[Erenisch] Novella.

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The Audition​

“Okay, which one are you again?”

“I’m… Amber, Sir. Amber Goss.”

“Why aren’t you using proper cuntspeak, girl? Are you dumb?”

“Cuntspe-… I don’t understand, Sir.”

“Josh, didn’t we purchase these girls already? She doesn’t even have a band, for godssake!”

“No, Mr Matthuis. The budget for the pilot is rather low, so the purchasing department said we should be absolutely sure about the selection. They didn’t want to buy all seven girls before we pick the leads.”

“Dammit! That one time I bought all the girls who came for the audition. Just once! Those fucking assholes will never let me off the hook for that… Eh! Fine. We narrowed it down to two options anyway. It’s between these four sluts and the Kay triplets. We’ll have a pick by lunch… Alright then. Amber was it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You see that script on the table? Pick it up.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Wait-wait-wait… Take off your clothes first.”

“Um… All of t-“

“Yes. Come on, chop chop. Your sisters too.”

“Y-yes Sir.”

“…”

“Very good. You all look very fuckable. High-end A-grades, aren’t you?

“Yes Sir. We were told that-“

“Not a problem. We will make you look like real S-grades with camera trickery… Go on then. Get down on your knees and read the first line.”

Yes Sir… Agent-Slave Lola Jizzguzzler, level two cunt-tracker, ready for daily inspection, Master-Agent.”

“Jizzguzzler? I thought we decided to call her Cockgobbler… Josh?

“Yes, the focus group liked Jizzguzzler better, Mr Matthius. Legal department likes it too. They thought Cockgobbler sounded dangerously close to Cumgulper anyway.”

“Goddammit! Why am I always the last to learn about these things? I’m supposed to be the fucking producer, aren’t I?”

“Um… it was in last week’s memo, sir, I think-“

“Fuck memos. Anyway, back to business… Amber, I like you. You can act well enough, it seems. I’ve seen your screen tests before this. You and your sisters look wonderful in uniform, and even better getting raped. Just one question remains: Can you suck cock well enough to impress the producer?

“I… We all have special fellatio training certificates, Sir. Issued by the esteemed Cunton Stagewhore Academy? They must be in our portfolio, with video footage, and-”

“Sure-sure! That stuff only proves that you impressed some trainer once. The question is, can you impress me?

“I’ll try my best, Sir.”

“Good girl. Come here and show me. We’ll do a rotation. One of your sisters can read while you are giving me head. Then she will suck and another reads. How does it sound?”

“You know best, Sir. We are grateful for the opportunity.”

“Alright. You can shut up and start sucking… Aaah! Theeere you gooo. Nice and slow, sweetheart, no rush… Next. On your knees! Read!”

“I’m Emerald, Sir… Um…”

“I won’t remember that. You’ll be Jizzbitch Two… Josh, you read the male part.”

“Right… You weren’t kidding, Jizzguzzler. What the hell is this fucking creature?”

“Ooh! Thank god you’re here, Master-Agent Alberts! This cunt thought she was a goner. The monster’s cock was so big, this cunt thought it was going to split her torso open.”

“Whatever, stupid whore! Quit lying around and get up. We have a job to do.”

“Yes Master!”

“No-no-no. Don’t get up. Come here and take over from number one… That’s it. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, aaaand go!… Next sister! You know the drill.”

“Thank you sir. I’m Rub-”

“Hush. You’re Jizzgirl three now. On your knees… Josh, do the thing.”

 

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Follows The Honeymoon
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The Servonym​

“So… you’re a lawyer?”

“No, just a paralegal,” smiled Sofia. “I assist the real lawyers, you know, like with research and… Women are not allowed to take the bar exam in this country.” She pressed Bonbonita’s head back on her crotch. The girl started to lick her pussy obediently. “But I did it anyway… unofficially.” she added with pride. She let the girl’s hair go and leaned back on the desk, resting on her elbows. The redhead continued to do what she did best.

Her new Mujerzuelan pet was the best thing Sofia ever had in her life. Bonbonita was incredibly beautiful, infinitely obedient, and most importantly, impossibly skilled with her tongue. Sofia was simply addicted to the redhead’s wonderful cunnies. Since they came back from their “honeymoon” from the island, she kept wrapping her legs around the girl’s pretty head at every opportunity.

A slave dominating another slave frequently without male supervision was not a usual sight in Pussiana, so she was careful enough to do it away from the public. She even hid it from her husband too. Yes, her boss-turned-husband-slash-master Erhard Ulfbock gave her permission to use the girl back at the island, and never explicitly rescinded it afterwards… So, technically, Sofia wasn’t stepping out of line or anything whenever she squeezed a cunny out of this little pet… technically. She was not allowed to take the bar exam, but she had a lawyer’s instincts anyway. She felt the need to keep her “unauthorized and unreported orgasms” on the down low.

Ulfbock probably wouldn’t mind even if he knew. She was a wife-slave after all. First woman he acquired after his wife’s passing. She now held the title “favorite” too, since the two girls her husband bought made them officially a “harem.” Three was the minimum number of women to call it that legally.

The last orgasm hit a few seconds before her phone rang. It was her husband’s sexretary, summoning her to his office. She jumped off the desk. She realized that her mouth was watering already. She shook her head incredulously. It was truly mind-boggling how a woman’s body was fully and irreversibly conditioned to serve cock this easily. She was a highly-intelligent career woman, but there was little difference between her well-educated butt and her petgirl waiting on her hands and knees. At the end of the day, they were both suck-and-fuck toys who belonged to a man.

She shook off the momentary doom and gloom she felt several times a day. No, life was good. She was a wife and a favorite. She lived in a big house, safe and sound, in luxury. She was still allowed human food. She was allowed to walk on two feet. She even got cunnies from cute island beauties regularly. Yes, she had to grovel on her knees and serve a man’s cock constantly to earn those privileges, but it was a blessing compared to what others had to endure to survive in this hell.

Her mood improved instantly, she decided not to put Bonbonita in her cage this time. She attached the girl’s leash to the bed and let her climb on it for a quick nap. The petgirl smiled gratefully for the unexpected kindness. Sofia smiled back and stroke the girl’s hair affectionately before she left. She was given an office with a bed like the other sexretaries on the enslavement track so Erhard could utilize them whenever he wanted, but hers was never used for its intended purpose anyway. Her future husband visited her office only twice throughout the trial period, and chose to fuck her on the desk on both occasions. He preferred to use her in his own office, behind which he had a fully-equipped rape dungeon.

He would call her to his office before meetings and enjoy her soft-and-slows as he went over the documents. He even asked her opinion on cases sometimes, especially whenever he needed a better insight about the women involved. Sofia was incredibly flattered when that happened. She was not just a pretty toy he was fucking, he actually valued what she had in her head. It was a form of tenderness that flabbergasted the young paralegal-slash-fucktoy.

Shani Mrembo was standing at the door as usual. “Good morning,” the tall brunette greeted with a warm smile. “Mr Ulfbock is joined by two colleagues. It will be a formal meeting.” She took a dark blue two-piece suit from the drawer and handed it to Sofia. “You can change here.”

Sofia understood. She quickly got out of her full-access rape suit that had windows and flaps over her genitals and put the formal outfit on. Shani quickly adjusted her hair and took a couple steps back to check new bride from head to toe one last time. “Perfect. You’re good to go, Mrs. Ulfbock.”

“Stop it,” Sofia chuckled. “I told you to call me Sofia.” She tapped on the metal button on her slaveband. “You forget, I’m just a lowly slave now.”

“A wife-slave,” Shani corrected with a bigger smile. “My boss’s wife slave. That somehow makes you both lower and higher than me at the same time.”

“Please,” Sofia dismissed. “We’re lawyers here… I mean, lawyer-adjacent. And the law is absolutely clear on this. The highest slave is inferior to the lowest freewoman.”

“Is that so? Then get down on your knees and kiss my feet, why don’t you?”

“In your dreams, bareneck,” chuckled Sofia this time. “I’m your boss’s wife, slut. Know your place.”

They both laughed. “You know, there will be no ambiguity after he enslaves you too,” said Sofia.

Shani tilted her head and squinted her pretty eyes. “About that,” she started, “did he say anything about me? My EET trial period should end this week, and he gave me no notice about his decision.”

“No,” pouted Sofia. “But don’t you worry about that. He likes to rape you, we both know that. And we serve well together, don’t we?”

The other nodded. “Okay… Go on then… Don’t make him wait any longer.”

She knocked on the door, waited for the “come in” and entered. Her husband was sitting in his favorite chair, with Juliana performing a soft-and-slow between his legs. Frank Gregory, the S2C lawyer who handled her “assetization” was sitting across Ulfbock, with his own young sexretary kneeling before him. She didn’t recognize the third man, so she assumed that he was an underling from the S2C department. He too had a young sexretary working on his cock. A common scene in every workplace across the country. Where men sat, women knelt.

So, she wasn’t there to suck her husband's cock this time. That much was clear.

“Welcome, sweetheart,” greeted Ulfbock and pointed to the empty space by his chair. “Come here, get down on your knees.”

She smiled and complied.

“I’m sure you’ll be happy to learn that Frank and his team finalized your S2C transition when we were on our honeymoon,” her husband continued. “Our legal team took care of your stuff. Frank has the details. Frank?”

“Yes, it’s all done,” wheezed the portly man, moving his fat butt uncomfortably in his chair. His sexretary had to stop sucking until he settled down again. “We cancelled your rent, utilities, etc... sold your furniture, threw the rest out.” The young lawyer handed him a file, which he took a brief look. “A cool 25 bucks total after the registration fee. All transferred to Mr Ulfbock’s personal bank account last Friday.”

Sofia let out an inaudible yelp when she realized that they paid her enslavement fees with her own money. She wasn’t a cheap cunt. She wasn’t even a free cunt. No, she literally paid out of her pocket to be enslaved.

“Mr Ulfbock instructed us to save personal items, so we did,” Gregory continued. His underling reached into his briefcase and fished out a bunch of things. Sofia recognized her photo album, diaries, and the folder that contained all her diplomas and certificates. The man placed them on the small table next to his chair.

“Great,” Ulfbock said and turned to Sofia. “I’ll let you burn those yourself tonight. You are now my property. It’s time to say goodbye to the old you, don’t you think?”

Sofia swallowed. Her past, memories, experiences... everything she worked hard for... everything she earned with blood, sweat and tears...will turn to smoke and ash? She barely stopped herself from breaking down into tears.

“That reminds me,” Gregory said as he picked up another file from his assistant. “One more thing we need to take care of. The servonym.”

Sofia’s eyes widened. Of course. She wasn’t officially renamed yet.

The last thing she owned. Her birth name.

“You told us to wait until after the vacation. Have you decided on a servonym yet, Mr Ulbock,” Gregory asked. “If not, my people prepared a list of possible alternatives for you, based on your previous female-naming record.”

“I had something in mind,” replied the man, “but let’s see what you have come up with first.” He plucked the paper from Gregory’s sausage fingers and handed it to Sofia. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Read them aloud for me.”

Sofia forced a smile and took the list. She could see his gaze fixed on her blushing face, ready to measure the impact of each word. Was he going to pick the most humiliating one, or the least, she wondered...

“Prepared for consideration of Mr Erhard Ulfbock Esq. List of possible servonyms for wifecunt REG345AF897 (pre-servonym: Sofia Necia - assetized and wived on September 5th, 2039)” She paused and swallowed nervously. “The following slave names are suggestions based on the servonyms Mr Ulfbock registered for the thirty four women he had previously owned.”

Thirty four? Sofia’s eyes widened with surprise. Her reaction amused her husband.

“My wife’s girls… housemaids, kitchen staff,” he explained with a snicker. “All sold off and given away to charities. I actually never raped most… well, some of them.” he stroke Sofia’s chin affectionately. “Go on, skip all that stuff and get to the names. I want to hear them in your voice.”

“Yes Master,” Sofia mumbled. She cleared her throat and started to read...

 

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Double sized one shot:

The Rookie​

“Welcome to the team, Trev,” greeted the young man at the door with a big smile. “So, first day, huh? Are you excited?”

“Very,” the rookie replied. It felt like electricity was running through his veins. “I’m not late, am I? For the warm-up, I mean.”

“Not at all.” waved Jack. He was relaxed and jovial as usual. He raised his arm to check his watch. “You're actually early. The boys, they never come at this hour.” He opened the door for the other to enter.

They walked down the corridor and stopped in front of the red door with a ‘locker room’ sign above it. “Let’s do it.”

Trevor took a deep breath. It was the moment he had been waiting for since the tryouts. Amused by his reaction, Jack fished a bunch of keys from his duffel bag and unlocked the door. It swung open. A rushed rustling was heard. He reached for the switch and turned the lights on.

Two blurry figures wrapped in the team colors quickly rose up at the far side of the row of lockers. “Ah! Great, two of my favorites!” exclaimed Jack with mild surprise, and patted Trev on the back. “You lucky dog, You’re in for a treat. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to the girls.”

As they walked in, the two cheerleaders rushed towards them, on their knees, awkwardly. Trevor noticed that their hands were handcuffed at their backs.

“Good morning Jack,” the two girls greeted with obviously forced, trembling smiles. Trevor’s erection got even bigger when the two voluptuous angels in tight cheerleader outfits that barely contained their big tits and long legs arrived and settled on their knees deferentially. “We just finished cleaning the floors,” the one with the significantly larger tits said with a shaky voice. Her long auburn hair was neatly gathered in a ponytail, leaving her beautiful long neck fully exposed.

“Attagirl,” said Jack and patted them on the head, which made them flinch. “But you missed a spot, right there.” He pointed to a random section on the floor. “Go on, show Trev the level of dedication we expect from our cheer squad.”

“Yes Jack, sorry,” the red-haired one said fearfully and rushed towards where the boy was pointing at. She bowed down and started to lick the floor frantically. Trev’s erection somehow got even bigger as the redhead struggled to satisfy the team captain with her wonderfully round ass shaking in the air.

“That’s good enough,” Jack declared after a long minute. Come here, sweetheart. Meet our newest team member. This is Trevor, our new point guard.”

“Hi, Trevor,” the girls said in unison, trying their best to fake smiles.

Jack took a step towards the auburn haired girl, grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back roughly. “This is Lucy, my favorite cheerslut in the entire squad,” he introduced. “You can see why.” He reached down and squeezed her huge tits one by one, then pulled her tank top up to release them from their cloth prison. The girl’s round jugs dropped out and bounced around freely, giving the two boys bigger grins. “See these fat chest bunnies? Just an absolute delight to fuck, believe me.”

“Your favorite, eh? Can I-”

“Of course,” Jack interrupted. “We share them. They belong to the entire squad. And you are now a member of this team, brother.”

One word in that statement made the two girls frown. They “belonged" to the team? They weren’t slaves or anything, at least for the time being, but somehow Jack’s words weren’t totally inaccurate. They had been, like the rest of the cheer squad, serving the basketball team players as if they were their sex slaves, bought and paid for. Not only that, but the boys used and abused them in other humiliating ways too. Licking clean the locker rooms was one of the chores they had to perform, for example. There was a rotation schedule, and it was their turn to do it.

“And this one here is Sylvia,” Jack continued. “She gives exceptional blowjobs, and even better rimjobs.” He walked around the two kneeling girls and stood behind the redhead, grabbed her hair and yanked it back. She let out a pained groan. Jack reached between her parted full lips and pulled her tongue out with his two fingers. “I assure you, this little whore knows how to use this thing. Pure magic.”

He pulled her tongue further until tears appeared at the corners of her pretty eyes. He waited until she managed to find her fake smile again and thank him, then released her with a hard slap across her flushed face.

“Always remember to slap them when you’re done with them,” he added callously. “That’s how we treat our girls here, so they don’t forget their place, even after receiving high praise like this. He walked back to his original spot and patted both girls on their heads once more. “But Luce and Syl are very good girls. They wouldn’t forget a girl’s main purpose, would they?”

“No Jack,” the girls replied in unison, their voices shaking.

“Remind me then. What is a cheerleader’s purpose?” He turned to Lucy this time.

“To serve and please boys…men… you, the team… We’d do anything for the team,” she said hastily.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled, and slapped her hard. “Alright Trev, let’s celebrate. Why don’t you take your pick.”

“The redhead,” exclaimed the other without losing a second. “Those lips! Man, I can’t wait to feel them on my dick.”

“Go for it,” laughed the captain and grabbed Lucy by the hair again. Trev did the same with Sylvia. They dragged the two handcuffed cheerleaders to the nearest bench, dropped their shorts, and sat down. Trevor grabbed his cock with his free hand and pulled his reluctant fellatrix into position.

“Wait!” Jack raised his hand to stop him. “Not so fast, rookie. That’s not how we do it.” He yanked Lucy’s hair again to force her to raise on her knees. “Let them earn it first.” Another slap landed on Lucy’s blushing cheek.

The girl let out a little groan and started to sob uncontrollably. “Please, may this slut suck your cock, Jack? Pretty please?” she begged.

“This slut may,” the captain responded with a grin and let her hair go. “Start with the balls this time.”

“Yes, of course,” Lucy joined her knees together, leaned forward and got under the boy’s big fat member to reach his testicles. She was not a petite girl or anything, but she almost disappeared between the boy’s muscular legs.

“Awesome,” Trevor commented and pulled Sylvia up in order to slap her across the face. The girl knew the slap was coming, but she wasn’t ready for the unusual ferocity. “Take it easy, bro” Jack chuckled. “You don’t wanna break that slender neck before you could rape her fully, eh?”

“Are we allowed to rape them fully?” asked Trevor. “So, they are not just cocksuckers?”

“Sure,” waved the other, and shoved his dick in Lucy’s mouth. We have been fucking these two for the past three weeks in every possible way. They are not naive virgins, you know.” He paused and looked at the young girl obediently sucking on his big cock. “I mean, this pair of tits already had some oral experience even before we met, and I personally opened her remaining orifices to the public the day they joined the squad.”

Tears gushed out of the girl’s tears. “You deflowered her?” Trey asked. “That's trespassing, you know. You’re not worried about her CMR pressing charges or something?”

“Naah! They will never find out. If she does something moronic like tell on me, I’ll deny deny deny and tell them she’s a lying whore. A man’s word against a slut’s. All the boys here would back me up too. We are a team, remember?” He gently caressed her cheeks and wiped her tears. “But I know she’d never do something stupid like that. She loves it anyway. Sucking cocks, taking it in the ass. All that jazz. She is a good whore, aren’t you babe?”

Lucy nodded with tears flowing down her cheeks. At that moment, Jack grabbed her by the ponytail and started to use her head to masturbate.

Trevor turned to Sylvia after enjoying the spectacle for a few seconds. The redhead flinched, expecting another hard slap. It didn’t come. Relaxed a bit, she cleared her throat and repeated the line she was taught on her first day. “May this slut serve and please you Trevor, pretty please?”

“Go ahead,” he said and let her hair go. Sylvia took her position between his legs and started to do what she did best. The boy was no stranger to blowjobs of course. He had facefucked girls before. But he realized that Jack wasn’t bullshitting before. This little slut had a talented tongue.

He came pretty quickly. She swallowed her reward and dutifully cleaned his cock, then continued to perform a soft-and slow. It was what cheersuckers were instructed to do. Keep sucking until the slap.

“I’m still hard like diamonds,” Trevor said, after recovering from the debilitating orgasm she gave him. He pulled her up, lay her on his lap and lifted her miniskirt to reveal her defenseless pussy. “Good lord! he exclaimed. “Look at this beautiful thing!”

Jack laughed aloud at his reaction. “Yeah. Looks so smooth, pink, and pretty, doesn’t it? If I didn’t know better, I’ d assume…” He stopped and leaned forward, shoving his cock deeper in Lucky’s throat. The girl’s surprised struggles were quickly suppressed by a series of slaps. “Wait a minute… I keep fucking that one in the ass. We talk about the tightness of her butthole all the time. But I don’t remember ever… Sylvia, are you… You can’t possibly be a vaginal virgin?”

Trevor pulled out of the redhead’s mouth to let her respond. The girl swallowed whatever left in her mouth, cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and nodded nervously. “Yes… actually... I am.”

“Oh my god!” exclaimed the captain and threw his hands in the air. “How can this be possible? How long have you been serving the team?”

“19… 20 days,” she mumbled.”

“I’ll be damned. We have been raping this little whore for 20 days. 20 days! And nobody thought to shove it in that tight teen pussy?”

“Yes… I mean, no… I thought…”

Jack didn’t care about what she thought of course. “You lucky motherfucker!” he grinned and turned to Trevor. “Hear that, rookie? You have to correct that oversight. Go on, destroy that slut’s stupid hymen already.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” the other hesitated. “That’s… You know, my dad always says you should respect other men’s property.”

“Shut the fuck up, rook,” interrupted Jack. “Don't give me that fucking bull. You take that cock and skewer this juicy fuckmeat with it. I want to see it in her eyes. The loss of the last bit of her innocence.”

“Eh, fine!” Trevor said, grabbed the girl by her slender waist and placed her on his lap as if she was made of feathers. She gasped in fear when the head of his penis touched her slit.

“Go ahead and beg for it, Syl,” Jack grinned. “Make it a good one.”

“Please,” the girl sobbed. “Jack... um... Trevor... Please, please don’t do it. Please don’t… Just for another day or two? Please, I’m not… I’m not ready to-”

“Naah!” Trevor violently pushed her slim figure down onto his cock before she could brace for it. The organ immediately found the entrance to her maidenhood and violently burst in. She let out a surprised scream. Pain followed. The huge invader destroyed everything in its path, stretched her vaginal canal to the limit, and finally hit her confused cervix with full force. He let her scream and squirm in pain for a few seconds, then thrust into her fuckhole again, with even a greater force. Then again, and again. He began fucking her brutally, using her squirming body like a cheap toy.

“Good god man!” Jack chuckled. “I like your style, but take a bit easy, eh? We gotta use these bitches responsibly.” He pulled Lucy up, slapped her, turned her around, and penetrated her pussy from behind with one fluid motion. “We will be fucking them until the end of the semester.”

 

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A "Miss Braucht on the Road" Special:

The SEFR -​

“Miss Braucht, this is Major Henry Hart, the acting director of the Hive. He wanted to meet you before we start the broadcast.” The man in the civilian clothes stepped aside to let the big mountain of muscles in SEFR blues walk in. The giant threw a dismissive glance at the scrawny man from the State Broadcasting Corporation and walked over to the young blonde standing in the middle of the room.

“Good morning Master-Major Hart,” she beamed. “Thank you very much for-”

The big man raised his hand to shut the young reporter up. Elsa hesitated for half a second before her jovial expression turned into one of deferential attention. “Masterless slut Braucht,” he said after a long, nerve-gnawing pause. “I run a tight ship here. Enslaved or not, females are not allowed to speak without permission in the Hive. You’ll not make a peep if you’re not asked a direct question. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, Master-Major,” she replied with a carefully balanced smile. “Please forgive this slut’s mindless violation of propriety. It will not happen again.”

“Good!” said the man after another long pause, then started to pace around the woman slowly. “I will tell you what I told the morons from the SBC when they sprung this stupid embedded reporter shit on me, masterless slut Braucht. If you are going to put a freewoman among my slavecops, I’ll treat her exactly like how I treat my slavecops. No exceptions.”

He stopped in front of the woman and looked into her big blue eyes for a long time, in order to test her nerves. Elsa fought her immediate urge to say something in response. It was not a question.

“Very good,” the man smiled for the first time since he arrived. “I was told that you were not a complete moron. It seems my men were right. Apparently most of them are big fans of yours.”

Elsa grinned from ear to ear, but kept her mouth shut.

The man threw another glance at the SBC liaison standing by the door. It was obvious that he was absolutely disgusted by the man. “Your people asked us to let you in for a short ‘cunthound ride-along.’ I’ll tell you the truth, masterless slut, I don’t like to see fucking civilians wandering about my domain. That’s what the fucking BFA Registration offices around the country are for. To keep the unwashed scum out of our way. This is the SEFR HQ, for cockssake! The fucking Hive! We do important work here.”

Elsa nodded and lowered her head deferentially. She had a natural talent in reading men and calculating proper responses to their moods.

“These spineless motherfuckers went over my head and had a High Council member call me about it too,” he hissed. He lifted the girl’s chin with his left hand and looked into her eyes. “I’m telling you this so you’d know how angry this makes me…. how hard you’ll be punished if you break any rules, or fail to obey orders. I’ll absolutely take my rage out on you, Braucht. I’ll have you gangraped for days and beaten to a pulp. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, Master-Major, Sir,” she replied, with an unmistakably nervous smile. “This slut understands the risks, Sir. Thank you for the kind warning, Sir.”

The big man let the beautiful reporter’s chin go after a patronizing squeeze and straightened back up. He took a step back and scanned her exceptional form from head to toe. Elsa knew this look very well, of course. She could always pinpoint the exact moment a man decided to rape her.

“You are as gorgeous as my men described,” he restarted. “You’ll come to my office after you’re done. I’d like to threehole you before you leave.”

A refreshingly straight approach. No convoluted pretexts or inescapable traps to force her to submit. Just a simple “I’ll rape you.”

A command? She was allowed to respond to that. “Yes, of course, Master-Major. This slut will be honored to serve an indefatigable defender of our Glorious Order.”

She wondered how the big man usually raped. She hoped he’d be a lazy type, who’d lie on his back and let the female serve him. That would undoubtedly be exhausting, but infinitely more preferable to the alternate scenario. If that giant gorilla mounted her, he'd surely smash her fragile body underneath. She’d be lucky if she survived with a couple of broken bones.

“Very well,” he said, calmly. “Now… The ground rules.” He stopped and gestured to his sidecunts waiting at the door. Two tall slavecops in their early twenties entered and stood in attention in front of the man. “A-S Suckenfuck, explain to this slut what is expected from her. A-S Jizzpot, undress her.”

“Yes Master-Major,” the women replied in a soldierly manner. Elsa gasped in surprise. She didn’t expect the stunt to begin immediately. Most of the production crew wasn’t there yet. She didn’t even have a cameraman in the room with her. No explicit permission to speak given, she wasn’t allowed to protest or ask any questions. Desperate, her eyes searched for the SBC liaison, but that useless asshole was nowhere to be seen.

The short-haired blonde walked around and started to cut her clothes with a laser knife. “Stay still, masterless slut,” she whispered in her ear. Elsa held her breath and let the young woman in uniform peel strips of her shirt and skirt off her shivering body. She could see the lustful glint in the Major’s eyes as pieces of torn cloth kept falling on the floor, revealing more and more of her smooth skin.

“Masterless slut Elsa Braucht,” started the brunettte slavecop with the thick braid, “ you will be taken down to the processing area to be properly cleaned and prepped for service. After that, you’ll be assigned a sleeping shelf to spend the night on. Your camera crew will have access to the Hive in the morning.”

Elsa’s eyes grew even wider. Was she going to spend the night with slavecops even before the proper show started? In her shocked state, she didn’t realize that A-S Jizzpot had finished removing her clothes. Only after the blonde returned to her original spot she realized she was standing fully naked in the middle of the room. Complete nudity in front of strangers wasn’t a new thing for her, of course… But she felt extra vulnerable without a camera documenting her fear and humiliation. She was all alone, defenseless, and vulnerable in front of one of the most powerful men in the country, deep inside the most feared building in this part of the planet.

In here, she wasn’t a minor celebrity reporter employed by the SBC.

She was but a tiny little fly stuck to a spider’s web.

“You wanted to observe how slavecops lived and served,” the big man said with a grin. “You cannot do that with a simple cunthound ride-along.” He reached and grabbed her big breasts one by one, slapped them a couple times, and pinched her nipples ruthlessly, all the while keeping strict eye contact with the wincing young reporter. “No, I'll make sure that you’ll see it all, and experience it all. Both sides of it, in fact.” He let her tits go and reached down to cup her pussy. Elsa flinched when his middle finger dug into her wet slit. “You’ll get be both the hunter and the prey, masterless slut Braucht. We’ll let you ride along and chase runners first, yes. But once that's done it will be your turn to run. We'll leave you in the middle of a wilderness and give you a few minutes of head start. Then you’ll be hunted down, tranqed, brought back in, and processed like a captured fluffer. You’ll get to see what we do to those ungrateful bitches here. Authentic enough experience for you? How does that sound?”

Elsa gulped audibly. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. It took her a few long seconds to find her signature smile again. The best choice of action in such impossible situations was to obey immediately with a respectful smile. Nobody knew that better than her. “It sounds wonderful, Master-Major Sir,” she beamed. “This slut cannot wait to-”

“Shut up and get down on your knees,” interrupted the man as he unzipped his pants. “I think I’ll threehole you before, not after.”

“Or I should say, before ‘and’ after.”

 

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A "Miss Braucht on the Road" Special:

The SEFR - part 2​

“Get up, rookie!”

Elsa jumped from her sleep and hit her head on the ceiling of the sleeping shelf. A few slavecops threw her knowing smiles.

“Welcome to the Corps, reporter!” Her upper neighbor patronizingly patted her on the head and jumped down from her shelf. She landed gracefully, like a fairy. Her big boobs jiggled for a couple seconds and settled on her bronze colored chest. “You don’t become a real bluepuss until you hit your head at least once,” she chuckled.

“Good morning… it’s… morning, right?” Elsa’s internal clock said so, but she wasn’t sure. The “sixteener cell” she was put in had no natural night. They were in a small windowless concrete box two levels underground.

“It is. 4:58, to be exact.” The slavecop pointed at the small screen above the door. There it was, at the corner, the time. “You better get down from there,” the girl tapped on her shelf. “You lie, you fry.”

Elsa didn’t understand what the girl meant by that, but her instincts told her to follow the friendly advice. She jumped down and stood next to the slavecop. Few seconds later, an electrical current hit the shelves. Startled, she took another step away from the crackling metal. “You owe me one, reporter,” grinned the tall bronze-skinned beauty.

“Thank you, um…”

“A-S Deepthroat,” the girl smiled and extended her hand for a shake. “You have three guesses why they gave me that name.”

Elsa smiled. “I’m Elsa. Elsa Braucht.”

“Eeel-sah,” repeated Deepthroat, with a theatrical flair. “How exotic. You must be important, perhaps a celebrity. I have never seen a civilian down here before.” She reached for the reporter’s slender neck and stroke the spot where a slaveband would be.

“Well, perhaps a minor celebrity, yes,” Elsa said coyly. “In some circles, at least. I do this show on TV, a documentary series of sorts.”

“We don’t get TV here,” the other dismissed. “It has been a long while since I last watched a show. Documentary you say? Is it about the slavecops?”

“Yes,” nodded Elsa jovially. “Not a comprehensive one, but... I wanted to do a Cunthound ride-along. You know, sit at the back and observe while you girls do your thing.”

“Suck cock?” A redhead joined in the conversion.

“I’m sure you do a lot more than just … suck cock,” Elsa chuckled. “You operate the nav-computer, do the tracking stuff… And of course chase down the runners.”

“Sometimes,” Deepthroat shrugged. “Once or twice a week, some stupid girl tries to run. It takes 10-15 minutes to hunt them down. And the nav-computer pretty much runs itself. The rest of the time, we just fly around aimlessly and serve our state-assigned rapists.”

“Here she goes again,” said the blue-haired slavecop doing stretches behind Deepthroat. She had the longest legs and the roundest butt Elsa had ever seen. "One of these days, an M-A will overhear your stupid bullshit and we’ll all get punished for it, Gina.”

“Baah!” dismissed Deepthroat. “Elsa here won’t tattle on me, right?”

“Just say ‘off the record’ beforehand,” grinned the reporter. “Of course, I’ll immediately spill all under torture.“

They all laughed. Elsa was pleasantly surprised to see how relaxed and cool the universally feared “bluepuss” were. These gorgeous bitches all looked stern, stone-faced, and scary in public, but the group in this sixteener was barely distinguishable from a normal college dorm crowd in the morning.

When she was brought into the cell the previous night, she was scared as hell. It was one of the most nerve-breaking experiences a woman could ever have, being led down the stairs of the fucking BFA headquarters. She couldn’t sleep for hours, thinking about all the ways things could go wrong. It was impossible to toss and turn in the narrow shelf she was given either. It was just a cold metal nook in the wall where one could fit in by assuming an uncomfortable fetal position.

The others didn’t complain. They were all trained slavecops with years of experience. They arrived about an hour after Elsa, climbed into their nooks without making much noise, and immediately fell asleep like babies. Of course, they were all exhausted, and had only several hours to rest before their daily cycle restarted.

“You can relax, reporter” said Deepthroat putting her arm around Elsa’s waist. “They informed us about you last night, before we came in. Told us not to give you a hard time. Nobody will touch you or anything, don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m not afraid,” Elsa replied. "You can touch me if you want." She winked at the redhead who was unsubtly scanning her fully naked form since the beginning of the conversation. The girl smiled back. Elsa immediately fell in love with her freckled dimples.

“Not afraid of slavecops? Ha! That’s a bold faced lie,” the blonde sitting across said.

“Well, you tall freaks are rather intimidating for sure. But I’ve been in situations much scarier than this, believe me.”

“I doubt that,” the blonde dismissed.

“Who are you calling a freak, reporter?” pouted Deepthroat, and gave her a playful spank on the right ass-cheek. “You re quite tall yourself, aren’t you? You don’t stick out as a sore thumb here. In fact, you could easily pass as an S-grade, if you ask me.”

“Bullshit!” exclaimed the blue-haired slavecop. “This slut is just an A. Maybe a high-A if you squint your eyes.”

“Why thank you,” smiled Elsa. “I’m actually a high-A, official documents say.”

“Official documents don’t say that,” the other rejected.

“Mine does, in the special notes section. Just between the breeding recommendation and my FR preference,” Elsa said proudly.

“Oh? What is it then?” Deepthoat asked.

“Dancing in the air,” Elsa replied quickly. “After several orgasms, if possible.”

“Good choice,” the blonde across chimed in. “Hypoxic ephoria. That would be my pick too.”

“Hey! You’re cheating, A-grade.” The blue haired slavecop pointed down at Elsa’s feet. She realized that she was standing on her tiptoes. “Desperately trying to fit in with us freaks?”

They all laughed again.

“Are we all rapeready, cunts?” yelled a girl from the other side of the room. All turned towards the voice. "That’s our mother hen, A-S Butterpuss,” Deepthoat explained. “She is a Level Four, the highest ranker in this sixteener. That makes her the de-facto leader. In this room anyway.”

Elsa opened her mouth to ask a question, but stopped when Butterpuss's eyes met hers. The girl approached with a soldierly gait.

“Masterless slut Braucht,” she greeted formally. “I’m Eyass Butterpuss, level four elite tracker. I officially welcome you to our sixteener. You were asleep when we arrived last night.”

“Thank you, sister,” smiled Elsa. “Actually, I was only pretending, to be honest. Too nervous. I couldn’t sleep at all.”

The girl gave her an understanding smile and pointed to Deepthroat. “I hope A-S chatterbox here isn’t giving you a hard time. She is an acquired taste, this one. We all learned to live with her somehow, but we are trained professionals who underwent intense torment during training and afterwards. I’m not sure if a bareneck can survive prolonged exposure to her BS.”

“I think I can manage,” Elsa replied.

“Very well. I was ordered to explain the rules to you. First thing’s first. The servonym.”

“Servonym?” asked Elsa, with wide eyes. “But I’m not-”

“Yes, you’re not a slave, but you cannot use your birthname in here. You are allowed to choose a temporary one to identify yourself during your stay here. If you don’t have something in mind we can-”

“Yummyslut,” Elsa said quickly. “I’d like to be A-S Yummyslut.” She turned to Deepthroat. “You see, my idol, my favorite news reporter is Miss Yum-… Oh, never mind. I guess you wouldn’t know her either.”

“I know about Miss Yummycunt,” replied the other. “The one with the big tits. She was on all the roadside billboards.”

“Yes,” Elsa said, “that’s the one.”

“Good!” exclaimed Butterpuss. “I’m glad we handled that quickly. Masters will start to arrive to pick their sidecunts in a few minutes. You should know how to greet them.”

“Will I be assigned to a Master-Agent?” jumped Elsa. She was under the impression that she was going on a ride-along with an MA and A-S, but she wasn’t sure any more. She was given a ‘fake’ servonym, so she could be given a ‘fake’ master too.

“You won’t be assigned to a Master-Agent,” Butterpuss laughed. “Unless of course you know how to operate a Cunthount Mark III. Can you do that, Fake-ass Yummyslut?”

“No, but I suck cock exceptionally well,” the reporter grinned. “Better than the lot of you, probably.”

Another round of laughter. Elsa was starting to like this particular group of tall freaks, and they seemed to like her back. She had that magical charm about her, of course. It was nice to see that even the battle-hardened bluepuss weren’t immune to it.

“Maybe we can get to see you perform later,” Butterpuss continued. “At least one of us might. You’ll be joining one of us. Mark III has an extra foldable seat at the back for a secondary cocksucker. Anyway, back to the greeting.” She tapped the blue haired girl on the shoulder. “A-S Jigglejugs will demonstrate.”

The girl rolled her eyes before reluctantly going down on her knees. She bowed her head and lowered her gaze. “See how she looks at your feet,” Butterpuss explained. “Until the Master-agent acknowledges you and talks to you, you will keep your eyes on his boots. Say it!”

“Kneel, bow down, eyes on boots,” Elsa repeated.

“Very good. Go on, Rhea.”

“Good morning Master-Agent Something, Sir. A-S Fakebluepuss is ready for your cock, Sir!” the Blue-haired slavecop said in a soldierly manner.

“Got it?” asked Butterpuss. “Not that hard to memorize for a college grad, I assume.”

Elsa smiled and repeated the formal greeting.

“That’s nice, but you better do that again on your knees, properly,” Jigglejugs said as she stood back up.

Elsa was ready to do so, but the approaching footsteps interrupted the impromptu lesson on slavecop etiquette. The girls quickly lined up in front of their shelves and waited for the first master to arrive.

“Goes without saying, you’ll use cuntspeak when you’re interacting with superiors,” Deepthroat whispered quickly. “Master-Agents, civilians. doesn’t matter. Nothing but cuntspeak. No exceptions. You get extra floggings if you fuck up. You might even get the entire sixteener punished collectively if you keep fucking up… So don’t you fuck up, Yummyslut!”

“Yes sister,” Elsa nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m fluent in cuntspeak.”



to be continued...

 

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Special short:

The Princess​

“This one here. Princess Shinycunt!”

The blonde show-whorsie opened her eyes when she heard her servonym whispered outside of her stall. She struggled against the rigid metal frame that held her on her tiptoes, with her legs straight, her upper body bent forward, and her head pulled back in the most uncomfortable position. Before her training as a pony began at this horrible ranch in northern Pussiana, she could have never imagined one would be able to sleep this way. She had soon found out that she was capable of many things. Catching some sleep in this unnatural position was probably the easiest of the tricks she had learned.

Hers was an epic fall. Only a few months ago, she was living in luxury in a castle. She was the royal princess of Fotzenburg, next in line for the throne, counting the days until her terminally ill father to croak. She was young, beautiful, and full of life. She was quite popular among the people even though her entire family was universally despised.

Her father the king was hated for good reason. He was an incompetent ruler, an abysmal diplomat, and an immoral degenerate to boot. In response to the radical social transformation spreading around the globe, he had gradually adopted fist-and-arrow style policies in the kingdom. In the beginning, this radical change was seen as a desperate balancing act. After all, their little country in the Kitzlerthal Valley was stuck between the two increasingly aggressive arrowite powers Scheidereich and Chattelande. This series of reforms was seen as a necessary response to the growing domestic demands for female-suppression as well as mounting international pressure, so he faced little opposition.

One day, he decided to dissolve the parliament and declare martial law. Women were disenfranchised and purged from administrative positions overnight. There were some protests and riots in response, but all came to a full stop a week later, when the entire female population was “nationalized” by royal edict. The police cracked down on the resistance with extreme violence, killing many and enslaving the rest.

All women in the country were now the property of the royal house of Fotzenburg-Kitzler. Special slave-training compounds modeled after the reeducation camps Arrowites set up in Pussiana and its allies were established around the country. Consultants poured in from Chattelande and Scheidereich to help with the radical social reengineering project, and a regional female-trade treaty was signed.

Wilhelmina hated her father even before he capitulated to the Arrowites and turned into a full tyrant. She suspected him of murdering her mother. A few years ago, when the queen was found dead in her bed chamber, the royal physician concluded that the cause of death was heart failure. Wilhelmina was sure that this official account was poppycock, of course. She knew that her father visited her mother the night before, for her weekly rape. She also knew that he liked to choke women during the act. She had seen the bruises on her mother’s neck many times, despite the laced high-collars she wore to hide them.

The unexplained disappearance of her four ladies-in-waiting after that night was another clue. As royal fellatrices tasked with restoring the king’s erection during royal violations, those four young noblewomen would have been in the room when it happened. They lived with the queen twenty-four-seven, locked in the same chamber, chained to the same bed. Now nobody knew where they were.

The princess was filled with rage when it happened. She wanted to avenge her mother. Every evening she made plans to slip into her father’s room and slit his throat, but every morning she changed her mind. She was too much a coward to commit such a violent act. Instead, she spent more and more time at the temple, praying for the vile monster’s demise. Surprisingly, her prayers were answered a few months later when the king collapsed after a particularly exhausting visit to the newly established Royal Cuntery. Wilhelmina barely managed to hide her delight when the royal physicians declared that her father had the same genetic disease that claimed many of his male ancestors. It was one of the best days of her life.

Unfortunately, it was the day the sequence of events that led to her eventual fall began. When the diagnosis was made, her uncle the duke decided to take the throne for himself. He was another monster cut from the same cloth, Wilhelmina soon found out. It was him who had her sent to this fucking hell to be trained as a lowly fuck-pony. What was worse, he told the terrified poor thing that he was going to ride her to the coronation ceremony.

Ride her to the coronation? What did that even mean? The man’s stupidity would have been ridiculous if it wasn’t backed by pure cruelty.

The gate to her stall swung open and two men entered. Restrained with her back turned to the gate, she couldn’t see who her visitors were, but she could tell that there were only two of them. A relief.

“There she is in all her glory. A real princess. Look at this flawless round butt. A royal mare ready to be ridden by us two peasants.”

She recognized the older man’s voice immediately. It was Whoresmaster Wayne, one of the six men who tended Wilhelmina and her hapless stablemates at the eastern wing. He wasn’t the worst rapist they had, but not the best either. He had a rather big one and preferred to fuck them in their “unnatural” orifices. On the plus side, he didn’t flog them much.

“So, how are we going to do this?” the other one asked. She didn’t recognize him. He had a much younger voice, probably late teens, closer to her age. Perhaps a new recruit? “I mean. Are we going to take turns? Or perhaps do the thing, you know, on both ends… Um, double her?” he continued, with his voice cracking with excitement.

“You mean double-end her,” the old man chuckled. “Colloquially known as spitroasting, yes? Here at the Ranch we generally use the terms ‘ride’ or ‘mount’ instead of fuck or rape. Fits better with the whole shtick, you see. So, what you’re referring to would be ‘doublemounting.’”

“Yes, that,” the young man jumped. “Doublemounting.”

“If you like,” the man shrugged. He put his hand oh Shinycunt’s round bottom and squeezed it a few times. The princess-turned-pony flinched at his touch. Amused by her reaction, the man grabbed her tail plug and pulled it out violently. The oddly shaped plastic object stretched her rectum and popped out, leaving the entrance of her secondary fuckhole momentarily agape. “Watch how it reacts,” the man said, and put his finger in her butt. To her embarrassment, her well-conditioned sphincter immediately grabbed the invader and pulled it in.

“See how cock-hungry she is?” the man commented triumphantly. “They all are. Horny harlots, the lot of them. It doesn’t matter if they come from a royal palace or a pig farm. We aren't training them here, my boy. What we do here is removing their inhibitions. Bashfulness, coyness, moral qualms, a false sense of decency and propriety, layers upon layers of pretense… When you get rid of all that crap, you end up with something pure. An unadulterated need to serve and please men. They don't learn it, they uncover it. We reveal their true purpose. We free them.”

“By fu- mounting them?” the young man asked.

“Often and hard,” the other one laughed. “That’s right. We ride them to freedom. We are heroes.”

He pulled his finger out of Shinycunt and slapped her hard on the right ass-cheek. She moaned into her bridle gag. She was used to the man’s tongue-in-cheek "moral" justifications of this cruelty of course. He certainly wasn’t serious about it. But sometimes, Wilhelmina found his words oddly convincing… in a very fucked-up way.

Her thoughts betrayed her often, especially when she was left alone in the dark after a long day of training and service. Incessant physical and psychological abuse did weird things to girls' brains.

“You raped before, right?” Whorsemaster Wayne asked. “I hear you boys do gangrapes and stuff nowadays. I wish we had that when I was in high school.”

“Gangrapes? No, not really,” the boy said. “We aren’t the horny degenerates you think we are. We respect other men’s property as much as you old folk do, alright?” He walked around to see Shinycunt’s blushing face up close. She threw a quick look at the young boy and lowered her eyes coyly. Her earlier guess was on the money. He was her age, a recent high-school graduate, apparently. A rather bland-looking young man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, average height, average build. He reached for her mouth and wiped the drool off her lower lip with his thumb. She flinched again. She hated that bridle gag, mostly because of the incessant drooling. “Of course, we do bathroom raids to facefuck girls.” the boy continued. “I know how to properly throat a girl. Had my fair share of-”

“Blah blah blah, I'm a virgin, blah blah blah,” interrupted the man with a dismissive wave. “This is your lucky day, my boy. And how! Your first will be a real princess. A would-be queen with a newfound taste for Pussianan cock. It can’t get better than that, huh?” He paused for a moment and shrugged. “Can’t get better,” re repeated. “Means it’ll be downhill from here. Ah-hah-hah!”

“Poor me!” the other chuckled. “But, I think I can live with that, somehow.”

“Wayne landed another hard slap across the princess’s blushing butt. “Come over here. Pick a hole. Fuck it.” He punctuated his words with another smack and walked over to the winch to release the chain stretching Wilhelmina’s neck upwards. He lowered her head to his crotch level and started to unbuckle his belt. “It’s been a while I mounted her from this end,” he snickered. “She’s constantly in use, this one. Very popular with the trainers. You have to come very early in the morning to rape her, or you have to get in line.”

“Yes,” the other nodded with his palms on the princess’s asscheeks. It was a sight to behold.

“No need to be nervous, boy. Just take it out and shove it in. It’s not that different from fucking their faces.”

“I’m not nervous,” the other shrugged. “I just want to savor the moment, you know? This is… truly beautiful. Look at it. Perfectly round and smooth. Not a single blemish on...” He opened his zipper and took out his dick, which was already hard as diamonds since the moment he stepped in the stall. He placed it between her primary and secondary and applied a slight pressure to her perineum, causing her body to recoil with confusion.”

“Well, hurry up,” the other egged on. “I’m not going to wait forever for you to enter the whore.”

“Right, sorry,” the other said and moved forward. The head of his penis pushed her taint in for a brief moment, then turned downwards and entered her wet pussy. She moaned into her bridle as he pressed on and penetrated her fully. He stopped with surprise on his face. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “This is… something else. Can’t believe how tight… how good it feels.”

“I know, right?” the older man laughed as he removed the bridle. Before poor Wilhelmina could take a deep breath and swallow the drool collected in her mouth, he shoved his fat dong into her mouth, stretching her full lips to the limit and straining her sore jaw further.

Both started to move in her fuckholes. They began with slow and measured thrusts as men usually did, but their rhythm quickly turned into an erratic, rough one. Wilhelmina hated getting ‘doublemounted’ while she was still in her stall. Because her body was fully immobilized in her metal frame that had absolutely no give, rapes felt like beatings.

Whoresmaster Wayne was the first one to climax. After a couple minutes of intense skullfucking, he grabbed her head with both hands and showed his cock to the deepest possible point in her throat to ejaculate. Having lost her gag reflex months ago, the princess patiently waited for him to empty his balls into her gullet, then obediently cleaned his member from base to tip. He pulled out and slapped her a few times, then winched her head up to its original position.

Wilhelmina exhaled in relief before Wayne inserted the bridle gag back in her well-fucked mouth. On the other end, the newbie was still railing her tight little pussy. He was quite a good rapist for a first-timer. Holding her butt firmly between his hands, he kept pumping her with fast and deep thrusts, with purposeful timing and intensity. Was he trying to give her an orgasm? Wasn’t that against the rules?

“You’re taking your time, huh?” the old man smirked. “We are not supposed to let them enjoy it too much.”

“Why not?” the boy asked naively.

“Company policy. You have to be careful especially with commissioned whores like this one. Pleasure increases the risk of them bonding with their trainers. You see, their little brains cannot handle the chemicals released during climax. Let a little too much oxytocin into this little head and she might start to like you.”

“Ah!” the other said. “She belongs to a customer. We shouldn’t imprint ourselves on these cunts.”

“Exactly. You’re not as stupid as you look, huh?”

“Fine, I’m about done anyway,” the boy shrugged. He picked up the pace and exploded deep inside her moments later. Even after he finished pumping his seed into her, Shinycunt instinctively continued to milk his cock with her buttcheeks for a few more seconds, which was immediately rewarded with a hard smack of appreciation.

“Good!” the man approved. Always finish with a slap. It’s good for them. Helps them learn.

“Of course, “ the boy nodded. “Even I know that much.”

 

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Special short:

Repurposed Favorites​

“Before you proceed, I have to warn you, Ray. We don’t play games here at Cunt Creek. We take our job seriously. We don’t train ponies. We train ‘whorsies.’ The word is trademarked for a reason.”

“I know, I know” waved the bald businessman in his late thirties. He didn’t give off filthy-rich in his old leather jacket and faded jeans, but the old rancher knew that the deaf bastard had enough money to buy his entire operation right on the spot. Not everyone could afford the unusual cybernetic ear implants he carried.

“That’s why I brought my cunts here,” the man continued. “ My pals at the country club told me all about your program. I'm sure you remember Harper, Pitts and Forbes. They speak very highly of the results.”

“Ah, yes!” the rancher grinned. “Sean and Hank left their ex-wives with us, and Sheldon brought in a supermodel he purchased in Stivalonia. Wonderful women, each and every one of them. Very smart and receptive too. They all turned out well.”

“Certainly,” the other nodded. “I have seen ‘em with my own eyes. Very impressive. Those motherfuckers brought their whorsies to my birthday partly last month to show off. Hank, especially, wouldn’t shut up about his ex’s transformation. So I decided to give you nice country boys a call.”

“I’m glad you did,” the rancher said, rubbing his chest proudly. He gestured towards the door. “Let's not waste any more time, then. Shall we take a look at what you brought for us?”

Ray smiled and walked out of the spacious wood cabin that served as the administrative office of the ranch. Bright rays of the scorching northern sun hit his dome once he stepped out of the shade, forcing him to shield his eyes with his left hand. The rancher pulled out his sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put them on before walking towards the two young woman standing in the middle of the groundwork paddock. Both were completely naked except for the high heeled business-style pumps they were wearing. Silicon ball-gags were inserted in their mouths, but they had elastic straps that can be removed easily. They stood perfectly straight, with their ankles apart, and wrists joined at their backs. They were not restrained in any way.

“These two are well-trained,” the rancher said as he circled around the two beauties like a vulture. “That’s great. Our job will be a lot easier.”

“Well, I’m a professional female trainer myself,” the other grinned proudly. “My father owned the company, but he didn’t just give it to me. I had to start from a low-level trainer job and make my way up from there.”

“That’s a very nice idea,” the other said without averting his eyes from the taller, slightly older woman. He reached and swept her wavy black hair back, exposing her long neck. The metal button on her slaveband glimmered. “I think I’ll do that with my sons. Those little punks never had to work for anything in their lives.” He cupped the young woman’s big round tits one by one, as if he was weighing them. “What can you tell me about this one?”

“Toyslut was my secretary at the company,” the other replied. “she was one of my original favorites. Bought her from her husband on a whim. Very smart and capable woman. Fast learner, skilled, obedient, a delight to rape.”

“Athletic too,” the other said as he grabbed and squeezed the woman’s toned buttocks. “Very nice. You exercise them often, I presume?”

“They have dildo-bikes in their cells,” Ray nodded. “They ride them for two hours every day. Sometimes I let them swim too.”

“You are the ideal customer,” the rancher laughed. “I wish everyone brought us such well-trained, obedient cunts with strong leg muscles.” He reached for the woman’s chin and turned her head to both sides to have a closer look. He grabbed her eyeglasses and threw them away, then he pulled out the red silicone ball-gag. Its flimsy strap snapped immediately.

“We don’t use these,” he said and dropped it on the ground. He put his hand in his jeans pocket and took out a bit gag. “Whorsies get bridles.” He tapped the woman’s lower lip with it. Toyslut looked at her master for a moment and opened her mouth when she got the nod. The rancher placed the bendy cylindrical bit between her lips. “Bite on it, filly.”

She complied immediately. The rancher strapped the gag around her neck and tightened it. “This will do for now. When your training begins, you’ll get a proper one.”

He moved to the redhead and did the same before examining her body. She was a lot younger and a bit shorter than the brunette. Her pale white body was equally alluring. Big round tits, slender waist, shapely long legs. “Covered in freckles!” he commented, as he explored the girl’s pleasant curves with both hands. “Very cute, but this poor little ginger will have a real bad time during groundwork sessions.” He pointed at the hot midday sun and made a jokey sad face.

“Perhaps you can put her in a full-body suit,” suggested her owner, wiping the sweat off from his fully exposed scalp with a kerchief. “It’s true. She bruises very easily.”

“As you wish,” the rancher replied. He slid his fingers down and started to rub the girl’s wet pussy. “Immediately wet and ready. Such a delicate flower. What’s her story?”

“This is Dollwhore,” Ray introduced. “College girl. Came to us as an intern. I decided to buy her the moment she set foot in my office. Sucks cock exceptionally well. Tight holes. That’s pretty much all I know about her.”

“That’s more than we need to know,” the other nodded with an apathetic tone. He removed his finger from her pussy and wiped her juices on her own trembling full lips. She flinched at his touch. “Oh, I love freckled gingers. Can’t wait to flog this one unconscious.”

He turned to the businessman and threw his hands in the air. “So, what do you want us to do with them? Do you want show whorsies, race whorsies, cart-pullers, beasts of burden? We have several training programs that you can-”

“Show whorsies,” definitely,” the other interrupted. “Or specifically, do whatever you had done with Cynthia, uh, Sean Harper’s ex-wife. I was especially impressed by her conformation and demeanor. What an amazing transformation!”

“Ah yes, our own Lady Wickedbitch. Indeed, she was a delightful fucktoy to start with and turned into a graceful whorsie in the end.” The rancher walked behind the two young women and grabbed them both by the neck, casually squeezing to control their breathing for no apparent reason. “Before we start, I’m sure you’ve read the disclaimer sheet?”

The other nodded.

“Good. So you know that this is a very demanding training program. We’ll treat these girls as the pieces of fuckmeat they are. We’ll rape and gangrape them for hours, exercise them until they pass out, flog them until they bleed, put them in fully automated torture machines whenever necessary. Do you have any problem with any of these conditions?”

“Not at all,” Ray shrugged. “They can take it. Do your worst.”

“The worst,” the rancher pouted, “is AFT.” He squeezed the girls’ necks a bit harder and did not immediately release this time. Both rose on their tiptoes in a failed attempt to breathe. The man’s ruthless grip tightened in response. “Before you sign them over to us, I have to let you know that the average Accidental Female Termination rate at Cunt Creek Ranch has been around 7% since the beginning. It’s already a very low number, but we’re determined to reduce that even further this year. We’ll need a signed waiver to-”

“That’s fine,” the man dismissed. “I have been using them for more than a year. You know, even the best pussy gets pretty boring after a while. I was toying with the idea of snuffing them anyway. But then I saw what you had done with my pals’ bitches and thought, perhaps they can be repurposed?”

“Good choice!” exclaimed the rancher and let the gasping girls’s necks go just as they were starting to convulse in panic. They landed back on their feet and took deep breaths. “Would be such a shame. Me, I’m adamantly against terminating cunts for no reason. We are getting a bit spoiled as a nation because we have been living in abundance since the revolution. We often forget that pussy is a limited national resource.” He stroked the panting girls’ flushed cheeks gently. “We should be preserving these beauties, not waste them irresponsibly.”

“To each his own,” the other smirked. “I think offing a bitch every now and then, especially after a good long rape, can be quite entertaining.”

“Well, we don’t do that here, but I’m glad you don’t have a problem with our AFT rate,” the other said. “So, we have a deal?”

“Yes. This will take a month, right?”

“The basic program, yes. Longer if you need some extra training on diverse roles and functions. Show whorsie program you’re interested in lasts five weeks.”

“No problem,” the man said. “No visitations, you said earlier?”

“That’s correct. Once you leave them here, you cannot visit them until the end of the program, unless of course you want to terminate their training for some reason.”

“That’s fine. As I said, not my favorite fuckmeat any more.”

“You don’t like to use them, but perhaps you’d like to watch them getting railed? We generally start with what we call an ‘introductory ride.’ Before their formal training begins, we tie the new fuckfillies at a central common area, so everybody at the ranch can have a go.” He reached down and cupped Toyslut and Dollwhore’s pubic mounds from the back, then pulled his hands up to force the two scared girls back on their tiptoes.

“Yes, I guess I can stay for a few minutes to watch,” the owner grinned.

“Great!” the rancher exclaimed and gestured to the two trainers waiting by the paddock fence. Then he leaned in and whispered. “These boys will take you to the mounting log and bend you over. You’ll be raped there until this time tomorrow. Twenty-two men work here, and believe me, they are not easily satisfied. They will come back for seconds. You won’t be able to relax for a single moment. You certainly won’t be able to rest or sleep. It will be constant, brutal. Your fuckholes will go numb, and so will your mind. But at the end, when we finally release you and lead you to your stalls, let you have some feed and water, you’ll be extremely appreciative and grateful. You can bet on that.”

He let their pussies go and handed them to the two trainers. “Fuckfilly Toyslut and Fuckfilly Dollwhore, welcome to Cunt Creek Ranch!”

 

[xxfluffydeathxx]

Special short:

Synched​

“Wait a minute! Twins?”

“Yes! Unbelievable, isn’t it? Very pretty ones too. This must be our lucky day, brother.” The blond rancher yanked the reins of the two new trainees. The sisters obediently followed him into the paddock in lockstep.

“Look at the harmony! That’s not just a twin thing, right? They must have had some training before this.”

“Oh, they are fully trained sex slaves, for sure. I’m told they even pulled a cart a few times. But no, they haven’t been properly whorsified. It will be our job, Rusty.”

“Damn!” exclaimed the other with admiration in his voice as he started to grope the sister in the red harness. He didn’t look older than thirty, but his dark brown hair was already turning silver around the ears. After playing with the girl’s big tits for a while, he grabbed her chin and turned her head to read the servonym printed on her bridle strap. “Candycunt? What a nice name for a fuckfilly.”

“And this one is called Sugarpussy,” the blond youngster added, giving the sister in the blue harness a hard spank on her round bottom. The girl flinched and whimpered in the sexiest way possible, but managed to keep her balance on the hoof-boots she was locked in. This was the first time she ever had these infernal things on, but walking in these stupid-looking contraptions was child’s play for an experienced slavegirl who had to prance around in pointy ballet boots all day, every day for more than a year.

“So, what’s on the schedule? Groundwork?” Rusty asked. His hands were now exploring Candycunt’s nether parts. Her bubbly asscheeks, her smooth thighs, her wet pussy… “I love the little sounds she makes when I rub her tight little cockslot,” he said and grabbed her chin again. He looked into the girl’s beautiful eyes for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. Shocked by this unexpected move, she struggled to breathe for a second, then surrendered to the man’s aggressive lips and tongue.

“Groundwork, yeah,” the other nodded. “But there’s no need to rush. We can give them a proper Cunt Creek welcome before teaching the steps and whatever.”

“They weren’t properly “welcomed’ already?” Rusty stood between the two sisters and continued to slap and squeeze their massive boobs. “No day-long gangrape? What’s with the special treatment?”

“They are not going to be show whorsies, obviously,” waved the other. “Beautiful as they are, these are not pedigree broodmares. Just ordinary cunts some city slicker picked up at the local Girlmart, I assume. They are going to be here for a week, tops. The basics, steps, gaits, and some cart pulling practice. In and out. ”

“That changes everything, Mick,” Rusty said, and pushed the girls’ faces together to give them both a kiss. “We should make the most of our limited time with these beauties, don’t you think?”

“That’s right. That’s exactly why I didn’t tailplug and gag them yet. We’ll do that after.” He put his finger under Sugarpussy’s chin and raised her head. “We’ll start with these beautiful face-pussies first. Look at those lips. Made to be wrapped around a fat cock.” He made two finger-pistol with his left hand and put it into the girl’s mouth. He turned his fingers around playfully for a couple seconds , then shoved them further down her throat. Sugarpussy gave a mild reaction to the sudden assault, which she expected to happen. “See? No gag reflex!” Mick exclaimed. “They are well trained.”

“That doesn’t mean they are well-trained slaves,” the other objected. “This only proves that they have been facefucked frequently.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to!” dismissed the other with a grin. “Let’s find out, shall we?” He let’t the girl’s chin go and took a big step back. “Fuckfillies, assume cocksucking positions!”

Sugarpussy and Candycunt went down on their knees and opened their mouths wide in perfect synchronicity, without losing a second. They knew well that hesitation meant disobedience. And disobedience meant pain.

“Told you. Very good form…” Mick bent forward to look at the girls’ fear-filled eyes up close, then slapped them hard across their faces. “… for a boring little sextoy. Unfortunately, that means nothing here. We train whorsies at the ranch, not simple cockwarmers.”

“Get up!” commanded Rusty. The girls rose up as quickly as they knelt. Tears were running down their cheeks now, but they were not visibly sobbing. A smack each landed on their bottoms. “Bend forward from the waist! Legs straight! Ninety degrees.”

They quickly did as told. “Chin up!” ordered Mick this time. “Look straight ahead! Open your mouths!” Once again, the sisters were quick to obey.

“Well done, fuckfillies!” exclaimed Rusty. “I take it back, Mickey. These are indeed exceptional whores.” He smacked them hard again, and then again, forcing them to take a few steps forward to keep their balance. They managed to assume the position despite the fact that their hands were tied at their backs and the hoof-boots forced them to stand on tiptoes.

The ranchers seemed impressed. “Very good,” said Rusty, but kept spanking the girls harder and harder until they eventually fell on the ground one after another.

“Get up, fillies. Chop-chop!” the other ordered. The sisters rose once again and assumed positions with almost inhuman speed.

Rusty pursed his lips with admiration. “I’ll be damned! Looks like we have little wisdom to impart, huh?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the other chuckled. “Yes, they may need little instruction, but they certainly need exercise, just like the rest of them. You are not hired to educate, you moron. You are hired to rape.” He unbuckled his belt, opened his zipper and took his erect cock out, then shoved it in Sugarpussy’s inviting mouth without wasting another second. He thrust forward to bury his entire length in her throat, moved his hips to and fro for a few times so she would learn his preferred tempo, then let the slavegirl take over. Sugarpussy obediently started to lick and suck his oversized member with exceptional skill.

“Damn, she looks so sexy too,” Rusty commented before shoving his own dick between Candycunt’s full lips. The two ranchers relaxed in silence as the beautiful twins sucked their big fat dicks with perfect obedience.

* * *

Finally, a chance to loosen up. Sally relaxed and did her best to accommodate the rancher’s member moving in and out of her throat. She felt most at home when she had a cock in her mouth. That’s when she knew exactly what to do. She didn’t have to say anything, think about anything, or plan her next step… All she had in her head was a big dick, literally, stretching her lips and throat.

They often expected her to perform in the beginning, and she did it well enough. She’d lick and suck it slowly, moan and whimper every now and then, add some flourishes with her tongue… But then, at some point, they would take full control of the process. It would start with a hand at the back of her head, or simple verbal commands… More often than not, her well-choreographed blowjob devolved into a messy skullfucking towards the end. They would stick it deep in her throat violently and empty their balls directly down her gullet. She rarely got the chance to get a rapist off on her own.

Some men appreciated the art of fellatio and let the cocksucker perform until the very end. The blonde rancher named Mick seemed to be one of those men. He knew how to fuck a woman’s mouth properly. A few thrusts at the beginning was enough to show her how fast and deep she had to go. He moved again to make changes when necessary, and stopped to slap her when she failed to do exactly what he wanted.

Sally was a fast learner. She didn’t need more than two slaps to learn his preferences. She quickly became an expert on the guy in a few minutes.

She wasn’t allowed to look at her sister Polly, but she was always fully aware of her, of course. She always knew where she was and what she was doing. Sometimes she became so deeply focused on her, she simply forgot about herself. It was easier to keep track of her sister while serving a single master, but she got nervous when they were getting raped by different people. It often felt like an out of body experience where her mind followed Polly, while her own body went on autopilot.

This was no different. She was highly aware of her sister’s moans and groans, constantly calculating the level of pain she was in every whimper. She counted the slaps she received. Polly was a good cocksucker too, but every rapist had a different style. The trainer Polly was currently serving was certainly not easy to please. He was a slapper. Sally counted seven hard ones land on her sister’s rosy cheeks until Polly managed to bring the guy to a climax.

Once Polly was done with the cock in her mouth, Sally’s mind snapped back into her own body. She had to finish her own rapist off soon. The man, however, didn’t show any signs of impatience. While the other guy turned Polly around to fuck her ass next, Mick continued to enjoy the soft-n-slow she was giving.

Her anxiety grew. It was that “twin thing” she often felt, that weird need to be in synch with her sister. Slowly and subtly, she increased her pace in the hopes that he’d pass the threshold and start fucking her face. She got away with it. Her unprompted acceleration wasn’t punished in any way. And after a while, she started to see the results of her increased efforts. Mick started to move his hips back and forth first, then he grabbed her ponytail with his left hand to keep her head steady. His thrusts got faster and deeper as she did her absolute best to augment his pleasure with every trick she knew. The explosion was imminent.

But it didn’t come. Just when his cock started throbbing like crazy, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. Sally was confused for a moment. Her befuddlement doubled when the rancher landed a hard slap on her left cheek while she was instinctively trying to get his dick back in her mouth. Had she done a bad job? Failed the first test her twin sister passed successfully?

The man didn’t comment on her performance. Instead, he yanked her hair to turn her around, and entered her butthole without warning.

Sally exhaled in relief when he started to assfuck her with surprising speed and violence. Finally, she was fully synched with her beloved sister.