Once again Sadkins116 and I are working on another story. You will eventually find a verity of fetishes, kinks, consensual and non-consensual sex, bondage, humiliations, and anything else we can imagine. With that said, this story is a work of fantasy and fiction. It is not based on anyone or any situation. If this isn't what you are looking for, then choose something else. However if you have enjoyed some of our other works, it continues now.
We do need to make the following statements. There are no minors in this story, period. In this story women are treated as property. That is not normal behavior and should never happen. But again this is fantasy not reality. Please try to separate the two and leave fantasy in your mind. I also want to state that although you can copy and paste do not post on any website without permission. It is here for your enjoyment and not to be plagiarized and published by anyone but me.
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Rebeccasm
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Betty squirmed on the hard metal bench. Between the mask and gag that restricted her breathing. The tight leather didn't breath and was incredibly hot. It was making her sweat constantly. She tried to sleep, but with her hands and feet cuffed and the chastity belt constantly teasing her body, she didn't do much more than doze. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. All she could think of was Roger's comment, "You will learn the wrath of Master Warren first hand."
Warren was a powerful man. He was the CEO of a major corporation and had many friend in high places. Betty remembered attending many parties with dignitaries from around the world. Governors, heads of state, there wasn't a country in the world he didn't have some influence. The longer she was blind and helpless, the more her imagination went wild. She was sure she would never see Jamie again and would probably end up at some third world brothel.
Betty didn't notice the door to her cell open and a large black man walk inside. It wasn't until she felt something attached to her collar that she realized she wasn't alone.
She had no idea who was pulling on her collar. The mask made it hard to hear anything, but it was obvious what whoever it was wanted. She stood and waited to be told or directed to do. The last few hours, her need to use the bathroom was slowly growing. Now standing, it was much worse. She didn't want to upset whoever was there so she did nothing but dance from foot to foot.
"I know you have to go, if you're good, I'll remove your shackles and chastity belt and you can relieve yourself." A male voice spoke.
Betty knew it wasn't Roger or Warren, but right now it didn't matter. She would do whatever she was told. Betty nodded and stood still. It took almost five minutes before the man finally managed to remove the bindings and unlock the chastity belt.
Betty noticed that the man's fingerprint must also be installed on the lock. Finally, still blind and with some sort of leash still attached, was led to a toilet.
Betty at first couldn't go, but after a few moments, her bladder released as well as her bowels. Once done, he handed her the toilet tissue and she cleaned herself.
She hardly finished, when she was pulled to her feet and across the room, or at least she thought it was a room. Betty was shaking, her mind was all over the place. Warren was not a man to mess with and now she was a prisoner with no way out.
The man stopped her and pulled her arms above her head. In short order, she was strung up. Her arms pulled up high above her head forcing her to stand on her toes. She wanted to beg to be freed but the mask and gag made communication impossible.
"Now your training begins. In order for you to respect punishments, you have to experience it. I'm going whip those fine tits of yours and when I'm done you will know what it's like to be punished. To hell with positive reinforcement, I believe in negative." The man growled in her ear.
She shivered as she struggled to remain on her feet and take the strain off her wrists. Betty was panting in fear and it wasn't but a second before the first lash hit. As soon as the whip landed on her exposed tits, she screamed into the mask and gag. It felt like someone had set her tits on fire.
The man didn't give her a second to recover before a second lash hit. If possible, it hurt worse than the first one. Betty was now dancing from foot to foot trying to find a place of safety. But with her wrists tightly bound above her head and only able to move a few inches, the blows continued to rain down, one after the other.
Betty didn't know how many times or for how long she was whipped, but it felt like forever. Finally the blows stopped and the man was in her ear again.
"Now I think you know what will happen if you disobey." He breathed. "Now that you've been introduced to pain, let's begin your real training." He continued as he knelt in front of her and inserted her plugs and chastity belt. Once that was in place, he lowered her arms and retied them behind her back.
"I wonder what kind of shape you're in. Slaves need to be in top shape. You never know what your Master will require. I know you don't want to be punished." He laughed. To finish everything off, her arms were pulled up towards the ceiling again, forcing her to bend at the waist. In seconds the pain started to grow in her shoulders. What made it worse, was when the plugs started to vibrate. At first it was annoying, but as the intensity increased, her body started to react as her arousal started to build. It almost seemed that the pain and arousal matched each other almost causing her mind to short circuit.
Betty's world had shrunk to her pussy, ass, shoulders and tits. She didn't even think about the man until he spoke again.
"I have other things to do, I'll check on you later. Have fun slave." He laughed and Betty heard a door slam. She was now alone, in pain and her body on the edge of a massive orgasm. Betty's legs were quivering as her muscles struggled to maintain the stance. Just as her body was about to explode, the vibrations stopped leaving only the pain behind.
Betty was panting around the gag as she was hanging on by a thread as she worked to calm her body down and manage the pain.
Betty's mind eventually shut down. Her shoulders grew numb and the pain became manageable, but the constant ebb and flow of the vibrating plugs was like riding a roller coaster. She had no idea how long it was, but when the man returned she almost cried and vowed to do whatever he said just to be released.
"Well slave, are you ready to begin?" He barked.
'Oh god more? I don't know how much more I can take." She groaned mostly to herself. Nothing was heard from behind the gag.
Betty nodded her head, it didn't matter what he asked, she would do it just to change positions. The man walked behind her, trailing his fingers around her neck and down her shoulders. It surprised her when her body shivered at his touch. Just his touch was arousing her. His fingers continued down to her wrists and a second later, her arms fell to her sides.
"AHHHHHAAAAHHHHAAHH!" SHE SCREAMED. The pain shot out of her shoulders as the blood and sudden movements caused her muscles to explode.
Betty was crying and trying to find somewhere her arms could move to ease the pain. She could hear him chuckle.
"A little sore are we?" He laughed.
"MMmmMMMmmpppphhh" She moaned. She wanted to tell him just how sore she was, but all that came out was intelligible garbage.
Betty stood with her legs spread. She was afraid to move, for fear of another punishment. Suddenly, those same fingers were at the back of her head. For the first time for hours, the mask loosened and was soon pulled off her head. Even though the room was relativity dark, she still had to blink several times to focus and look around her.
She couldn't help but gasp when the gag was removed. The shock at where she was sent shivers up and down her spine. She wasn't in a room. It was more like a dungeon. The grey stone walls and grey concrete floor was stifling. To her right was the metal bunk she slept on. Across the room was the toilet. Behind her was a rusted metal cell door. There was nothing else in the room, but the tall, midnight black man wearing orange shorts and an orange hoodie. He was very intimidating.
"Here, drink this," he stated and handed her a bottle of water. Betty was so thirsty, she drank it down completely. The water helped as pain in her shoulders slowly dissipated. She slowly stood upright and waited.
"All slaves need to know the proper positions. We will now learn them." The man spoke firmly.
"Now keep your legs spread and drop to your knees."
Betty dropped immediately keeping her legs widely spread.
"Now bend over, arms above your head, face on the floor. Keep your ass high." He barked.
Betty struggled to get into the required position. The man used his foot to move her ass higher and her legs wider.
"Good, this is called 'submit', don't forget it. Now up on your knees, lean back, hands flat on the floor eyes straight up." He continued.
Betty pushed herself off the floor and leaned back. She placed her hand on the floor behind her and looked at the ceiling.
"No not right!" He barked, "Arch your back more, push those tits out! Make me believe you want me to take them." He snarled.
Betty leaned back further, arching her back until it hurt, pushing her tits higher and freezing in position.
The strain on her body was immense. The hard-concrete floor, her still aching shoulders, the lack of sleep and the fear of what might happen, was taking a toll on her both physically and mentally.
She kept her eyes focused on a spot on the ceiling not looking anywhere else. Her entire concentration on holding that position.
She heard him snicker as her body started to shake from holding her body in such a way. "This is called 'offer'. Now on your feet."
The man directed Betty into several positions in addition to submit and offer. After each new position he would bark out a word.
"Offer!"
"Present!"
"Submit"
"Surrender"
"Present"
"Offer"
Over and over he would teach her a new position, then drill her like a sergeant in boot camp. Betty was exhausted as on and on it went. Her only breaks were when he would hand her a bottle of water. By the time she finished the fourth bottle, she needed to piss again.
Finally the man ordered Betty to get on her feet and stand in the corner.
"You have done well slave. I'm going to take it easy on you. You will not move until I return. Just remember I can see you even if you can't see me." He said and walked out the cell door. The click of the lock made Betty jump.
Betty tried to stay in position, but the longer she stood there, the harder it was not to move. The fatigue was just too much. It didn't take long before her legs started to shake. Soon after, her arms. Betty struggled using all her strength trying to maintain but it was to no avail. She collapsed to the floor her body surrendering.
Betty lay on the floor, her muscles convulsing, and her mind clouded. It was as if she was having an out of body experience. She felt herself floating near the ceiling watching her body tremble. The moans emitting seemed to echo off the cold stone walls. She wanted to will her body off the floor, but her strength was gone. Even when she heard the lock click on the cell door and it creak open, she couldn't move.
"YOU MOVED!" He screamed.
"I'm sorry Master!" she croaked, her voice weak.
"Here I was bringing you dinner. Well I can't give it to you like this." He said and sat the two bowls down on the floor. Betty managed to turn and look at him. He glowered at her and unzipped his shorts. He reached inside and pulled out the largest cock she had ever seen. It wasn't erect but completely flaccid. But even soft, it must have been over eight inches long and as big around as her wrist. Just looking at it, made her breath catch. Her first thought was how any woman could take in anywhere in her body. The second was how it might feel buried deep inside her.
The man smiled down at her and pointed the long black log at one of the bowls. A second later a massive stream of piss shot out and landed in the bowl. The force of the stream moved the bowl slightly as it filled the silver bowl.
The man must have pissed for over twenty seconds before it stopped and he shoved it back in his shorts. He stepped over the bowls and grabbed Betty by the hair and pulled her to her knees. He reached behind her and unlocked her belt. When the plugs were removed, Betty suddenly realized she had to piss. With everything else her body had experienced, she hadn't even noticed her overfull bladder.
Again he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to the bowls. Now she was squatting just above them.
"Now because you failed to remain in position, you will piss in the bowl. I already pissed on your food. You will fill your water bowl. Until I say otherwise, you will be drinking nothing but piss.
Betty looked up at him. She couldn't believe what she just heard.
"Oh...." She started.
"NO TALKING SLAVE. SLAVES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK WITHOUT PERMISSION. NOW DO AS I ORDERED!" He screamed.
Betty lowered her head and looked at the bowls. The one on her right had a large lump of some kind of brown mush. Surrounding it and filling it to the brim was his piss. The brown blob in the middle looked more like shit than food.
"NOW!" He barked
Betty moved slightly and positioned the other bowl between her spread legs and released her very full bladder.
It took a few moments before she finally finished relieving herself. When she finished she waited for the inevitable.
"Eat and don't use your hands. Slaves eat like animals. I want both bowls licked clean or we take up the whip again."
Betty moved back and dropped to her knees. She slowly lowered her head and took her first bite. It was all she could do to not wretch as she struggled to swallow the nasty blend of brown mush and piss.
"Hurry up slave." The man growled and smacked her ass.
Betty closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. She pushed her face into the bowl and using her tongue scooped a large bite and swallowed it whole without letting it stay in her mouth. She gagged straining to keep it down. As soon as she gained a bit of control she did it all over again. It took her almost ten minutes to eat it all and lick the bowl clean. She then moved over to the other bowl. This bowl was filled with her own piss. It was bad enough before, but something about drinking her own piss made it worse.
The man left Betty lying on the floor struggling to keep her dinner down. He growled at her, "I'll give you a minute to compose yourself and then lock you up for the night."
Betty didn't move or respond. Today had been the worst day of her life. Her fantasies of being a slave were nothing like this. In her mind her master was a loving master. Pushing her limits but always rewarding her for good performances. Now she was in a dungeon with a cruel master experiencing pain and fear like she had never even dreamed of before. She lay there crying wondering if she would even survive.
The man didn't let Betty stay there for long before he returned, grabbed her by the hair and pull her across the room again.
Betty tried to keep up with him but it still felt like her hair was being pulled out by the roots. When he stopped, she collapsed to the floor. He knelt by her ankles and locked wide metal cuffs around them binding them together. She didn't move. She didn't have the strength or the courage. He continued to cuff her wrists behind her back. 'I wonder if he is going to hogtie me?' She asked herself. Being hogtied was one of her fantasies.
Betty just let him do whatever he wanted. If she was to be bound while resting so be it. It had to be better than her training. She was awaken from her stupor when he grabbed her head and placed the dreaded hood over her head and lock it in place. Then the gag was forced behind her teeth. Betty almost felt better wearing the hood. It was a relief not being able to see where she was. She could let her mind go and think about her and Rene's submissive games instead of the hell she was experiencing. She lay there passively when the man went back to her ankles and attached something to them. He left and she heard him walk away. It was then her legs started to rise into the air. Slowly her legs were pulled higher and higher until she was suspended completely upside down. The blood rushed to her head, making her feel faint.
Betty was swinging slightly when the plugs buried deep inside her again started to vibrate slowly at first but that didn't last long. The intensity started to build and her body reacted. Her mind wanted to resist but she just didn't have the strength. The more intense the vibrations, the closer her body was to an orgasm. It didn't take long before she was right on the edge. She could feel her hips involuntarily start humping the air, trying to push herself over the edge and get relief.
Suddenly the vibrations stopped. "UUUHHHAAAA" She grunted around the gag. After all the pain and suffering, she wanted, no needed some relief. To be denied release was worse than the pain. Betty stopped struggling as her body started to calm. Just as she managed to catch her breath, it started again. Up and up the vibrations intensified and seconds later, she was again on the edge.
Just as the plugs silenced once again, she heard her master speak again.
"Slave, I hope you are enjoying yourself." He laughed. "No you won't be upside down all night. This system is my own design. You will be like this for thirty minutes with your plugs teasing your slut holes. It will then lower you to the floor. I would suggest you sleep, because an hour later, up you go again for thirty minutes of pleasure. Oh by the way, you are not allowed to cum. If you think today was tough, cum and you will learn that it can get worse, a lot worse."
Betty heard him chuckle again and then the cell door creaked close and locked. A second later the plugs started again. Betty groaned around the gag as her body was taken once again to the edge.
That first thirty minutes felt like hours to Betty. She lost count of how many times she was taken to the edge. By the time she was lowered to the floor, her pussy juice was leaking down her stomach, slowly coating her body.
Betty was almost comatose by the end of that first session. She slipped off into a semi-conscious state her body still trembling with need. That first hour passed quickly. When her legs started to rise again she screamed as the plugs started their torture once again. This time instead of taking her to the edge and stopping, the vibrations continued. The intensity levels varied this time. First it was the anal plug intensifying as the vaginal plug decreased. Over and over the plugs changed never staying the same, always keeping her off balance. By the time the second session ended, Betty was almost out of her mind.
That first night suspended broke Betty. She fully accepted that she had no control over her mind or body. When her master released her she didn't move or say a word. She simple complied with his commands.
"Well slave, are you ready to continue your training?" Her Master spoke.
Betty was barely able to respond. Yesterday's training had left her sore and exhausted. The night being suspended and teased didn't allow her to recharge. She slowly answered.
"Yes Master."
"Good get over here and suck my cock slave." He demanded.
Betty struggled to crawl over to her Master. She lowered his shorts and grabbed his cock. She had always enjoyed giving blowjobs to Jamie. But now this wasn't a loving interlude between lovers, it was nothing more than her being used as a slave. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him.
She licked his cock as she would with Jamie, when he barked.
"Suck it slut. Fuck your face I need to cum!" He barked. Betty quickly swallowed his cock until it hit the back of her throat. She had never been able to deep throat no matter how hard she tried. She sucked and fucked her Master's cock until he pushed her to the ground.
"That is the worst fucking blowjob I have ever experienced. I see you need lots of training. He reached down and grabbed her head again and pulled her over to the wall. Betty knelt on the floor staring at the ground. She didn't want to know what he was doing. She heard him moving around the room and coming back to the wall in front of her. When he turned around and pulled her head up, she noticed three lifelike cocks mounted to the wall from right to left, each one larger than the last.
"You are to suck the first cock until you can take it down your throat. You have fifteen minutes to complete your task. If you fail, it's the whip. Now get started."
Betty didn't resist. She crawled forward and took the first and smallest cock in her mouth. At first she grabbed the base of the cock as she tried to swallow the rubber cock.
"No hands slave, keep them behind your back. Slaves never use their hands to please a cock unless ordered."
Betty put her hands behind her back and tried again.
Betty leaned forward and took the first couple inches in her mouth. She had blown Jamie before, but never down her throat. Plus Jamie wasn't small but he wasn't quite this big. She pulled back off it and licked her lips. She hadn't licked to lubricate it and it was difficult to get it deeper. She leaned forward again and lick the side of it slathering it with her spit.
"Get with it slut, you're down to twelve minutes." Master growled.
Betty glanced back at him and the whip laying on the floor beside him. Vowing not to fail, she opened and pushed forward again. This time the large head blocked the threshold to her throat. She gagged and pulled back coughing up phlegm and spit. It poured out of her mouth and down her chin. She was still panting when a hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed. She barely opened her mouth in time as it passed her lips and straight to her throat. Betty sucked in a huge breath when it happened. The large cockhead pushed past the opening and down her throat. Betty could have sworn she heard a pop as it pushed in.
Betty was struggling mightily trying to pull the rubber cock out of her throat, when Master's other hand grabbed the side of her head and she heard him speak.
"Stupid slut, you can breathe! Breathe through your nose dumbass." He barked.
Betty suddenly sucked a breath thru her nose and managed to get some air to her lungs. Not a lot but enough to calm her. Now that she could breathe it was the pain that hit her
The hands held her tight as her throat squeezed the black spear impaling her throat. She knelt there panting, taking small gulps of air, until she felt the pressure lessen on her head. She pulled back until she only had the head still inside and took a huge breath. Again, spit flowed down her chin and dripped on her tits. The hand pushed forward again forcing her mouth down the plastic shaft. This time it passed the threshold and down her throat. Betty no longer struggling felt it push deeper and deeper until her nose hit the wall. This time the hand moved away and it was Betty, holding the cock deep inside her throat. She pulled back but not far before she pushed forward again. Each time it got easier and less painful.
"TIME!"
Betty didn't realize what she was doing. Her task was to deep throat it, not fuck her own face. She blushed as she realized what had happened.
"NEXT COCK SLAVE."
Betty crawled the few inches to the right and lined up with the next cock. It was noticeably longer and a bit thicker. This time she licked it making sure it was lubricated before she tried to swallow it. Leaning forward, she sucked it in and to the opening of her throat. Stopping there for a moment, she took a breath and pushed forward.
It almost took her by surprise at how easily it entered. She was still able to breathe but just barely. She held it there and pulled back. It was easier to suppress her gag reflex as she caught her breath again. Gathering her strength, and taking a large breath, she pushed forward, hard. The long cock felt like it was heading to her stomach when her nose touched the wall. She pulled back to claim victory, but the hands stopped her.
"Do it again and fuck your face again slut."
Betty nodded and pushed the large fake cock back down her throat.
"Good slut, I knew you were a cock sucker as soon as I saw you."
Betty felt a rush of pride fill her. After the constant torture of the last several days, her Master's words of encouragement sent waves of pleasure down her body and straight to her pussy. For a moment when the cock bottomed out her mind realized this was her fantasy. To be a slave, forced to perform on demand whatever her master demanded.
She knew what he wanted, and truth be known, she wanted it too. She felt like something changed at least a bit. She needed to please her Master.
Betty fucked her face until she heard him bark again, TIME.
Pulling back, she wiped her chin of her spit and without being told, moved over to the largest cock. This one was black and reminded her of her Master's cock. She had no idea how long it was, but she knew it was longer than eight inches and as big around as her wrist. She had no idea if she could even get her mouth open wide enough to get past her teeth. Glancing back, she saw his hand resting on the whip and knew she had to succeed. She opened her mouth and leaning forward, she lavished her tongue all over the massive black cock. She remembered when she tried to suck Master's cock and how bad she performed. Making sure it was completely wet, she opened her mouth and sucked the first five inches deep inside her. The head was just inside her throat. It was very painful. But she needed to take it all. Without pulling back, she pushed forward again. This time another two inches. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see there was still another inch or so still outside her mouth.
Her throat started to convulse as she struggled to swallow the rest of the black snake down her gullet. She was still a half inch short and almost out of air, she pulled back and pushed forward once again. This time she felt the hard rock wall push at her nose. Wanting to make sure her Master noticed her, she held her position until she heard. "Well done slave."
Betty almost came at those words. She pulled back and pushed forward again. She didn't gasp for breath but did it over and over again. Faster and faster, taking the massive cock in and out of her throat. Her spit and phlegm coating her chin and chest, sliding down and collecting between her legs.
She heard her master chuckle and knew he was pleased. She kept fucking her own face until she heard "TIME" once again. This time she stopped but held the large mushroom head just inside her mouth.
"Well done slut now that's all for today. Time to settle down for the night. Betty nodded and followed him over to be suspended once again.
The next two days, it was more cock sucking training. She woke up each morning sucking his cock.
Then it was to the dildos mounted to the wall with her Master adding a larger cock every few hours. Lunch and dinner she sucked his cock. By the end of the third day, it was her Master's cock she craved. His come, his piercing eyes, and his dominate persona left her craving to please him.
It was the fourth day, things changed. When he finished fucking her face, feeding her the morning piss soaked gruel he covered her face with a mask. It covered the top of her head and down to her nose. She couldn't hear much and was blind. Her Master directed her to the center of the room and forced her to her knees. She immediately got into the proper position and waited. She wasn't sure but she thought she heard the cell door open, but didn't move an inch. A few moments later, she heard her Master yell.
"Open your mouth slave, it's time to show off your training."
Betty knew she was going to be face fucked. She loved sucking her Master's cock and quickly opened her mouth.
"I have my friends here slave, don't disappoint me." He barked.
Betty blushed down her chest. Up until now, only a select few had ever seen her naked. Now she was about to suck a stranger's cock and drink his cum. She shivered at the thought.
Betty didn't have to wait long before a man's cock filled her throat. Although it was long it wasn't very thick. It pushed past down her throat and passed her esophagus but really didn't restrict her breathing. She lavished her tongue up and down the hot, soft but firm shaft wanting to show her Master all she had learned. Whoever it was must have jerked off before he arrived as it took her forever to make him shoot his load down her throat and across her cheek.
Betty almost cried when she tasted his cum. She was truly now a slut. Up until now, Jamie and her Master were the only cocks she had ever sucked. Now she was just another slut to be used. The humiliation hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew this would happen, but now that it had, it was devastating. She wondered if her marriage would survive her being a slut.
Betty didn't have long to think about it before another cock slapped her cheek. She extended her tongue and tried to lick his shaft. The man teased her for a bit before he stopped and let her lick the shaft and suck his balls. It didn't take her long before she seized this last cock, it shorter but thicker. She sucked it down her throat without a problem. In seconds she was fucking her face and drooling all over her body.
"Look at that whore go. Are you sure she's new?" Someone asked. "She takes a cock like a pro." He continued.
"I told you she was a natural. Three days ago she couldn't take more than a couple inches. She sucked at sucking." Master laughed and was joined by the others.
Betty didn't stop but put even more effort into pleasing the latest cock fucking her face. She was a slut and this is what sluts do.
It didn't take long before she felt the cock swell and knew it was about to fill her mouth, but this time the man pulled it and sprayed her face with a mighty growl.
Betty knelt on the floor. She could feel the slime slide down her chin and drip on her tits. She was licking her lips when a third cock brushed her lips. This time when she opened her mouth, she gasped as the man grabbed her ears and shoved his dry cock deep down her throat. Betty screamed as the pain hit her hard. Betty choked and drooled and gasped as the man with the huge cock pummeled her face. Betty's mind drifted off trying to protect itself as over and over the massive dick battered her. This time she didn't notice when it swelled and filled her mouth. His cum sliding over her chin and down her chest. Finally he stopped and released her ears. Betty dropped to the floor gasping for breath and praying that this was the end.
Betty lay on the floor for a while. She was barely aware of where of her surroundings when she was pulled back to her knees. For the next few hours, Betty's mouth was used like a cunt. She constantly heard the men call her slut, cunt, cum dump, and any other derogatory name they could think of. Betty's mind flashed back to her fantasies. The more she sucked, the more they called her vile names the more her body reacted. She was a slut, a cock sucker, a slave and she was changing and identifying with it.
By the time it was over, Betty's mouth and throat were aching and sore. Her belly was filled with cum and was covered with saliva. The last thing she remembered before her Master took her to be suspended for the night was his comment to the men.
I'll call you back when she has finished her training and you can use her other holes."
She shivered at the thought of being fucked repeatedly as her legs were being pulled to the ceiling.
The next morning, or at least she thought it was morning. She was lowered to the ground. Again her body was on the edge after hours of being teased and brought to the edge of an orgasm. No longer did she think of escape or trying to resist. Her mind and body craved cocks. When her Master shoved his cock down her throat, her pussy pulsed as she prayed he would fuck her.
"Well slut, you are a fast learner. You have proved you can take any cock down your throat. Today you will learn to serve a woman. A slave's duties are to serve both men and women." He said as he removed her mask. When Betty finally finished eating her gruel and cleaning up, she was pulled across the room and ordered to her knees. She knelt there for a few minutes before the cell door opened and a woman walked in and stood in front of her.
Betty kept her eyes to the floor. All she could see of her were the thigh high leather boots.
"So you're the new trainee. I was told you're a fast learner. I certainly hope so, because if not, it's going to be a very long day for you." The woman announced. Betty didn't move, her thoughts were only to do as she was told.
"Hands and knees slave!" She barked.
Betty quickly got in position and looked up at her new tormentor.
Betty gasped when she saw who it was. Somehow, someway Warren had located the one woman who hated Betty, Teresa Moore from high school. Teresa and Betty were rivals from the time they met in ninth grade. Now here she was looking down at her with an evil smile on her face.
"Well look at you Betty, I gushed when Warren contacted me and asked me if I would like to help him train you. I've hated you since you took William from me years ago. I thought you were a slut then and now I see I was right. So from now on you will address me as Mistress Teresa and will do anything and everything I tell you. Do you understand?" Mistress Teresa gushed.
"Yes Mistress Teresa, this slave understands." Betty answered in barely over a whisper. Her body trembling with fear and excitement.
"Good, now let's start your training as servicing a woman. Have you ever been with a woman?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress, Master Warren's wife and I have been together. In fact it was when Master Warren caught us is why this slave is here." Betty answered.
"Excellent at least you know your way around a pussy. But by the time I'm done you will be an expert." Mistress Teresa said as she leaned back, put her hands on her hips and spread her legs a bit. "Show me what you got slave!" She barked.
Betty didn't hesitate but crawled the couple feet to her new Mistress and moved her face to her rival's pussy. She knew she needed to perform or she would be whipped and lavished her tongue up and down her hairless slit. Licking like a hungry puppy, not thinking just licking.
SMACK... "Pay attention slut. You're not a dog." Teresa barked after smacking Betty on top of her head.
Betty felt a hand grab a handful of hair and pull back. She was now staring straight up at the now very intimidating Mistress. The black leather corset black leather collar and straight black hair completed the look of dominance. Betty felt so small in her presence.
"You're not cleaning me, you're making me cum. Now quit fucking around. Oh but don't forget the cleaning technique. It will come in handy later." She growled.
Betty waited for the hand to release her, and leaned forward again. This time she used more finesse. Lightly licking her Mistress's lips working her way back. She knew what she and Rene liked and worked her tongue up and down her way deeper with each trip. Always stopping at her bud and nibbling lightly.
It must have been working as Mistress Teresa's pussy was gushing and she could hear moans from above.
"Quit fucking teasing slut!" Teresa yelled and grabbed Betty's head. She shoved her face roughly into her core. Betty struggled to breathe as her Mistress used her face to masturbate. Betty nose was buried deep and her tongue was near her ass. Back and forth Teresa mashed Betty's face grinding it on her clit. It didn't take long before Betty heard a scream as cum gushed all over her face.
It took a few minutes before Mistress Teresa stopped panting and released Betty's head. "Well slut you suck at eating pussy, but your face feels fantastic. It's going to be fun training you." She laughed.
Betty dropped her head and tried to catch her breath. Her nose and lips were sore and swollen. She looked up at Mistress and waited.
Suddenly Mistress broke out in laughter. "Look at you, you look like a puppy begging for more. You're on your knees and with your arms up you must really love my pussy." She crowed. "Don't move pet, and I'll give you what you want." She continued as she turned around and positioned her ass right in front of Betty. Reaching back she grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart.
"Lick my ass slave!"
Not even thinking about it, Betty leaned forward and licked her Mistress's ass.
The next few days, Mistress Teresa had Betty licking, sucking and learning all about how to please a woman.