, he pulled out two big brass nuts. He put the nuts on the threaded end of the polls that supported slave's legs. Then he turned the each of the nuts, as he did they pushed the pads out from the poll. After ten minutes she was bound her legs spread in a full split, her pussy wide open and dripping wet. She needed to be fucked she thought.

Exposed, Master loved the site of his slave&mdashto his mind, she was less human then a hanging cunt and a cunt that he owned. Master took placed a mousetrap on each of the slave's open cunt. Taking duct tape, master tied the other end of the traps to the slave's inside thighs. Slave cried in pain of her crushed labia but hen felt her lust welling up in her.

Master had taken a vibrator and was pushing it in and out of his slave's wet cunt. She looked at Master dazed and confused, slave forgot his cunt would not cum without his permission. Suddenly, she remembered and began to beg: Please Master! Please, please let this whore cum with your cunt.

Cum slave! Master demanded. As he did he took a large red candle and dripped it directly onto her throbbing clit. Her mind was wrapped around her clit when she came. When the candle dripped onto her clit, the pain wrapped around her mind. Soon, the pain was replaced with fear.

Master was standing before his slave with a hard bristle brush. Master used it to scrap off the dried wax. Slave felt each hard plastic tip as she felt her flesh was being carved off of her body. Slave looked down and the puffy red mess that was her cunt and was somewhat surprised that it was still there. Then she felt the vibrator again. This time, it felt as if her cunt was in spasm and her belly was crushed as she needed to cum. Master gave her permission to cum, and she did again, and the wax was dripped again.

Slave now was hysterical. The pain she felt was worst then anything she had felt before. The pleasure she felt was more then she had ever before. She lost her breath, but did not know if it was the blinding pain or the sublime pleasure. Then came the vibrator again. This time, her body began to pulse and she was shaking her head. Slave did not know this, but at this time she had become nothing. She was nothing but the movement in her cunt. More then her mind and body, her being was about to cum. Her belly felt strange, like she was being punched from the inside out. She was so out of it, she could not even want to cum. All she could do was want. She was stupid and dazed with the want. Master fucked her with the dildo for 20 minutes. Slave's screams filled the room. Then master stopped.

Slave came down from the want, about to collapse in total exhaustion, Master looked at slave. He had a rag in his hand. He pressed it into her pulpy wet cunt and ordered her to cum.

The rag was saturated with rubbing alcohol. It felt like her cunt was soaked in gasoline and was ignited. She came, then collapsed into unconsciousness. A few hours later, her pain woke her. She looked up the drugs had worn off. Every joint was on fire, her cramps felt like they were impaled on spikes. Her Master was no where again. At this moment she had an epiphany, she did not care as much about the pain that riddled her body as she did that she was alone. She knew before but knew more now, that Master could inflict no pain in her that would be more then the pain she felt in his absence.

Chapter 4:

Slave woke up as she felt warm water being washed over her body. Opening her eyes, she saw a long haired blond woman standing before her. It was hard for Slave to notice anything about the woman except for two things. First she had a ball gag about the size of a grapefruit in her mouth, and two huge breasts. Slave did not know, but the woman before her came to Master ten years ago, and every year has had her breast increased so she would become more and more of a freak. Now, her chest was over 60 inches big. As slave begun to wake, the woman introduced herself&mdashby turning and showing slave her chest: Overlord's soiled pig. Slave watched as the woman moved around her. Every move the woman made was determined by the obscene orbs that hung in front of her.

The woman was gentle, but slave started to get angry. As the woman washed her legs, slave noticed that the woman's flesh was unmarked. No welt, not scar, no brand, no tattoo&mdashnothing. The woman un did the slave's legs and feet from their bindings. When she undid slave's feet from the shoes they were laced into&mdashthe blood rushed in and ignited the dormant pain. The woman massaged the pain away. It was not a sexual thing. The woman was gentle and careful not to arouse herself or her Overlord's slave. Each joint or limb that was un-bound found the woman's touch. All the time slave looked at her unblemished skin. She became outraged&mdashhow could Master be so cruel to her and leave this perverse slut unmarked. It seemed so unfair that she had to endure such agony.

Then her mind began to wrestle with the choice of confronting master. What go would that do, he would just fuck the slut in the ass and make her watch. But she also felt the last remnants of her former self start to stir. How dare he, she thought. It was not fair and Master knew it. She also knew that if she did not say something, she would just get angrier and angrier and try to manipulate Master. The only time she tried and was caught he refused to talk to her for two weeks. Even as a novice slave&mdashthe two weeks were agony. She spend every day in regret. The only thing that kept her sane was that it would be over soon. The thought of losing her Master forever would push her to the edge. She knew she would act up if she did not say something so she got up all her strength to confront Master. Little did she know, the third punishment was had already begun. Master knew that she had some brat in her&mdashand he needed to break her of it.

All of these thoughts stopped when she was completely unbound. The pig knelt on the ground and began to crawl. Slave read follow pig, which was written across the woman's ass. She also drew a breath when she looked inside the pig's ass. It was filled with a clear Lucite plug. The plug was about 4 inches wide, inside it was a tiny flashlight, so she could latterly look up the pig's bowels. She followed the pig. The pig had a hard time crawling&mdashher huge obscene breasts touched the ground.

As they approached the house, pig crawled to the living room&mdashwhich was set up like an interrogation chamber. There was a card table with a deck of flash cards, a chair, a cattle prod and a bright light. Opposite the chair were a pair of handcuffs that came down from the ceiling.

Put the Slave in position! Master said.

The pig walked around and pushed slave to here knees. Her tits were put on top of the card table and her wrists were secured in the handcuffs. Master looked at pig and stated: Get the fuck in the corner&mdashyou filthy piece of shit, I will drag that cum infested hole you came to me with out here when I need it. He then looked at slave, smiled and said You did very well slave, you made you Master very hard, I am pleased.

Thank you, Master&mdashoh, thank you.

But we both know that you fucked committed adultery ten times before coming to your Master, and you have only been punished twice.

Yes, Master&mdashplease punish me more.

Now Slave, all you have to do is get through this one deck of flash cards and you punishment will be over. This terrified slave, the worst punishments she was given always started off like he was going to be kind to her, she knew this would be the same. She was right.

Master picked up the first card, it had a red square on it. He showed it to her and asked What is the color of this blue square?

Blue Master. Slave said just before the cattle prod was pushed into her rib cage.

How dare you lie to me you fucking cunt! It is red. Master yelled. Lets try this one, Master said holding up a flash card with a blue triangle on it. Then he said What shape is this blue square?

It is a triangle, Master. Slave said, and another jolt shook her body.

You defy your Master, you worthless whore! Master said. He then took the next card and it was a blue square. So slave, what color is this yellow square?

I don't know Master, I'm too stupid to know. Slave said hoping her self-berratement was what Master wanted. She was wrong and knew it as a third bold struck her body. Did I tell you to comment- you answer- if you don't know then guess and get the prod like you deserve.

Master picked up the forth card, a yellow circle and said What color is this yellow circle?

It is yellow, Master. The slave felt the prod again. Master yelled at her How dare you call it yellow stupid cunt, it is clearly blue. I am not even going to do the last one. Tell me what you are thinking cunt, and you better not lie.

You're being unfair Master. I try, I try so hard, I give to you more then any other man. It was not fair.

I am the Master?

Yes, Master&mdashyou are my Master.

Do I have to care about you?

No Master.

From now on slave, whatever I do to you or demand of you is fair and just. Because I say it is so. So tell me slave, was this test fair?

Yes, Master&mdashit was fair.

Why?

Because, you say so&mdashand you are the Master.

So, one more round, just to see if you can pass the test. Master said. He took the five cards, and this time round went through and correctly identified ever card as did the slave. She never felt the cattle prod again.

So slave, would you like your reward the taste of my cum?

Please Master, yes?

Good, and you will do anything for it.

Yes Master.

Pig- get the fuck over here and drag that seeping ulcer you pass off as a cunt with you. Master yelled. Pig hurried in and bowed her head at Master's feet. Let my slave down, put her on the ground. She is going to eat out your cunt while you suck my cock pig.

Slave was irate! How dare he. She could promised her the taste of his cum. Then she remembered the lesson and handed Master the cattle prod. Here Master.

What is this for slave?

I need to be punished.

Why slave?

I thought for a second that making me eat out this lesbian whores cunt while she got to suck your glorious cock was unfair. Please punish me Master for daring to judge you.

As you wish. Master said taking the prod shoving it hard in her belly and turning it on. If felt like her insides had turned to soup but which was nothing compared to the guilt she felt when she questioned Master. Dutifully, she laid flat on her back and Master's pig lowered her cunt over the slaves face. It was dripping girlsnot all over here. It was all slave could do not to vomit. She worked her cunt hard, shoving her tongue deep inside it. She would clamp her mouth on the pig's clit and suck it. Meanwhile pig sucked Master like a pro. She pushes out her tongue and curled it under his balls as she tried to ram his cock into her throat. Pig came three time, each time leaving a pool of girlsnot on slave's face. Then master came. He snapped his fingers and pointed down to his slave. Pig grabbed the slave's cunt and started to finger it. Slave fought it but she was good and got her very wet.

Does slave want to taste the cum of her master?

Yes, Master! Please Master!

Do you want to cum when you do so?

Oh God, Yes Master!

Now pig spit out the cum into my slave's mouth.

Pig bending over, let all the white fluid drip down into slave's mouth. As she did, slave felt the warmth of Master's urine hitting her clit. She came instantly. It was not as intense as the pain cums, but it was a charming little cum. She laughed when she thought this. Now it was just a minor cum, in her previous life its it would have rocked her world.

I will leave you to get acquainted, as you will be seeing a lot of each other. Master said as he walked out of the room. Oh, were are my manners? Pig, this is slave. Slave, this is pig. He said shutting the door behind him.

Chapter 5: Slave meets pig, punishment number 4

Pig walked over with a bucket with two sponges. Her and slave wiped up Master's floor. They did so quietly. When the were done Pig crawled over to the corner. She picked up a tube of lipstick and crawled back to slave. Slave was still lost in the taste of her Master's cum. She thought to her self that she was as addicted to it as the worst coke addict. Since the first time she felt his cum hit the back of her throat, she knew that she needed the taste. She had lost 40 pounds since she first tasted his cum. From then on every food had no flavor, unless master was kind and cummed on it first. She felt Pig lift her up and sit her in the chair. Pig had slave open her knees wide and then got on the table and knelt on her knees, her own legs open wide. Slave saw the naked cunt of this woman dripping wet. She felt a slight kinship. Pig wrote on her large artificial tits "Please let Pig speak."

Slave nodded her head. Part of her wanted to beat the crap out of this whore in front of her who had just sucked a cock slave had hoped would only be hers but she knew that Master would not tolerate any abuse. Pig undid her strap and began to speak.

Thank you! I have so much to tell you. Please forgive me sucking your Master's cock.

No, no&mdashyou saw what he did to me. I deserved to suck it.

It's not about deserve with Overlord, you should know&mdashI am not allowed to suck his cock but four times a year.

Slave felt scared for a second. She trusted her Master, but knew how stubborn he was. She didn't want to know anything more about Pig but she needed to know how to avoid her fate. She knew that if Master chose not to let her suck his cock ever again, she would have to deal with it. All she cared about was her Master, and any sacrifice would be worth just sitting next to him. But she certainly did not want to find herself in the same position. Slave stated: Master must be happy, I'm not found of having some cunt to share him with, but if he wants it. But do not think I don't hate you for having my Master's cock.

Please, I am not a slave.

What? What are you?

I'm just a worthless piece of shit whore. Ten years ago, I met your Master on line. He was perfect for me. I need a man who will never forgive me for my life of vial sluttiness&mdashI am just holes to be fucked and I let them get fucked so much that they are of no use to Master.

Sounds like a slave to me.

No, you do not understand. I'm not now or never will be a slave. Even a Master as great as Overlord can not wash the sin away from my cunt.

Why do you stay?

Because, he is Overlord. Men treated me like shit all the time, but few called me shit. All of them tried to break me and make me into a pain slut. I need an owner to keep me in the lowly position of pig that I've earned with a life of whoring and Overlord does. Each year Overlord gives me one day in which he will fuck my ass and cunt all day and night. Overlord takes viagra to keep him hard. October 31, he fucks me silly.

Why does he fuck you then?

Overlord likes me to be his freak. He got me a job cleaning toilets at several of the local gas stations. I'm so happy I get to work for him and it reminds me everyday, what I am. A selfish pig wore who condemned itself to a life of wiping up the shit and piss of strangers. Overlord takes most of my money and puts it in a bank account. Each year he lets me take out $20,000 and I go get his udders enlarged.

But Master says he hates boob jobs.

Oh he does. The one time a year he fucks me he looks at me with total disgust and tells me that with out the viagra his cock could never get hard for piece of shit fuck freak like me.

Why does he make you get them?

So the world will see me as what I am. Now, I go out in public everyone knows I'm a whore. It is degrading, women sneer at me. It hurts when I'm at the mall and a mother will force her children to look the other way when I walk by. All the men look at me like some blow up doll. Teen age girls are the worse. When I get out of line, Master will punish me by making me go to the mall. Dressed up as a cheep whore. It is always horrible. Last time a pack of girls followed me, laughing at me. What is worse, is I come home and my cunt is dripping but Overlord makes me tell him and any guests or subs he has over what happen to me that day.

That is horrible.

Yes, but it is more then I deserve. Sometimes I get bratty and forget my place. The last time Overlord had been out late and I was to wait for him to get home. I was so tired; I fell asleep and did not wake when the door opened.

He doesn't whip you?

No! Pig is not a pain slut. Master says that only women who take pain for him can be slaves, I'm just a pathetic piece of shit that he allows to be around him. He hasn't touched any of the rest of the money. I can leave at any time, he says that I've got like $300,000.00 saved up so far. Slave felt angry. She knew she was a masochist, but she also thought Master made her into one. Pig notice the anger in slave's eyes and tried to assuage her Please don't hate me!

He doesn't hurt you!

You don't understand. I'm not good enough to be hurt. I know that. I had a chance to be a slave and I chose to be a pig. Besides ¼ . Pig said pausing.

Besides what?

Besides, besides no amount of pain and punishment can redeem me. I chose to be a filthy fuck thing. I chose to have strangers fuck me in the ass. I chose to blow men in subway rest rooms. I've whored out all that is human and made my self a pig. I love Overlord for never pretending I wasn't.

Why are you telling me this?

Overlord likes you. Pig said quietly and begun to cry. I want Overlord happy, and I can only service his needs once a year. I love you for fucking my Overlord.

That moment, Slave felt a bit of empathy for Pig. One of Master's great sadism was as much as he took he left a slave aware of her position. She knew the power he had and how it exhilarated and hurt at the same time. I'm not bi.

I know. Overlord told me.

I didn't like eating you, I did it for Master.

I know! I know. You don't have to be bi. Overlord has told me that this is the last time you will ever taste my cunt. I'm at your disposal.

Why?

Because, I'm shit, you are a slave.

You love him?

No! Overlord refuses to accept my love. He says that what I think is love is just need, I'm too used to know love, but I do need him. Pig answered. The she sighed and said It was good to meet you. I need to get the next punishment ready for you.

Will you watch?

No, I don't like what he does to you. Besides, Master is going to be hungry when he is done so I need to go to the store. Pig said putting the ball gag back in her mouth. She took slave by the hand and walked her over to the far wall. On it were 4 hooks. Two about eight feet in the air, 6 feet apart. Two at the base of the wall also six feet across. She had slave stand up on a box as she put the first two cuffs on. Then secure a short length of chain to each of the upper hooks.

She pulled the box out and slave fell to the ground, her shoulders burring with pain as she hung by them. Then Pig put cuffs on both of slave's ankles pulling them apart. Slave hung spread eagle. The last bit of horror was when slave put a welder's mask over slave's head- covering her face and a large collar on her neck. Slave did not know what was going to happen- but she knew having her face and neck protected was not good. She hung in her fear for an hour.

Master walked in, his voice breaking slave out of the daze of pain she was in.

Ten men? You let ten Men fuck my cunt and ass?

Yes Master! Yes, I whored out your cunt, ass and mouth. Please, please Master please forgive me.

Forgiveness? What does slave need before she can be forgiven.

Punishment, please punish me. I know I was a slut! I know! I need to be your slave! Slave said yelling. She knew that if Master told her she was a pig, she would be one and she was quaking with fear. Less of the bullwhip then ending up like pig.

You will take ten straps of the whip! You will beg me before each one. As I whip you- you are to confess to your adultery and degrade yourself before you beg me to whip you again. Do you understand cunt?

Yes, God yes. Slave cried, she wanted, no needed the pain. She wanted to show Master how much she loved him.

Begin!

Please Master! I was a whoring bitch before I met you. Please punish me for whoring out your cunt. Please Master.

Slave hear a wush as the bull whip was pulled back. Then a thump as it hit the wall behind master, then as she started to here a second wush, pain seared into her back. She trust her body into the wall and began to cry uncontrollably. It was as if a red hot piece of steal was laid on her back. Nothing but pure clear pain.

It took about two minutes for her to regain her senses. Choking on her tears, slave continued: Please Master, please&mdashpunish this cunt! Punish this shit-eating piss drinking whore. Make her your salve! Please ¼ As she beg she felt the wush, thump, wush and again her back exploded in pain. It was as if her shoulders were cut in two. The pain was so intense that she gasped for breath.

Three minutes later, she began again. Please Master Please whip this arrogant cunt for not coming to your earlier! Please. Wush, thump, wush: the whip landed over the slave's ass. Master had pulled the whip through; the feeling was like a fishhook was pushed in one check and pulled over her ass through the second.

Slave felt faint but began again. Please, punish the brat out of your slave master! Wush, thump wush, Master did her ass again, this time from left to right, as if the fish hook was pulled in the opposite direction.

Please Master, Please- shit, cunt, whore, bitch, and pig&mdash fucking shit. Please please punish slave. Wush, thump, wush. This strike hit her thighs.

Fuck! Oh fuck- oh God! I deserve this, I love you master! Please punish me. Wush, thump, wush: This strike Master snapped the whip so that the tip slammed into one spot. It felt like a railroad spike had been hammered into her hip.

Crying hysterically, all slave could do was whimper, Please, please, please please ¼ . Wush, thump, wush. Master cracked the whip at her left hip.

Please, please please, please. At this point slave was delirious, she was off in a haze. At this point slave did not as much feel the pain of the last three strikes as they broke her out of her high and for a moment of agony she felt all of the pain in her body.

The slave held on till ten, her consciousness' was hanging by a frayed thread. Master walked up to her undid her leg cuffs first. Slave wobbled more then stood. Then he undid her hands. Slave fell onto Master's chest offering her broken bleeding body to him as a sign of her love.

Master inserted a single finger into slave's cunt and rubbed her clit. Then kissed her deeply and gently&mdashhis breath filling her body. Slave came and fell off.

She woke the next day. Lying on her back. Pig was at her bed crying as she changed slave's bandages. She tried to be gentle but each time she touched slave's torn skin with the iodine, slave screamed in agony.

Slave went back to sleep.

Pig looked down at slave and cried. She hated her Master at that moment. Pig hated pain, other then the odd nipple twist or spank to keep her in her place. Slave's flesh looked so bad, so injured, so much pain. She hated her Master for what he had done. There was only one thing to do.

Pig got up and crawled back to her room. The master built pig a sty just in the crawl space under the stairs in the basement. The floor was always cold and it was slightly damp most of the time. It was decorated in all hot pink and red. Pig had her own bed. It was a dog bed Master bought for pig a few years ago. Although it was barely large enough for Pig to be able to get to sleep on curled up in an fetal position, it was the only softness he allowed her. He even allowed pig to have he own CD collection. Each month pig was given a twenty, she could go to the music store and pick out however many CD's she wanted. They became like a tether to pig's sanity. They were the only thing that Pig was allowed to actually own. Everything else, her clothes, dildo, food&mdashwas Master's and she got to ask for permission to use or consume any of them. But her CD's were hers and hers alone. Pig kept her outside clothes in this room.

Pig had to bend over to stand in her sty. She flipped through the clothes until she found the perfect dress. Master had pig by it; it was originally a size 18 maternity dress. They bought it at the 2 nd hand charity store. Pig thought it was the most awful tasteless thing she had ever scene. In her past life, she had been a somewhat urbane young woman. The dress was hot pink. It was decorated with yellow flowers and a bumble bee made out of rind stones around the chest. Even thought designed for a pregnant 200 pound woman, pig could hardly get the dress over her fake tits. What was a conservative neckline for a much larger woman showed off much of pig's cleavage. Then Master had pig alter it. One day he came home with an old girdle. Pig then sewed it into the midsection of the dress. This did three thing. First, the girdle itself brought Pigs waist into a small and uncomfortable 21 inches. Second, Pig had to sew it close to the chest for it to look right. When pig put it on, the fabric stretched out to accommodate her tits and the neckline widened so it was just about down to the middle of massive orbs. Finally, it make pig have to shove her chest up to put on the dress. Not only did she look like a slut, she looked like a campy parody of a slut. The last alteration was for the skirt. Master did not let Pig take it in, so it just hung like drapery over her ass and thighs. He did make her take it up so that it hung only about 8 inches below her ass and cunt. Any shorter and Pig would risk being arrested for indecent exposure. Finally, pig put on a pair of hot pink bowling shoes, her slutty make-up and put her hair into pig tails.

Pig looked at herself. It was about 3 pm on a Saturday afternoon. The Mall would be packed. Especially with young women both professional and in college. She felt hatred for her Master, she must be punished and the scorn of strangers always made her cry. Pig put her pepper spray and $20.00 in her bag, and went up to Master.

Pig crawled to master, who was watching a football game on TV . Overlord, your slave is downstairs. Oink. Pigshit cleaned and re-bandaged her, Oink. Pig is going to go to the mall for some degradation, Oink.

What have you done?

Pig questioned its Overlord. Pig needs to be punished for forgetting Overlord is supreme.

Good Pig! Make sure you feel much degraded and vial. I forbid you to cum.

Yes, Overlord. Pig will please overlord.

Pig got to the mall and parked far away. She got out of the car and as she walked by she could feel the gawking begin. Mothers would come out with their children and look at pig with hatred. Several would stop and turn their children's head in shame. She walked into through one of the large department stores at the end of the mall. They hated her in the store, and had tried to get her arrested on several occasions, but they could not explain how what pig had on was any more obscene the stuff that they sold in the women's department. Three years ago, they threw her out and were sued by Master. They settled out of court. Since, they let pig in, but they had employees picked out to follow her around the store, three feet behind her. It was degrading. Not only did she look like a tramp, now she looked like a petty thief.