“PLEASE, NO, DON’T DO THIS, I’M BEGGING YOU”
“Oh no, you little teasing slut, you don’t get out of this by begging. You don’t get out of this at all. Every day for years I had to put up with you and your friends from school walking past this house, throwing trash in my yard, I’ve had to put up with you walking that little dog of yours crapping on the sidewalk outside. This neighbourhood has even put up with you playing your shitty teeny bop music all hours of the night because your parents don’t have an ounce of discipline in them. Well you’ll learn discipline now… When I saw you in the registry I made your dad a nice fat offer so he could get an upgrade from your mom, and no longer have to take care of you. You’re mine now you useless cunt.”
He had her pinned to the ground, his knee dug savagely into her spine with his shin trapping her arms behind her. She heard the tearing of packaging and then there was the cold feeling as the band locked in place around her neck.
“Nooo…” she whined, feeling the band adjust against her skin.
“I always wondered what I’d rename you if I got the chance. So, fuck it, you’re now Jizzyteen. It’s not like you’re going to live to see your twenties anyway.”
He tore her school uniform away one piece at a time, discarding it across his lawn next to the trash she’d dropped there just a few minutes earlier. When he was done he added to her humiliation by slipping a steel choke chain around her neck, tightening it to the point a single movement would leave her gasping for breath.
“Now you little cunt, you’re coming with me, we’re getting you some work done.”
Jizzyteen got to her feet and went to follow before her legs were kicked out from underneath her. “DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO STAND? No. I did not. You will bitchwalk like a proper slave you miserable slut. Fuck it, you can be dragged for now.”
Unable to see through the tears she felt the chain tighten around her neck, leaving her robbed of breath. She brought her hands to her throat but the force dragging her meant she couldn’t even get a fingernail between the chain and her throat as it dug in savagely to the pale flesh.
“PL-GHK…CN’T….UGH…BRTH!”
He barely missed a step dragging her over the lawn to the car. “Cunts like you shouldn’t get too used to breathing. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to practice with my cock down your throat.” He opened the trunk of the car and bundled her in amongst the mouldy smelling blankets, half bottles of washer fluid and a leaking can of motor oil.
“You’re going to regret your bullshit, slut. Every day, every night. I’m gonna make absolutely sure of it.”
“Please….please just…..don’t hurt me…” she said, curled up in the trunk of the car, desperately trying to hide her nakedness. He reached in and wrenched her hair hard.
“Pain only really matters when it applies to people, and you’re not a fucking person any more. You’re a slave, a thing, my toy, little more than a container for whatever cum I choose to bless you with. Get used to pain, slut. It’s all you fucking deserve.” With that he tossed her fully back into the trunk and slammed down the lid, condemning her to darkness and tears.
—
The trunk lid opened and before she could defend herself the chain around her neck was yanked hard enough to pull her out and onto the asphalt. “We’re here, cunt. Time to say goodbye to your body being your own.”
“What, I–” She barely had the words out of her mouth when a slap knocked her prone.
“Did I ask you to speak you disobedient little cunt? You’re going to take some real training. Good. Plenty of time for you to learn to hate me. Come on, this way, my friend owns this place. Should get a good deal.”
She looked around, her eyes still adjusting to the light. They were in a seedy strip mall. Half the stores were boarded up, but one was still open. Mods-R-Us. “Oh gods, no, please, please, no, I can please you with what I have. Please, don’t let them do things to me, please, gods, no.”
He looked down at her weeping blue eyes, half hidden by the long fine blonde hair now hanging over her face. “Pathetic little cunt. Pleasing me isn’t the issue. You and all women like you need to suffer. Arrogant little sluts. You need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed her chain and began moving towards the store. To save being dragged Jizzyteen got to her feet and walked behind for a few steps before a downward yank on the chain forced her face to meet the asphalt with force. “You had one warning. Outside the house you bitchwalk. I don’t care if it hurts, the only bit of your health I’m concerned about is if your fuckholes are still usable.”
She began crawling, fat droplets of tears landing beneath her. They entered the store, the chain feeling heavy around Jizzyteen’s neck. She couldn’t see anything apart from the base of a wooden counter, though, from her position on her knees.
“Hey Dale, great to see you” said her new owner.
“Max, you old dog, finally got the one you’ve been talking about?”
“You bet your ass I did. She’s done nothing so far except give me reasons to slap and choke her.”
“Well you go for an untrained 18 year old, Max, and she’ll test your fucking patience. Maybe we can get her a little more co-operative for you?”
Max laughed. She’d never known his name was Max. He’s always just been that asshole or if people were feeling charitable Mr Felter. He was in his 50s, but still had a build that said he probably played Football when he was young, and as far as she knew he lived alone in the house at the end of her block. Generally whenever she’d seen him it was his sour face shouting at the kids in the neighbourhood to keep it down, and stop throwing junk on what passed for his dirt patch of a front lawn.
She dreaded what was about to come next, she didn’t know, she’d only vaguely heard of mod-shops. She knew running was futile, wherever she went the band would locate her to a few feet, there was no escaping that. More than that, though, she’d end up flat on her back and slapped senseless, or dragged to wherever, choking all the way as the chain bit into her neck once more well before then if her new Master got even a whiff of rebellion, he’d certainly already demonstrated that.
“Yeah, I was thinking of getting your Ultimate Control package, but mind if I add a few extras?”
“Yeah, sure man, it’s a quiet day, whatever you want.”
“Okay, so let’s add QuikSlut code…”
“Ooh, good choice. Never hurts to have access to a cunt’s registry page in a heartbeat. You want that on her neck, or a replacement for her pussy hair when that’s lasered off?”
“Back of the neck, I always like it when they have to pull up their hair to expose it for you. Then if we can upgrade the chip to a level 2…”
“I can do level 3 for, like, 20 bucks more.”
“What do I get from level 3?”
“Complete hormonal control, as well as sensory deprivation.”
“Oh, go on then. Level 3.”
“I can do degrading or servonym tattoos with that if you want, or pussy preservation piercings while I’m down there?”
“No, no, just the standard, laser off the hair. I want those nice brass piercings they use on hucows to really stand out.”
“Cool. Well, okay, leave your cunt with me, and she should be done in about 2 hours?”
Max looked down at her “You hear that you little slut? 2 hours and you go from subhuman to something even lower than that. Didn’t think that would be happening this morning did you? Must be eating you up inside. I hope you scream your big fat tits off.”
Jizzyteen could do nothing but cry, her face a mess of dirt from the garden and the trunk mixing with her makeup and tears only making her look more pathetic as she stayed on all fours at her master’s feet.
“So, no numbing agents then?” asked Dale on hearing this.
“Oh gods, no. I want this slut to suffer.”
“Fair enough. So you want to wait here, watch…or?”
“Nah, I’ve got shit to do. I don’t need to hear her screaming to know how much pain she’s in. I’ll be back later. You hear that, slut, scream all you like. No one’s going to pay a damn bit of attention” he handed over her chain to the unseen man on the other side of the counter, and made his way out.
A section of the counter folded in and a sharp yank on her chain convinced her to crawl around the other side of the counter. On one side stood a set of small cages, barely tall enough to lie in stacked 4 across, and 4 high. Several had women crammed inside, presumably waiting for pickup, the others lay empty.
“You’re lucky, slut, no queue today. I was about to close early but I’m not going to turn down a couple of grand to make sure you’re in exactly the shape that sadistic fucker wants.
“Please, I’m freshly banded, not even in the registry, you could take the band off and give me a chance to get away, I don’t want to be modded, please, he’s said he’s going to kill me.”
“Firstly that’s really fucking bad business, secondly it’s illegal….and thirdly…” he spun around and caught her with a vicious boot to the stomach that knocked the wind right out of her “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, cunt. Speak again without being asked and you’ll be getting a nice little mod I only give to really talkative sluts. Full glossectomy…taking your tongue….we don’t really have the facilities, but to be honest all you really need is something to pry your pretty little mouth open, a bench vice, and a REALLY hot knife. You’d scream like hell, might even kill you but if you can’t learn to keep that fucking mouth shut then it will be my pleasure to not only do it….but setup a mirror so you could watch.
Jizzyteen resigned herself to the fact there would be no more protest, no resistance. The only option she would have was compliance.
She was led to a white tiled room with drains in the floor, a coiled hose in the corner, several mobile trays she couldn’t see the contents of from the floor, and a metal chair built for restraint.
“Get in the chair, slut.” he said as he removed her neck chain. She crawled over to the chair which was still damp from a hose down. She gulped looking at it, and felt a hard lump in her throat. She looked back at him as he assembled items onto one of the trays, barely holding back from begging him to stop once more before remembering his earlier threats. She had no reason to doubt him. Swallowing her fear she climbed up into the chair, remaining on her knees until the last moment to avoid further beatings.
She settled in, the cold damp metal pressing uncomfortably against her, the chair kept her in an awkward position that exposed her genitals by means of having two individual legs for her to rest in that were far enough apart for easy access. Out to the sides she could see two more protrusions where she was sure her arms would be restrained. She’d barely thought this when the man came over and began flipping restraints into place. They were simple half circles of metal that ran from grooves at the rear with a ratchet to stop her pushing them back. He started at her ankles, then locked just above her knees, next came a two part waist band that was lowered until it pushed both her front and back against frigid steel. Next her head was pushed back and another semicircle was closed around her neck, being adjusted upwards until her neck was stretched enough it threatened to begin choking her. Now with her body and legs immobilised it was a simple matter for him to lock her arms in place above the elbow, and at the wrist.
He worked quickly and quietly, using two additional panels to lock her head in place. She now took the time to look at the trays in front of her and wished she hadn’t. She tried for a second to pull at the restraints, but unforgiving steel was not about to budge no matter how hard she tried.
“Don’t bother, slut. This is going to hurt like hell, but unless you can lift an ox one-handed you’re not going anywhere. Hundreds of worthless sluts just like you have been where you are, and after you there’s going to be hundreds more.”
He had his back to her, working at one of the trays, there was a slight hissing noise.
“Now,” he said, “brace yourself or don’t, because this is really going to fucking hurt.” He turned, keeping his hands out of sight and walked up close to her. Her breathing quickened as he closed, tears welled in her eyes, with nowhere to go she tried to push backwards more into the bed. He noticed this and laughed “Aww, aren’t you a scared little cutie. Max is going to have a fun time raping you senseless. The fear makes all your muscles tense, teen pussy like yours is unbelievably tight if you can be kept scared and in pain.” he reached up, grabbed her nose, her vision was almost entirely blocked by his hand but she felt what came next.
Her every muscle tensed, and she screamed bloody murder as a white hot explosion of pain overtook her. Uselessly her limbs pulled against the steel that trapped her.
“God I love that scream.” he said, “Don’t worry if you smell flesh sizzling. There’s nothing you can do about it, and it’s going to hurt for a good long while. You’re going to look real good with a nice thick ring through your nose. Just the thing to lead you around by, no need to go and find a collar every time you’re treated to time outside the house.”
The pain was beyond Jizzyteen’s comprehension, and she was verging on passing out when he took hold of one of her breasts roughly and she felt another spike of raw agony. She balled her fists, curled her toes, and screamed more. Borderline between delirium from the pain, and adrenaline fuelled rage she could now see what was happening. The man had a selection of long thick needles, each of which he was heating to a fiery orange glow before piercing her body.
“You know we don’t get as much call for this as we once did. Sluts are more obedient now than when I was young but there’s something very pleasing about a fully ringed up girl. As he moved from needle to needle her breathing became more ragged, her screams more raw. Tears streamed down her face.
“Must feel bad not to be able to call me names, not to be able to tell me what a prick I am, not even to be able to beg me to stop. Go on, you’ve got permission, beg me. Let’s see how hard you can beg me to stop.”
“Please…please st–AUGH”
As she spoke he chose his moment to grab her tongue with a pair of tongs.
“Gotcha you little whore. Gods above I love that one. Don’t worry, though, no glossectomy today, just this….” with which he inserted another one of the spikes straight through her tongue.
Finally Jizzyteen was unable to handle it any more, her screams faded in her throat. Her eyes rolled back, and her mind retreated from reality.
—
Jizzyteen awoke in pain. She was sore, still restrained, but in a new position. She was now face down and could feel buzzing and pricking on her neck. She went to ask what was happening but was met with more pain and a sickening sensation from her tongue.
“Ah, the sleepy little slut awakes. I don’t recommend talking. Just to stop you swallowing it your new tongue ring is locked to your nose ring. Nice and safe to stop you choking but they’ve still got to hurt like fuck. Cauterising them with heat, and using specially treated metals should stop them getting too infected, though. You managed to pass out all the way through your clit piercing and hair lasering, must have been a real shock to your system. Almost finished with your tattoo now too. Nice clear QuikSlut code. Anyone ever pulls your hair up and puts their phone near your neck it gets them right to the registry on your very own slutty little page. Better yet, if you ever do make a break for it and get that pretty little band off then this will be here to let everyone know you’re still just a worthless piece of pussy who needs kidnapping and raping as an example to all womankind.”
He worked for a few more minutes in silence, the tattoo needle hurting her, but not as much as anything else already had that day. Eventually the buzzing stopped and Jizzyteen was thankful for the break. “There, all done,” there was a beep behind her, and a phone was thrust in her face, “Look, works first time too. Name and owner all updated, some lovely pictures of you during your PI. I even added a few of your new piercings while you were out. No reviews yet, but I’m sure that’ll change if Max decides to rent you out to every sick fuck in the neighbourhood.” She looked up at him, anguish in her eyes, still unable to speak with her tongue ring linked to the one in her nose. “If you’re sad now then your day’s about to get a LOT worse you little whorelet.”
He reached onto one of the wheeled trays his tools had been arrayed on and picked up a syringe. “This is a little concoction from Hartholz PharmaMedical. Something to do with nanites. Honestly it goes over my head, but I know what it can do. See these little things fuck with the chemicals in your brain. Hormones, dopamine, oestrogen, testosterone, adrenaline…they can alter your mood, bring you up, put you down, wake you up, make you sleep…and because your new owner decided to splash out a bit more he gets some really fun options. Nerve blockers, pain inducers, all sorts of cool shit. He could make your body feel like it’s freezing to death on a warm summer’s day and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it. He could flood your brain with a chemical soup that’ll make you the dumbest bitch alive. If he reads the handbook he can even induce addiction too. Just a little dopamine hit every time you swallow a load.”
“Now,” he continued, “Unfortunately for you these fuckers hurt like hell. So the second hour of you waiting for your master to get back is probably going to be in delirious pain. Still, nothing you shouldn’t be used to for today.” With that he jabbed the needle in the side of her neck. At first she was confused, it felt like any other injection…then came the pain.
Spreading out from her neck and through her body every nerve ending caught fire and straining against her restraints she let out a visceral banshee shriek of a scream. She looked at him through vision clouded with pain, unable to control herself. Her eyes begged him to end her suffering.
“I think it’s time we got you all nicely caged up for when your owner comes back, huh?”
—
After an hour she could finally think straight again. Her body was in the middle of a cold sweat, covered in scratches and scrapes from where she’d attempted to resist being caged. She couldn’t sit, even when she lay there was maybe two inches of space above her. Her breathing was still laboured, she was still covered in dirt, and as the pain of the injection receded the pain from her new piercings and tattoo came back. She wept. Earlier today had been a normal school day like any other. She’d expected to go home, call her friends, she knew there was meatloaf for dinner. She wondered what had happened to her mom given her new owner had said her dad planned to upgrade.
She’d known her mom had been a slave since she was born, but dad treated her just like any other freewoman except for his insistence on a blowjob every day when he got home from work no matter what she was doing. She’d known her home life was a little strange, not every teen gets to see their mother eat their dinner still covered in cum, but in general it felt pretty normal.
She heard the shop door open, she couldn’t turn to see it being so heavily restricted by the cage around her. “Hey Max, she’s all ready for pickup. Nearly screamed the place down, she’ll be lucky if she can talk above a whisper tomorrow.”
“The only time she’ll need to open her mouth is to fit a cock inside there so I wouldn’t worry too much about the little cunt.”
“Oh, I wasn’t worried, just telling you in case you wondered why she was trying to beg for mercy but couldn’t.”
The cage door opened behind her and she felt searing pain in her scalp as she was dragged by her hair out onto the floor. She collapsed in a heap and stayed there, crying silently. This was a nightmare, it had to be. Her choke chain was passed back over her neck and she was soon led back outside to crawl painfully over the warm rough asphalt under the setting sun.
The journey back to her new home was thankfully short, and before she was dragged inside, the chain biting into her neck once more she got a brief glimpse of her old home. The lights were on, dinner would be long over. Her stomach growled in response. With all the pain and filth she hadn’t even really considered quite how hungry she was.
“Honey, I’m home!” her Master said in a cheery way. She didn’t know what she’d expected from the inside of the house, but it wasn’t this. Everything was bright, cheery, stylish, but more than a little retro.
“Welcome back, darling” said a woman who appeared from out of another room. Her clothes and hair were just as much a throwback as anything else here. She couldn’t have been much older than Jizzyteen herself but she wore a bright sleeveless dress with a slim clean white apron that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a woman from a century ago. She had jet black hair in a tidy bob, bright green eyes that twinkled, and a wide smile that was underlaid with a hint of desperation. It was only with a second glance that things began to stand out. The black choker around the neck, the ankle chain that stretched back into another room.
He gave her a gentle peck on the cheek. “Look what I bought for us, honey, our very own painslut.”
“Oh, and isn’t she adorable. You always said you fancied a blonde to regularly beat. What’s her name?”
“Jizzyteen”
“Well I certainly hope she lives up to that name for you darling. She’s going to look just amazing slathered with your jizz, and begging you to stop.”
“Yes, won’t she just. Why don’t you go and put my dinner on the table then go and clean this whorelet up while I eat.”
“Of course. Would you like her prepared in any special way for you?”
“Just clean, and dry. She won’t be getting any clothes.”
“Yes, darling. I’ll go and put your food out for you now.”
The woman departed, dragging her ankle chain behind her. Jizzyteen found herself dragged to a room on the other side of the house. The room was white tiled, sterile, windowless, and cold containing little more than a recessed drain in the floor, some locked cabinets, a sink, and a showerhead on a hose that was clipped to the wall.
“Stay here, little cunt. Kinkytart will be along in a second, provided she doesn’t need a beating.”
The door closed behind him as he left. She heard distant shouting and a smash. Eventually the woman she’d seen earlier entered the room, her beautiful pale skin blemished by a red mark and swelling that covered most of her left cheek. There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
She checked the hallway nervously, and then quietly shut the door behind her, for the first time Jizzyteen noticed the gap under the door that allowed her chain under it. “If you want to do yourself any favours then hook your choke chain over where the showerhead is and end it now. I’m too much of a coward.”
“What?” Said Jizzyteen, shocked. Her tongue felt thick and her speech felt lispy given her new tongue ring. Not only that, but it all hurt too.
“He’s a monster, a genuine monster. You’re not the first new painslut, and I’m definitely not his first wife. Sometimes he makes me look at the photos of all the former wives….tells me how much better they were at cocksucking, or how much more of a whipping they could take…and what the final straw was. The worst thing is they all look like me…right down to this beauty mark the sicko had tattooed on my face.”
“Oh gods…please, no, no, no, this has to be a nightmare, I’m not here, I’m going to wake up at home.”
“I thought like that for the first month or so. I suppose I still do from time to time…I’m Amand–I mean…Kinkytart, by the way.”
“Kirsty…I suppose I’m Jizzyteen now.”
“I’ve seen you before…you went to the local high school, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Used to walk past the front on your way home?”
“Yeah…”
“So you’re the reason I’ve been getting it up the ass so often…”
“I…”
“No, don’t. He’s seen you, he wanted you, so he hated you. When he hates someone I get tied to his desk and fucked in the ass while he tells me what he wants to do to them. It’s not your fault. Things are going to get really rough for you. I’m sorry. Are you okay for me to wash you off now, it’s only cold I’m afraid…if I use hot water he can hear it, and I get whipped for wasting money on slaves.”
“Okay.”
Kinkytart gently removed the chain from around Jizzyteen’s neck. “One of the rules is painsluts don’t stand I’m afraid, so if you can crawl over there I’ll help you”
“…okay.” Jizzyteen could already feel her will breaking. How could someone be so cruel to other people, she thought. All she’d done was walked past his house on the way to and from school, and what, he’d wanted to fuck her? Now he could, as often as he wanted, every second of every day her pussy, ass…heck her entire being was his own personal playground.
Kinkytart moved the shower head down and began to gently wash her. The water was freezing, but it felt good to wash off the grime. The first time the water hit her new piercings was another thing entirely, though. She was about to cry out when a hand clamped over her mouth.
“No, no, no, please, please don’t scream. I’m sorry, oh gods, I’m sorry, it’s the piercings isn’t it? Oh gods, sorry, it was the same for the last painslut. I need to wash them out, but please just don’t scream or it’ll be bad for both of us.” said Kinkytart, a look of pained remorse on her face.
“What…what does he do…”
Kinkytart sighed, and turned. Letting down the straps on her dress the message was clear. Her back was criss-crossed with a mess of lines, from the pale white, to the fresher pink, and the newer scarlet. “What he always does. For me he hides them in case someone from work comes around so I can still look presentable. For you anything goes…he won’t touch your face, I guess, but the rest…” She pulled the straps on her dress back up, and went back to her work.
Jizzyteen answered with silence and her gentle washing continued. Kinkytart was very careful, taking water into her hand to wash the areas around the piercings rather than showering them directly. In other circumstances it might have even felt good. She made sure to run simple pet shampoo through her hair before opening a cabinet and retrieving ointment. “This ointment is going to sting a little, but it’ll help all those bumps and scrapes clear up quickly.”
“Please…tell me what he’s going to do. What even is a painslut?”
Kinkytart sighed and rubbed on some of the ointment, eliciting a wince from Jizzyteen. “Nominally I’m here to fuck, and you’re here to work out his frustration. Whipping, beating, hair pulling…you’re here to suffer. Realistically we’re both fucked, and both whipped. I just get to sleep with his cock in my ass, and you get to suffer a bit more.”
“I never even fucked the boys in my class before…”
“Did you at least get taught basic blowjobs?”
“No, but I’ve seen mom give them plenty of times.”
“Slave-mom?”
“Yeah.”
“She teach you anything?”
“Some basic pussy grip strength exercises, and how to finger myself better?”
“Well, it’s better than nothing.” Kinkytart saw the concern in Jizzyteen’s face once more. She knew there was almost nothing she could do. “Look, the only thing I can say to you is that being here isn’t forever…even if slaves that leave here rarely go to another Master. If you’re as compliant as you can be then it might end up hurting a little less than otherwise. The only other option…” she picked up and toyed with Jizzyteen’s choke chain, “It’s horrific, but it’s the only control we have.
Kinkytart began to towel Jizzyteen dry, patting her injuries lightly, and trying to go lightly on any pierced areas for Jizzyteen’s sake. She knew there would be more than enough pain coming for those areas soon.
—
“I SAID DRIED, YOU USELESS WHORE, CLEAN AND DRIED!”
The slap that followed knocked Kinkytart to her knees, the backhand that followed spun her so she was lying on her front facing away from him. He laid a vicious looking kick with the toe of his shoe between her thighs that left her wincing and squirming.
He grabbed a handful of Jizzyteen’s long blonde hair.
“Do you think your hair is dry you little slut?”
“No, Master!” she managed to squeak out as she felt some hair being torn out by its roots.
“See? Even this useless little sub-human cunt agrees with me. Why even have a slave-wife if they can’t follow orders!” he aimed another kick squarely at Kinkytart’s stomach, she didn’t even try to defend herself and it landed with a sickening sound as air was forced out of her before she attempted to suck it back in.
“This…..cunt…..apologises……Master…” Kinkytart managed to say as she coiled into a ball, arms attempting to protect her vulnerable belly from more retribution.
“Ten lashes onto the nightly beating for getting it wrong, another ten for attempting to gain favour by apologising. Another 20 for Jizzyteen for not bothering to correct you. It’s only fair you both suffer for your lack of attention to my commands.” He grabbed Jizzyteen roughly by the hair again and dragged her over to the couch. Wordlessly he opened his flies, pulled out his cock, and began to fuck her face. She’d seen blowjobs before, her mother was allegedly an expert. Lots of licking, kissing, gentle caresses and sighs…this was none of that. In an instant he’d thrust himself down her throat. She couldn’t breathe, her eyes closed automatically, fluid rushed down her nose, thick saliva rushed to her mouth, and it was everything she could do not to vomit. She began to move her hands to push him away but a sense of self preservation kicked in. Instead she linked her hands at the base of her back and held on for dear life as the strong hands that gripped her head moved her up and down with increasing pace.
“Oh, it looks like you do have a brain. If you’d tried to push me off right there I might have had those hands cut off for disobedience.”
Jizzyteen’s lungs burned, her neck was in agony. On one stroke he held her at the base of his cock for a full count of ten even as it continued to grow inside her throat and her gag reflex began to grow so strong it felt like it might practically launch her.
“Do they not teach you sluts how to use a tongue any more? It’s like facefucking a corpse with you here.”
A fresh wave of fluid poured down Jizzyteen’s nose and as his cock briefly stopped blocking her airway she managed half a breath, just enough to be able to stay mentally capable. She concentrated on trying to involve her tongue in the facefucking, attempting to play with the underside of the head and provide pressure on the shaft as she went. It hurt like hell on her tongue ring, but it did mean he involuntarily slowed himself down.
“Mmm. Much better. A fast learner, eager to please. You could learn a thing or two Kinkytart.” Jizzyteen felt him stiffen further in her mouth, and his cock began to pulse. The first pulse pushed right against sensitive areas at the top of her throat and nearly made her gag once more, but then he began to withdraw, pouring cum behind him, coating the inside of her mouth in a foul smelling and tasting fluid. She tried her best not to spit it out as he withdrew, and a final spurt went across her left eye.
Breathing in through her nose his cum was all she could smell. She tried not to think about it but the more she did the more that it was all that could occupy her mind. She knelt there in front of him, mouth open, her neck in agony, although she was thankful that she was no longer being yanked around by her hair.
He sat there for several minutes recovering, his erection slowly receding in front of her. Eventually he looked down at her and smiled. “Clearly you learned something off your mom you little slut. I was expecting to have to slap you silly for swallowing or spilling things but you’re really giving me very few options to punish you more for now. Okay, you can swallow, Kinkytart you can lick the excess off her face.”
Jizzyteen swallowed. It was as unpleasant as she feared. Thick, warm, salty, musky…she hated it. She hated everything about it, but she also knew that it would be making up a large chunk of her food and drink from now on. Kinkytart leaned in to remove the excess good that was nearly gluing one of her eyes shut and gulped that part down for herself.
“You can both go for food and water now. I expect you both back here in 20 minutes for your evening whipping.”
Silently Kinkytart led Jizzyteen away by her leash. They went to the kitchen where a smashed plate and spilled food served as a reminder of some of what had happened earlier to Kinkytart. She poured out some girlfodder into a couple of bowls, one was labelled Kinkytart, the other Bouncymeat. “I’m sure you’ll get your own dish eventually. He sent Bouncymeat to the dump a month or so ago now. She was nice but…broken. By the time I got here she’d had the speaking beaten out of her.” She looked at the brown mulch in the bowls. “This stuff is revolting, it’s going to make you feel like shit for a few days because of all the girlheaters and other ‘chemical enhancements’ but it takes the edge off the hunger. You get used to it, I suppose.”
“No normal food?”
“For slaves this is normal. I occasionally get a few table scraps but only if I’ve given a good enough blowjob under the table. You…well…if you’re like the last painslut he’s going to enjoy messing with you and food. He’ll keep you hungry, keep you wanting more…but just full enough that some of the additives take effect.”
“What additives?”
Kinkytart looked at the bag, and its list of claims. “Well there’s oils and proteins for shiny hair, and bright eyes, some stuff for strong teeth and bones, the usual. Hyperclit girl heater, Dumbinator combined IQ reducer and submission enhancer, and Lubinex drool increaser and pussy wettener. Standard stuff. The rest is stuff to just enhance bitterness, oh, and a natural dopamine inhibitor. Wouldn’t want the girls who have a slightly better home life to get too happy now would we?”
Jizzyteen looked into her bowl and her stomach growled. It was way past dinner time. She didn’t care any more. Maybe the chemical soup inside the mulch would make her care even less. She went to pick up the bowl and scoop some out with her fingers.
“Woah, woah, woah! If he sees you do that it’s another 20 lashes. Women eat with their hands behind their backs, ass up in the air.”
Jizzyteen sighed, and did as she was told. She was very aware of exactly how much her pussy was on show but was so hungry she didn’t care. The first mouthful of the brown mulch tasted bitter, mouldy, and dry…not even ravenous hunger could make this stuff seem edible. She wanted to spit it out but she knew there was nothing else on offer so she choked it down as fast as she could. Kinkytart was a little slower, not quite savouring things but definitely drawing things out. This is when Jizzyteen remembered what was due to follow: the evening whipping.
“So…how badly is this going to hurt?”
“As much as he can make it.”
“He said I’d got an additional 20?”
“You start each day at 20 lashes. If you are absolutely perfect in every way you might, and I do mean might, get the down to zero. Usually it only ever goes up.”
“…oh.”
“Look, for you this will usually be the last piece of abuse for the day. I get tied up slapped, and fucked afterwards…so hey…could be worse I guess. Just remember, each hit with whatever he chooses you have to count out how many times he’s hit you, and thank him.”
“Thank him?”
“Yeah, thank him. We’re stupid little slavesluts, and he’s doling out discipline. He wants us to be grateful for all the pain and suffering. Come on, let’s go. Wouldn’t want to be late.”
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For whipping both girls were led to the basement. Two wooden X shaped crosses bolted to the wall indicated where they were to stand as leather cuffs and straps pulled their limbs apart, facing the wall. Both women were defenceless and restrained.
“I think I fancy the crop tonight. Something lightweight and stinging. Don’t you agree Kinkytart?”
“Whatever you think we deserve, Master”
“Exactly as it should be. Eyes forward, both of you.”
Jizzyteen turned her head forwards and almost involuntarily tested the restraints at her wrists. There was some give in the soft well-worn leather but nowhere near enough she could slip out a wrist, she thought, and even if she did what would she do with it? She’d likely just be punished even harder for trying to escape.
She heard a swish and a crack as the first blow landed on Kinkytart. “AH! One, thank you, Master.” Jizzyteen wondered if he’d alternate, keep them both in pain. Another swish, another crack against Kinkytart’s back, another giving of thanks. Again and again the crop flicked out. Jizzyteen was careful to face her head forward and watch Kinkytart from the corner of her eye. She’d started by gritting her teeth, but now there was heavy breathing, tears and sobbing “AAAAAAHHH!! Huh-huh-huh– Thirty-two….huh…thank you, Master”.
It was bad enough being restrained awkwardly as she was. With her legs so far apart a lot of her weight was resting on her shoulders and wrists. Facing forwards kept her neck at an awkward angle. The wood of the X she was tied to not only rubbed against her nipples but pushed them back into the still sore piercings. She was slowly counting down the last few strokes before her turn that made it all the worse. Testing her bindings had made even the soft leather bite into skin not used to the pressure, she just wanted this over with, for it to be done so she could sleep, and cry softly, to pray that the morning might not come, or that she might wake up at home in her own bed, freedom pass in hand, and head out for another day at school with her friends.
“FORTY! THANK YOU, MASTER!”
Jizzyteen gulped. Once more she squirmed in the bindings as soft footsteps moved behind her. She dared not look, fearing more punishment. There was a gentle swish in the air behind her and she yelped, flinching as the crop touched nothing but air and a few strands of her hair. Her heart was beating out of control, and slowly but surely fear was taking over.
“Hmm, I know what this calls for”, she heard behind her. There were the sounds of something opening, and a liquid being poured. “Time for a celebration. With a good strong whiskey.” She heard him drinking “Half for me…” he walked over to Kinkytart “…and half for this slut.”
The scream Kinkytart let out as the alcohol poured down her back was deafening. Even in the corner of her eye Jizzyteen could see her pulling at the restraints, eyes rolling back in pure unmitigated agony.
“Always good to keep a girl on her toes. Now…let’s get on with the rest of the evening.”
The first strike came swiftly between her thighs and landed squarely on her exposed and vulnerable pussy lips “Ah! One, thank you, Master!”, the second landed in the exact same spot “Two, thank you, Master!” Where for Kinkytart the pace had been slow and measured the pace for Jizzyteen was faster. At five strokes he switched to her back, at ten her buttocks, then finally back to her pussy. The speed and the switching barely gave her time to keep count, and thank him for each blow, her mind was reeling, and she barely even realised she’d reached forty until the barrage of blows stopped. She heard another drink being poured and gritted her teeth, closing her eyes for the pain she knew would come. The liquid was cold but as it poured down her it found all the nicks and slightly open cuts she’d endured, and it added to her pain like a white hot fire.
Breathing heavily from the latest indignity she didn’t realise how close he was, until she felt hot whiskey-scented breath on her face. “You didn’t think you were going to get through today without a good old fashioned raping did you?”
He took the crop and had her hold it in her mouth. His hands explored her body and she let out an involuntary gasp and moan. “Dirty little slut. That’s all you’re good for isn’t it?” He inserted his member between her thighs and it was all she could do not to pass out then and there. He was huge, and rough. For the first time she was glad her legs had been involuntarily spread as it gave him more room to enter. Her moans were muted a little by biting into the crop but she felt every second of the thrusting behind her. His hands came up to her forehead, and pulled her head back so he could look her in the eyes.
“You’re nothing, little slut. Dirty little whore. You were born to suffer. You only deserve pain. All womankind are destined to be slaves. You live and die at my whim you cheap horny bimbo.”
His every insult only made him seem to value her less but thrust harder. He took one of his hands off her forehead and began to pull painfully on her clit ring. Her muffled moans now mixed with cries of pain as she failed to be even able to put 5% of her weight on her feet, and was now reliant on the penis pounding her swollen plump pussy for support.
She screamed behind the crop as she felt him sweating and grunting behind her. Now the girlheaters were really kicking in and she began to lose conscious control. Her eyes defocussed, the crop dropped to the floor to reveal her drooling mouth as cross eyed and loose tongued she began to appreciate the rock hard rod between her thighs.
She didn’t know what she was doing or saying “Thank you Master, this worthless cunt thanks you for your cock. This cunt is for your pleasure, use this cunt, break this cunt, this cunt is for no one but you.” His thrusts became harder and she felt him cum deep inside her as he cranked her neck dangerously far back. She stood there, breathless, leaking cum, unable to form even the smallest of rational thoughts except that she needed more cock.
He removed himself from her, and went back for another drink, only now she could see him messing with his phone. “Isn’t modern tech amazing he showed her the screen. It was a set of sliders, on a screen labelled “New Bitch (1)”. She tried to read the other words but they slipped through her grasp. “See, here’s the horniness slider…all the way at the top. I moved your intelligence down a fair chunk too…you barely need more intelligence than a dog to get fucked. All these others I’ll play with later…but for now let’s just make sure you don’t enjoy this too much.” He moved a slider and the warm afterglow of orgasm faded quickly. “There we go, and let’s tick the box for blocking pleasurable sensations from your clit too. You cum when I say, and at no other time.” He loosened her bindings. “You may remain standing. I want you to stand in front of me and try to get yourself off”.
Her brain was still bathed in whatever mixture of hormones was making it impossible to think straight. Instinctually she did as she was told and began massaging between her thighs. The sensation was odd. Not numb…she could feel everything…but it felt like any other part of her skin. She quickened her pace, increased the pressure…but nothing happened. She tried inserting fingers into herself and reaching for the spot her mother had showed her how to find…but still….nothing…
She looked at him in despair, and fell to her knees. Her brain still ravenously horny, and now unable to find pleasure. “Please Master, allow this unworthy slut to cum…” she begged in a mixture of anguish and frustration.
He laughed at her, as she knelt there uselessly fingering herself. “Not today. But you know what, I’m going to keep you good and horny overnight. In fact….let’s get you settled in.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her over to another corner of the basement. He passed leather straps around her thighs to bind them to her ankles, padlocking the buckles so was locked in a kneeling position then with a second lock in hand he pulled her nose ring up to a metal loop on a wooden post and locked the two together. Finally he locked her forearms into two manacles that were attached to the post, hands towards the floor, and low.
Her neck was stretched painfully upwards with the padlock keeping her nose both close to the post and high in the air, and with her hands being pulled down her shoulders were in agony once more.
“Don’t worry about the nose ring, it’s specially toughened. It’ll rip out that chunk of your noise before it buckles. Sweet dreams little jizz rag, I’ll be back to hurt you in the morning. She heard him free a weeping Kinkytart behind her, ordering her to go and warm his bed while fisting herself. The lights were switched off, the door closed.
Jizzyteen was alone, in darkness, in pain, and with the feeling of cooling cum dribbling down her inner thigh. Eventually exhaustion overcame her, and she slept a fitful, agonising night attempting to sleep while secured to the pole.