by Peter King
Sam and Raul, on the other hand, shared Monica. They subjected her to extremely cruel treatments, far worse than her first session with Raul. With each passing day she lost a little bit of her self, becoming addicted to the perverted sexuality. In her tortured mind, her own suffering was justified since she had subjected her daughters to Sam’s cruel reality. Amid her pain and perversion they continued to force unwanted passion from the woman, making her crave orgasms as the only relief she felt from the persistent torments she endured.
But Maria faced the cruelest of treatments. After that first night, where she was used for hours on end, any vestige of her humanity was completely stripped away. They fitted her with leather paws on her hands, which trapped them so that they were useless to her. Short ballet boots were nearly always on her feet, making it impossible to walk, which she not permitted to do also. She spent all her time in her kennel, the light of day denied to her.
They made sure she was sleep deprived, allowing her just a few hours at a time after they had kept her mostly awake for the first couple of days. This left her more malleable to their demands as she tried to please them in any way just for a chance to rest. She was denied any control of her existence; every aspect of her life was under their direction. And her passions were constantly stoked, keeping her hot and horny at all times.
When she was first installed in her doghouse, she realized what she was destined to become. The roof of the house was designed to open with the slanted sides folding down along its sides. She was positioned on her back, her head just outside the arched opening at the front, staring up at the sign that hung above her. Her wrists and ankles were locked into cuffs mounted inside at the upper corners inside it, keeping her body splayed open at all times. They would close the roof and leave her there for short periods, always rousing her for more demeaning treatments once she was sound asleep.
She spent the first few days gagged all the time, unless she was sucking one of their cocks. They drilled into her that she was no longer a human; she was just their bitch. They taught her to bark once for yes and twice for no, the only form of communication they allowed her. By the time they stopped gagging her she never even considered speaking, aware that their rules were her laws. Failure to obey them, instantly and enthusiastically, was cause for intense punishments that she did her best to avoid. But no matter how hard she tried, they always found faults and she suffered for it.
Maria’s awareness was eroding as the training progressed, soon becoming a creature of pure reaction. She existed to obey the two brothers, her masters and trainers. Even thoughts of her mother, who she now hated for condemning her to this existence, started to slip away, her focus becoming trained on the demands of the men who controlled her. Her last concern was for the fate of Meg, her baby sister, hoping she was not subjected to a similar treatment.
Unlike Raul who began Monica’s anal training in a ruthless fashion, the two brothers took their time before invading her ass with their cocks. They were happy to fully use Maria’s willing mouth and pussy for days before taking her to the next level. They did start to prep her with a butt plug, a special one with a blonde ‘tail’ attached to it. The subjugated girl became accustomed to having that hole filled and found when they fucked her while she had it inside her ass, the sex was even better.
The sexual escapades she experienced many times daily were also having an effect on her, her desire to feel cocks inside her body dominated her thoughts. When they made her crawl about her training room, she did her best to please them, hoping she would receive a hard cock as her reward. After the first night where she was bound on her back, she was denied face-to-face sex, always being fucked from behind, like a dog. This helped instill her role as a pet slave, being mounted from the rear like the animal she was becoming.
She had a special fucking bench they generally used to violate her, and when ordered up onto it she always enthusiastically climbed aboard. She could kneel on shelves on either side, lying across the thin top. She started to get wet at the simple command of ‘up on the bench bitch,’ especially enjoying it when both brothers were with her because she would get to suck and fuck at the same time. If her plug was in during a dual session she found her passions stoked to the extreme, enjoying her three holes filled all at once. She never even realized how her thought processes were thoroughly perverted.
There was a small bucket in one corner and when ordered to relieve herself, she would crawl to it and kneel over it to evacuate her bladder or bowels. They fed her from a bowl on the floor and bitch Maria learned to eat and drink with just her mouth, her hands permanently unavailable to her. With all her actions so totally controlled she started to stop thinking about anything, now constantly focusing on her trainers and their constant demands.
Several days into her training, as she crawled about the kennel doing the ‘tricks’ they taught her, she was ordered to the bench. Wagging her tail, a skill she developed that made her trainers laugh, she climbed aboard her bench. By now she was rarely bound for sex, showing her willing obedience to Juan and Manuel, but today they strapped her arms and legs down. When her tail was ripped from her ass, she felt a pang of disappointment, having hoped that with both trainers here she could have had all three holes filled.
Juan took her first, while she sucked Manuel’s cock, sliding his rod into her constantly wet pussy and fucking her like usual. She moaned around the cock that now easily slid down her throat. She learned quickly how to deep throat them, gagging and retching the first few times, but not anymore. After she was well stoked and ready to have another marvelous orgasm, she felt Juan slip from her cunt and prod her ass with his cock.
“Time to learn how to get ass fucked bitch!” He yelled as he drove his cock all the way up her ass. She squealed around Manuel’s cock, the feeling in her ass so hot and wonderful. She had gotten used to the hard plug, but Juan’s hot and pulsing member felt so much better. The orgasm that had been building up inside her, erupted shortly after Juan began to saw his cock in and out of her clutching sphincter. This taught the girl a new lesson in depravity, as she enjoyed the first invasion of her back passage.
After Juan filled her with his spunk, he switched places with Manuel. As Manuel pummeled her ass, Maria got her first taste of a cock that was buried in her musky nether hole. They had started her on an enema regime after that first night, flushing her bowels each day, so it was far cleaner than it would have been. But the taste and smell of her ass was still undeniable, as Juan’s slick cock slid in and out of her throat.
That first session of anal sex showed the men how deeply and completely she had fallen into her new function. When they had both filled her ass with their semen, they inserted a new and bigger plug, keeping her filled with their fluids. As Maria cleaned Manuel’s cock, Juan drove the large tail plug into her asshole, the stretching feeling and its accompanying pain enveloping her in a blanket of perverted eroticism.
Time became nonexistent for Maria and what was merely a couple of weeks felt like months to the constantly abused girl. Anything that could anchor her to reality was stripped away, never knowing what time or day it was. All her thoughts were focused on keeping up with their unrelenting demands. As she descended into the pit of her own submission, she lost any hope of ever escaping the life she now led. Like the dog she was becoming, she existed to please her masters, showing joy when commended and whimpering in misery when she failed to do so.
She was fitted with a special body harness, that was composed of assorted leather straps and metal rings. Two of the rings were forced to the bases of her tits, making them bulge and become firm on her chest. Straps wrapped around her torso, holding the harness firmly in place. At the top of the harness, straps were attached to her studded collar that bore a stamped tag with her new name, ‘bitch maria.’ But she responded to the shortened version of ‘bitch’ that the men used to order her about her duties.
She learned to sit, beg, roll over, and how to display her body in numerous ways for
their pleasure. Receiving treats became her goal, whether that entailed sucking cock, getting fucked, or just being fed her doggy biscuits. Her diet was designed much like her sister’s and mother’s, full of drugs and hormones that started to slowly change her. By the second week her tits felt heavier and to her surprise started to seep milk when the men coaxed her ever-erect nipples. The subjugated girl had no idea how severely they were changing her and just did her best to keep them satisfied and avoid the pain that followed her failures.
Her most feared punishments were the pussy whippings, when they would hoist her up by her wrists and secure her legs wide spread. They used a short leather whip to beat her exposed sex, sending the harshest pain into her body in those sessions. But even after a severe whipping, she would come like a bitch in heat when she was fucked while still strung up and helpless. Soon enough the punishments just became a form of foreplay for the over-sexed slave.
One day, after a long session of assuming degrading positions for Juan’s pleasure, Manuel entered the room and said, “Master wants to meet his bitch and evaluate her progress.”
Bitch heard him speak and a strange thrill raced through her sex, anticipating a new aspect to her life. She had almost forgotten about her real master, the man who first made her beg for sex and then denied it to her. She was kneeling between Juan’s legs in her begging stance, her paws folded over on either side of her harness-bloated tits. She wagged her tail like a happy dog, eager to perform for her real owner.
“Look at our bitch, wagging that tail and happy to serve her owner, perhaps Sam will be pleased with her progress,” said Juan.
Manuel followed that comment with, “He wants her in his study in an hour, let’s get her prepped.”
The two men stripped all her gear from her and made her kneel in the old claw foot tub in on corner of the room. When she had become particularly dirty during her training, she would kneel in the tub free of her many bodily trappings. They then scrubbed and washed with stiff brushes and ice-cold water. Though her baths were just another painful trial, at least she felt clean when they finished scrubbing her down.
Usually after a bath she would suck their cocks as her reward, but with master waiting, she was just dressed in her pet outfit and leashed for her trip to Sam. As she crawled out of the kennel room for the first time in two weeks, she was anxious to perform for Sam, hoping she would please her true owner, wagging her tail as she crawled behind Juan.
Chapter 9: Monica Transformed
Though Maria endured the most stringent training of the three Freeman women, Monica’s training was nearly as insidious. Raul’s first session with her was just the beginning of her humiliation and degradation. Her body was twisted and used in a myriad of perverse and demeaning ways. She got used to being constantly bound, the freedom she was allowed when Sam first took her was becoming a distant memory.
She too was deprived of sufficient sleep and fed only sparingly, leaving her in a diminished state of mind. In her first few days of training she found herself trying to keep a grip on her identity, but the men that controlled her only called her ‘mama slave,’ constantly reminding her of her and her daughters’ new lot in life. With each passing session she endured, her grip on her old identity was slowly torn from her mind. Coupled with the constant sexual stimulation, she found that like her eldest daughter, it became the only solace she experienced in her bleak existence.
Sam decided that while she was well built for her age, her body could shed a few pounds and be more toned. Hence she was started on a daily exercise regimen, albeit with a kinky twist. She would jog on a treadmill with her hands bound behind her back and wearing high-heels. Of course she was naked, not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing since she stripped for Sam in his bedroom. Keeping her balance with her hands bound and her tits flopping on her chest was a trial, taking several spills before learning to keep up with the machine. The whippings she received for each failure did speed up her learning curve and after just a few sessions she was jogging for half an hour without incident. Then they gave her higher heels, starting the process again.
After her runs she was fixed to a special machine that kept her head up and hands next to it, locked into wooden stocks. The stocks were attached to two vertical poles on both sides of Monica, but were not fixed and could slide up and down the poles. Her legs were kept spread out to the bases of the poles with chains and cuffs. She would then do squats onto the dildo mounted on a short pole between her legs, sometimes driving it into her cunt and other times up her ass. Every exercise session was monitored by one of her masters, always berating her with awful insults as she sweated and strained.
That was just a small part of mama slave’s day; most of her time was spent in severe bondage, usually designed so they could fuck her every hole while totally helpless. She was fed by hand and made to beg for every scrap of food she received. This was humiliating enough, but not nearly as much as learning to piss and shit with an audience and never in a toilet. She was grateful when she could use a bucket, too often they would make her pee in a cup and then pour it over her head, or worse, make her drink it.
There was no aspect of her life that was not designed to humiliate and degrade her. Their verbal taunts increased her own self-doubt, and started to make her believe she was truly worthless. The fact that their insults were juxtaposed with them forcing terribly powerful orgasms from her body reinforced her new view of herself. During the first two weeks of her captivity her old self retreated into the recesses of her mind, as all her conscious attention was focused on the constant stimulation she underwent.
While her daughters were being guided into specific roles in the way they were being trained, Monica was left in an utter state of confusion. While Katia extolled the virtues of slavery to Meg and the brothers’ trained Maria to be a true animal, Monica had nothing to focus her mind on and it was affecting her sanity. She was never spoken to, unless being ordered to perform a function or berated for her ineptitude. She was like a toy, used for their pleasure without a word of encouragement or even acknowledgement.
She had no idea Sam was simply peeling away her past life and leaving her an empty vessel. He saw her girls as young and malleable, which is why their training started immediately. Their lives had yet to really start, while Monica’s had to be erased. By leaving her no purpose or meaning for her life, he left her in the pit of her despair. Soon he would reach down and pluck her up, offering her a new purpose in life. Then she could truly become his slave, looking to serve him in any way he desired.
After nearly two weeks, with her daughters’ training progressing well and Monica nearly lost in despair, he started the rebuilding process. She had just finished a grueling exercise session, jogging in six-inch heels now and having to do her squats on a U shaped dildo, plundering both her holes at once. He had moved her equipment out to the lawn behind his patio so she would sweat and tan at the same time. She stood there in her stocks dripping from perspiration after he ordered her to stop. The only thing on her mind was bracing for the cold water hosing she was about to receive, like she did after every exercise session.
But instead, Sam walked up to face her and said, “Would you like to take a real shower, with hot water?”
The shock was clearly painted across her face as her mind reeled. He actually asked her if she wanted something! Was it another cruel trick? None of that mattered as she said, “Yes if it pleases you master!” a glimmer of hope in her voice, which was not lost on Sam.
“Yes, I think we will shower together and you will learn to bathe me properly,” came his reply as he released her from the stocks.
She replied, “Thank you master,” falling to her knees once she was released and kissing his feet in gratitude.
He allowed her to grovel for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of his new slave’s kneeling form. Then he led her to his bath, letting her walk beside him, devoid of any bondage. Monica was elated, for the first time since that first sexual romp with Sam he wa
s actually not abusing her in some way. The thought of a nice hot shower was all she could think about and when they arrived in his large private bath, she was shocked by the opulence of it.
He ordered her to undress him and she was happy to comply, getting hotter by the moment as she stripped away his clothes. The constant sexual aspect of her training had primed her like a Pavlovian dog; his naked body making her sex pulse with anticipation. Despite her recent descent into self-loathing, her sex drive was still in control and now it was in high gear.
After he was naked, he led her into the large shower that could accommodate half a dozen people. He sprayed her down with the shower hose, rinsing the sweat and dirt off her body with the warm water. Then he turned it on himself and after getting wet, gave her specific instructions as she washed him. He would swat her ass or tits when she did anything wrong, and soon enough she finished bathing him.
Then he stood back and gave her more directions, and watched as she washed herself. He noted that she had lost at least ten pounds and her body was more sculpted thanks to her exercise program. When she was done, he handed her a towel and allowed her to dry him off, then gave her another one to dry herself. After she had combed out her long blonde hair, truly clean for the first time in weeks, they returned to his room.
She felt clean and fresh, but the itch in her pussy was raging unabated. She felt like a slut, only able to think about feeling his marvelous cock inside her. He sat in a chair and ordered her to knee between his legs, which she gladly did, staring at his beautiful erection. He could see the hunger in her eyes, and knew that despite his cruel treatment, she was eager to have it.