“Turn your back to the door, and put your wrists behind you,” Master Thomas ordered.
Hannah shuffled around on her knees and did as he asked. She heard the door open, and he reached in to lock her arms together. “Out. It’s time for breakfast.”
Hannah turned and scooted out of her cage, and crawled on her knees to where Mistress Sarah had laid her bowls. She was disappointed Master Jeremy had not taken her to pee first, and she glanced up at him, hoping to remind him and that he would not forget. She silently lowered to her breakfast, and lapped and shoveled until the cold mess was finished. When she rose, Master Jeremy reached for her arm and they noticed a brief flash of appreciation in her eyes.
The stench was rank at this point, as she squatted and peed through the filthy underwear and stockings. She felt her bowels cramping, and she looked helplessly around the space and whined. “Later, little slut. You have not earned that yet,” he said softly.
When they returned to the main part of the room, Master Thomas was standing by Mistress Sarah. She was sitting on a chair with a strange look in her eyes that made Hannah nervously clench her hands. Master Jeremy kept leading her until she was standing in front of her, and Master Thomas pushed on her shoulder, indicating she should kneel.
Mistress Sarah opened her robe, and Hannah stared at a hairless pussy, with a gold ring half buried in wrinkled folds. She whined and began shuffling backwards until she was stopped by Master Thomas’ legs. “You need to shit and be bathed, slut, and nothing is free. Everything in your world has to be earned, now. Your little coy, taunting games have ended. Your selfish demands are finished.”
Hannah felt Master Thomas’ fingers brushing through her stringy hair, while Master Jeremy took a seat in a chair next to Mistress Sarah. She was still exposed to her, and now used her old hands to spread herself wider. Hannah shook her head, and Master Thomas pushed her forward. Mistress Sarah wrapped surprisingly strong thighs around her head and pulled her into her gaping cleft, still held wide by her fingers. Hannah smelled her as her nose and mouth were pulled into the soft moistness and locked into place with the thighs.
Sarah worked her hair away from her eyes… Master Thomas was right, of course, the hair would have to be tied back… and she said, “I can still put in two hours on the treadmill, and can lift fifty pounds with each leg. We will stay like this, until you follow the Masters’ orders, slut.” The words made her feel powerful, and both Sarah and the girl recognized the leaking juices.
It took five minutes for the humiliating tears to swim in the green eyes, and Sarah quivered at the first sweep of her tongue. “Inside me, slut, and then lick my clit. It will be better when you can suck me… but, that will be up to the Masters to decide.”
Hannah trembled and the tears made muddy paths down her cheeks as she lapped and probed. When the woman’s thighs tightened, she tried to pull back, but it was too late and a gushing cream covered her lips and chin. “Clean me, and yourself, and I’ll let go,” Sarah panted.
The girl sobbed as her tongue finally lapped at the musky juices, and she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide when the thighs finally loosened. Master Thomas was behind her again, stroking her hair. “Sarah, she needs much more practice to learn this. I want her to do this before she is fed her meals.”
“Yes, Master Thomas.” Sarah reached out for the girl’s chin. “I’m sure you can learn to please me. Can’t you, slut?”
Hannah sobbed, and everyone noted that she did not nod her head. All three of them led the shaking girl back to the washing area, and Thomas peeled her reeking garments from her. Jeremy pushed her down to the hole in the floor that served as a drain and, ever fascinated with bottoms, he spread her cheeks and stroked her crevice.
Hannah’s sobs turned into whimpering mewls, as she realized they meant to watch her. Sarah busied herself preparing the washing items, while the Masters witnessed the ultimate degradation of the girl. She was crying as they pulled her up.
She stood with her legs spread over the drain, as Master Thomas had ordered, while Mistress Sarah washed her hair, and soaped her twice with a large sponge. When all the suds were washed away, Hannah blushed, realizing she felt even more naked now that she was clean.
She was led to the metal table by the wall, and Master Thomas circled her waist with his hands and lifted her up. Hannah was being constantly reminded of how strong the man was. He pushed her onto her back, onto her bound arms, and began belting her neck, chest and hips to the table. She quivered and whined when he spread her legs and secured her ankles, and strained her thighs in a futile attempt to hide her sex from them.
Thomas pinched her nipple until she squealed. “Lay still, slut.” The pain was excruciating, and she sobbed furiously as she tried to relax her thighs, spreading herself fully for the three people staring at her.
When Jeremy approached with the razor, she strained her thighs and managed to slightly buck her hips. Thomas’ fingers immediately found her nipple again, and Hannah thought he was tearing it off of her. “Oh… oh… et oh, eeese… I’ll ee oood… eeese,” Hannah screamed.
Thomas glared at her, and Hannah cringed through her tears at the angry dark gaze. “You’ll be good?” He squeezed until she shrieked again and nodded frantically. “Keep those legs spread for your grooming, slut.” He saw the resistance let go in her legs, and removed his hand. The girl sobbed, but she kept her pussy spread while Jeremy shaved her. She screamed again, when the depilatory burned into the freshly sheared lips, but she kept her thighs open while Thomas stroked her drying hair.
After the ointment was washed off, Jeremy caressed the bared mound. “Thomas? I think she has earned it. She did stay still for the depilatory, and remember how Sarah said it burned.”
“The slut was cruising for it when I found her, so I think it’s best or she won’t concentrate on her lessons,” Thomas agreed. He looked down at her miserable expression. “Keep those thighs spread, girl.”
Hannah wondered what else they could do to her. Her fatty lips were as bare as they had been when she was ten, and there was no way to hide herself from their lecherous gaze. Oh, how her eyes got huge when a slender finger stroked her cleft. Her knees tried to snap together, and she looked piteously up at Master Thomas and shook her head. “Lay still, slut.”
Hannah cried, and twice more while Master Jeremy stroked her… coaxed her… her thighs strained to close. She wailed and pleaded in garbled nonsense to Master Thomas. Her channel was throbbing with the expert manipulations, stroking, caressing, and lightly plunging in obscene tenderness. When the focus was on her clit, when the little hood was rubbed back and a frenzy of motion wiggled her, she wailed and her bottom clenched her up a few inches as her hips pumped against the belt strapping her to the table.
She felt her orgasmic juices tickle her ass while they dripped to the metal surface, and she was hitching sobs of embarrassment. “Remember, slut. Nothing is free… everything in your world must be earned.”
Hannah continued to cry while Mistress Sarah brushed and braided her hair. Master Thomas led her back to the horrible chain, and her attempt at rising to her toes did not fool them as Master Jeremy chuckled and lifted her by her stretched arms until her feet left the floor, frantically stretching for purchase until he lowered her just enough to keep her in the stressed position.
When the men returned hours later, she eagerly lifted her head and worked them to orgasm, gushing a sigh when she was let down. Mistress Sarah waited, spread open on the chair with the feed bowls on the ground beside her. Hannah looked up at Master Thomas and whined.
Thomas looked into the fresh cleaned face and green eyes looking up at him with hope. Calming her with his thumb down her cheek, he said, “Do a good job, and we’ll take the ring out of your mouth.”
Hannah took dragging steps towards Mistress Sarah. They were going to make her do this disgusting thing to the old woman anyway, and her jaws were aching from the rubber device. She slowly sank to her knees, sighed and reached
out with her tongue.
When Sarah had finished squeezing out her orgasm, Hannah looked up at Master Thomas, her face still shiny with the cream she could not reach to lap with her tongue. “You will acknowledge us as your Masters and Mistress. Other than that, there will be silence.” Hannah nodded eagerly. “Need I tell you the penalty for biting?” Hannah shook her head with equal enthusiasm.
She stood still while Master Thomas hooked his finger in to pull out the ring, and she closed her mouth for the first time in days. Master Thomas pushed her towards her bowls and she knelt to eat, swaying herself so that her braid plopped onto her back. Oh god… it was so much easier to eat without the ring.
When she was secured to the treadmill, she was pleased to see how much easier it was to suck the water from the bottle, and she could finally catch a full breath without having to hold the nipple in her mouth all the time. She was nervous about taking Master Jeremy in her mouth, but being able to suck got it over with much quicker.
It was not until Master Thomas needed to be serviced that she was scared. If he choked her with his cock, she was afraid her jaws would clench together. She stared at his rod, and her eyes filled. “Do you need the ring, slut?” Thomas wondered how she would handle this, and he was not too keen on using his cock as a training device. Hannah thought through her options, and she was terrified she might bite… even though she would not mean to. She finally nodded, and opened her mouth for the device to be inserted, and she was relieved that he removed it again, after she was finished.
That night, when she was locked in her cage, her hands once again free because she had managed to lick Mistress Sarah before dinner without balking too much, Master Thomas knelt down with a large rubber penis in his hand. It was about the same size as his cock. “In the morning, I want to see you put this down your throat.” Her hand trembled when she took the obscene model from him. “Say, ‘Yes, Master Thomas’.”
Hannah stared at him, mutely for a moment, and then quietly said, “Yes, Master Thomas.” A few minutes later she was plunged into darkness.
They watched her in the dark, finally reaching her tongue to the dildo. Jeremy turned up the speaker, and they quivered with her soft crying. “I can’t. Oh, god… I can’t do this.” Now, the crown disappeared and bulged her cheeks. She pushed a little further, and her belly contracted in a retch. Hannah quickly pulled it out and sobbed. “I can’t do this. He has to know it’s not my fault. My stomach won’t let me.” Again, she pushed it back in.
It went on like that for half an hour, and the girl looked miserably frightened. “Okay… okay…” she worked herself up, and the trio on the bed stared in fascination as she plunged the whole length in, throwing her head back to loosen her throat, and gripping the bars of the cage. She held it, despite the retching of her stomach for ten seconds, and then pulled it out with a gasp. “Okay… okay… I don’t think I scraped it.” Her fingers ran up and down the mold, and she kept practicing until the cramping calmed a little, and she finally lay down to sleep with the dildo wrapped in her fist.
For a week, it went on like this. Mistress Sarah would wash her after Master Jeremy spread her so they could watch her relieve herself. Very few hairs sprouted on her labia with the continual applications of the burning depilatory, and after a few days she began to turn her head and squeeze her eyes closed while she tried to keep her quivering thighs spread, and Master Jeremy played with her until she climaxed. Out of everything they had done to her… or had her do to them… her own forced orgasms were the most humiliating. To her confused mind, it seemed as though her body was defying her by insinuating she derived pleasure from the touch of the crazy man’s attentions. By the fifth day, her pussy lubricated automatically when Master Jeremy approached her nude lips.
Her stomach still buckled once in a while when Master Thomas shoved his cock all the way in, but she concentrated on forcing her jaws open, and had not been punished since the second day. Mistress Sarah stroked her head, and smiled after Hannah had finished licking her. It was gross, but she could handle it. She had even learned to let her mind wander when her arms or toes hurt too badly from the strapado, or her bladder felt like it would burst.
The routine was predictable and she was not quite as afraid, as the only change seemed to be the increase in the treadmill workout. Hannah decided it would be a good idea to strengthen her legs anyway, in case she got a chance to escape. It bothered her not to use her arms, and she wondered what she would have to learn to earn the use of them again. She found out at the beginning of her second week.
Master Jeremy had not masturbated her that morning, so she was already aware that something was going to be different, and that made her very nervous. She was not sure if she was being punished or if the Masters were going to teach her something new. Just in case, she went out of her way to do a good job with Mistress Sarah, and the woman had even gasped and pushed on the back of Hannah’s head this time, so she knew she had done well.
She was kneeling in front of Master Thomas, so scared she was beginning to tremble. “It’s time for a new lesson, slut.”
Over the course of the week, Hannah discovered that when she had learned enough lessons… when she was a good enough slut… she could be a pet. She hated being called a slut. “Yes, Master Thomas.”
There was a slight quiver in her voice, but she did not hesitate to follow him over to a padded beam. “Bend over the beam, and look at Mistress Sarah.”
“Yes, Master Thomas.” Hannah folded over the padding, her braid flipped onto the floor, and she looked at an upside down view of the Mistress. So far, no one had fucked anything but her mouth, and she wondered if that was to be the lesson.
She shifted her eyes away from the Mistress when Master Thomas spread her legs and buckled her ankles into cuffs. He linked them to the legs of the beam, and when she glanced at the Mistress again, she touched her eyes and smiled, reminding Hannah to keep her focus on her and not on Master Thomas. Hannah appreciated that the Mistress had not told on her and gotten her punished.
Her wrist cuffs were unhooked, and Master Jeremy sat down on the floor by her side. He latched them under the beam in front of her bare pussy, spread her lips, and Hannah’s bottom tightened when he began to stroke. She immediately moistened, after a week’s worth of conditioning to his touch.
He stood without finishing, and while Hannah continued to watch the Mistress, the Mistress watched the shining hole squeezing slick, shining juice, in preparation for the abandoned orgasm. Master Jeremy had left her horny and she was a little pissed off he had not finished it.
Master Thomas’ knees blocked her vision of the Mistress, and Hannah trembled when his big hand caressed her bottom. Maybe he would help her climax… he never had before… but, maybe, this was the new lesson. His rubbing was making her itch with need, and she rotated her bottom against his hand. When his finger stroked through her cream, she almost begged him to finish her, but instead, he stopped, leaving her even more frustrated.
Hannah gasped when the tail of a whip, dropped onto the floor by Master Thomas’ foot. “I want you to count the strikes, slut. You will say, ‘One, Master Thomas’… and count them all, until your little cunt climaxes. Use your hands, slut. This is not punishment, and you will learn to look forward to your orgasm.”
For the first time in a few days, Hannah’s eyes filled and she shivered. She was scared of being whipped because she remembered the ash branch her daddy used when she was little. It burned and hurt for days. How could she forget about the whip and try to make herself feel aroused if he was going to make her count?
He stepped back until she could see all of him, and her upside down view showed her bulging bronze muscles on his tanned chest. She had never seen him with his shirt off before, and even though she liked guys her own age, the Master was very handsome. His arm drew back and Hannah’s bottom tightened. She heard the Mistress say, “It’s easier if you try to relax, slut.”
Her sister used to tell her that when dadd
y whipped them, but Hannah never could manage to keep from tightening up. The whip cracked forward across her bottom, and in a second she rose to her toes. “Owww… owww,” she screamed.
“Count for me, slut.”
“One, Master Thomas… it hurts,” she wailed.
“Just count, slut, and get busy with your cunt, or you’ll be in for a long morning.”
Hannah was crying, and she sobbed when his arm drew back again, shrieking at the burning across the crease of her thighs. “Two, Master Thomas… please, it hurts so badly.”
She was aware of Master Jeremy sitting beside her again, and his bony fingers pushed two of hers into her slit, underneath his. “Count, slut. Count for Master Thomas.”
“Master Jeremy, it hurts,” she bawled, but already his coaxing had her aroused again.
“Don’t complain, slut. Master Thomas is letting you cum instead of just whipping you, so you do as he ordered.”
“Yes, Master Jeremy,” she sobbed.
Jeremy realized that once more, the girl’s aversion to pain was stalling her progress, and before she became hysterical he decided to step in and help her through the initial adjustment. Thomas had stopped lashing until the pink folds began to glisten again, and he drew back the whip.
“Oh… oh…” She stretched on her toes as the pink blossomed across her ass. “Oh… three, Master Thomas.” Master Jeremy continued to coax and press her fingers, and by the sixth count, she exploded in climax. She hung limp and wasted over the bar, with cream drooling down her thigh below her striped bottom, and sobbing mournfully.
Thomas was stiff to bursting, and he lifted her chin without detaching her from the beam, thrust down her throat in rocking motions and said, “You’ll learn, slut. Just like your other lessons, we’ll practice everyday until you learn.” The tightening of her throat with her sob felt delightful.
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