Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
25. Morning Is Broken...and so
None of the girls got much in the way of sleep that night, each
movement to correct or ease the strain of their positions snapping
them wide awake. Jessanns perch seemed to dig deeper and deeper into
her cunts, spreading the lips painfully. Her arms grew weary within
their bindings, soft whimpers fell sweetly from her lips, a caged bird
in a not so gilded cage. During the moments she was awake she promised
anything, to bear anything, to never shame her Master again, but the
words fell only upon the ears of the other tortured slaves.
NuBaby writhed upon the stake and spiked dildo that cleaved her flesh,
her arms and shoulders screaming and burning, there was little on the
girl that did not hurt from her use during the day. She had been
grateful that her feet had been spared any torment, but now braced,
trying to hold her weight up, the dowels imprinted themselves in the
arches. During the night, she had slept only 30 minutes at most, and
her mind and body were exhausted. More than the residual pain however,
NuBabys mind was drawn back over and over to the pain in her distended
belly from the water, and the ever growing need she had to pee. A need
no longer in her control, but subject to the clamped catheter. If Tony
had walked in at that very second she would have begged for the chance
to relieve herself...instead she could only hang and suffer.
Karen would have traded places with either of them, her body curved in
a low slung circle strained her back muscles. Her tits dripped blood
to the floor beneath her where her weight had pressed the spikes into
the tender flesh. Karen's mind in its coherent moments wondered more
about herself and the growing need within her. She was thirsty, but
did not crave water or even coffee, growing hungry and began to think
fondly of her food dish and the canned food it held, thought not of
the bathroom, but of the joy of being walked by Tom or Mary. Sharply
she pulled her mind away, she was a college educated, working
woman...but...the way they made her clit feel, the thrill that ran
through her flesh when they praised her.... Slowly she drifted in and
out of sleep, unaware that Mary's training techniques were robbing her
of her volition, teaching her that pleasing them was more important
than anything else in her life, more that it was the soul focal point
for her own pleasure.
Tom and Mary had talked as they prepared for bed...deciding the girls
fate. "She brought me her selection Mary, the heaviest crop we own and
parted herself for the touch from it. She voluntarily sought my
piss...What more proof do we need that she is ours?" "I understand
that Tom, and she has made remarkable progress...but no more than we
could expect from any masochist or sub anywhere. She is going to have
to beg for the ultimate sign of ownership. Right now sleep and rest
and she could well slip right back through our fingers...jumping the
plane back home and never looking back." "But will she know what she
needs to do?...Hell I'm not even sure what you want from her Mary."
"If you insist on rushing it, I will set it up in the morning,
but...we could lose." Tom climbed into bed with his wife and held
her...both of them lost in thought. "She has to chose Tom, I'm sorry,
but it is the only time if she does chose us she will be allowed
to...it has to be of her own free will." "I am sure you are right
dear, you always are." Tom pulled his wife close and snuggled them
both to sleep.
Morning came too soon for the resting sadist and not nearly soon
enough for the exhausted tormented slave flesh in the playroom. With
little sound the four stood in the doorway and watched their slaves in
their beds. Jessann slumped in her cage, a rictus of pain on her face.
Both NuBaby and Karen hung limp, barely aware of their surroundings.
"GOOD MORNING Bitches! I trust you have rested well through the
night?" Mary's chipper voice snapped them awake and she was met with a
chorus of groans, moans and whimpers. Enjoying the first cup of coffee
for the day, they entered the room and wandered over to their toys.
Mary's hand tickled and trailed in the blood on Karen's breasts as she
sipped. Bear finished his in one gulp and set about releasing
Jessanns cunt from the perch. "There now you can use the cage like the
feather head you are." Jessann shivered, the pain in her groin making
her fear what she needed to do....finally tentatively she released her
urine, splattering the paper below. A blush rushed over her chest and
face as her Master watched what she had once thought of as a private
function. "HAH! No you look like Robin Red Breast...maybe you should
sing for your supper!"
Tony saw the look of avarice that NuBaby gave his cup of coffee. She
could smell the aroma drifting to her, and drooled. It had been over
24 hours since her last cup. Smiling he held the cup up to her braced
mouth tilting it so that the girl had some hope that she would get a
sip of the heavenly brew. She did not care that she would not be able
to fully enjoy it, but GOD IT SMELLS SOOOOOOOOOOO
GOOOOOOOOOOD.....Tony's eyes flicked and he spilled a splash of the
hot brew onto her chest. Her scream of outrage and pain as she
squirmed on the impaling spike made his smile...she would learn that
he Master treated her well at his whim. Finally he reached up and
began to release her, one arm supporting her, but allowing her to drop
an inch for his fun. Dropping her to the floor, he kicked her over on
her back and pressed his foot down on her bladder. "Well bitch ready
to give in? I really don't care if you do, I like having you fight
back....It will make it that much more fun when you finally learn your
place. NuBaby fought his weight on her bladder, her eyes closed in
pain as it felt like her bladder would rupture under the pressure.
"Tell me little Sureibu....do you NEED to go to the bathroom? Grind
against my foot for yes." Nu could take no more, her body having had
no rest, poor food, and foul messes only to drink, save the water
overfilling her bladder now, ground against the foot pinning her.
"Good slut, then present your ass to me for fucking and I will think
about letting you piss." He lifted his foot and waited for a moment,
then pressed back down on the bladder harder. "Not ready yet bitch?"
Nu's screams ripped from her throat....and she ground herself upward
against his shoe. He lifted it again and she rolled as quickly as she
could to her swollen gut, and then fought to rise to her knees.
Finally she was spread open for his rape of her ass, but she was not
prepared for the pain that washed over her. Tony had dismounted the
spiked dildo and rammed it fully into her ass with one push. The girl
shook with the pain as she was forced from the room and towards the
bathroom.
Mary and Tom helped Karen down, their hands stroking and soothing the
girls tormented muscles and flesh. Gently they eased to pain from
them and Mary checked the punctures from the spikes. Satisfied that
the slave was basically sound they clipped her leash on and led her
from the room on her hands and knees...to be walked down to the pen.
They kept up a running chatter as they walked her...allowing her to
move slowly and work the kinks out of her muscles. Karen's mind
buzzed, enjoying the early morning cool air and the gentle dew upon
the lawn as she followed them down. Reaching the pen they let her
loose inside and watched as she relieved herself. Tom took care of the
necessary cleaning, and removing her from the pen, led her down to the
stream. "Go take a swim girl...good bitch." Karen hesitated as they
removed the collar and leash. She had not been without the weight in a
week and it felt strange. "Go on bitch...its ok...go swimming."
Fearing a trick but looking at the merrily babbling stream, Karen
edged into the chilled water and began to relax as it flowed over her
tenderized flesh. Tom and Mary laughed at the confusion on the girls
face as she swam into the middle of the stream. Stripping off their
own clothing they both dived into the rapidly rushing water and swam
over to Karen. Gently they teased her into playing, splashing her and
dunking each other. The girl never dared to look up at them, but dove
under and licked at their groins, and pulled at their legs in play.
Time passed and they grew tired and chilled. Mary nodded to Tom, Tony
should have things set up by now. It was time. The girls was relaxed
and refreshed...
Tony had been busy indeed. After relieving his cunt of her water and
bathing her....he chained her to the steel table in the kitchen and
set about fulfilling Mary's orders. NuBaby could smell the breakfast
cooking, bacon and ham, cheese omelets and fresh powder biscuits. Her
stomach rumbled and protested its emptiness..but she held out little
hope for so much as a crumb of proper food. All of the tantalizing
smells tormented her as she knelt chained out of the way. Tony left
the kitchen for a few minutes, and Nu looked up at the table...with a
bit of maneuvering she could see over the top....there...almost within
reach was a plate bearing crisp smoked bacon. Maybe...maybe she could
tease it within reach...she knew she could not chew it, but with work
she could get it down her belly. She strained, pushing her shoulder
into the tables brace and scrabbled on the top with her
fingers....almost...almost....yes...a little bit....The door swung
open ad Tony entered. His eyes caught her fingers touching the food.
Moving swiftly around the table he ripped her head back in
anger..."SLUT! FUCKING WHORE! YOU DARE FUCKING STEAL FOOD?" NuBaby
cried out in his grasp and struggled. His hand slammed against the top
of her head snapping it backwards. "You want your breakfast so bad you
can't wait for your betters to eat SLUT? Fine...I'll give it to you."
Dropping her hair he moved over to the stove and she could hear the
clanking of pots and pans. Oh SHIT...I've done it now...he's gonna
kill me...I didn't even get to taste it. The girl looked up in fear as
the big man came back around the table. Her eyes took in the cold fury
on his face and she prayed for a quick death.
Tony had been planning on feeding her at least one decent meal today,
he had not wanted her to become too weak for him to play with. But he
was angry now, she had tried to steal food. She would learn right now
that unless he gave it to her, she was not to touch it. Gripping her
hair he pulled her head back so that her open clamped mouth pointed
straight up. Slowly he tilted the bowl he held a little off center of
her mouth. Nu's eyes widened then shut in fear, she would not escape
was she saw pouring toward her mouth. Slowly the heated glop edged
from the bowl, a mix of bacon fat, coffee grounds, ground egg shells
and raw egg. Inexorably it stretched and then glopped into the girl
mouth filling it and running down her chin to drip on her tits. NuBaby
struggled in his grip but could not move an inch from under the bowl
that threatened to choke her. Her stomach wretched as the noxious
mixture forced its way down her throat. Finally the bowl was empty and
Tony dropped her head. Retching NuBaby lay with her body curled around
her filth strewn body, she had gotten her coffee and bacon and eggs,
but vowed that if she got out of this alive...she would NEVER touch
them again.
Tony calmed down and carried the food from the room, leaving his toy
to suffer alone. He knew that Mary and Tom would be bringing Karen
back shortly and he needed to have everything ready. Karen was
confused, they had left the collar and leash off her, and only
commanded her to heel behind them as they meandered back toward the
house. She wondered if she had done something wrong, offended them in
some way...she was scared that now that they had given her the need
for what they used her for she would be sent from them. Back to
loneliness, and emptiness.
Tom and Mary led her around to the basement door and opened it,
ushering her inside, they looked once at each other....The test was
here...
The basement was lit brightly, upon a platform rested Karen's luggage
open, on a low table sat breakfast and four chairs. on the floor by
the table stood her food bowl. Bear and Jessann were there...Jessanns
head resting against her Masters lap. He had taken the time to rouge
her tits a bright red and bedeck her in grayish black feathers....he
had named her a robin for the day and she reflected it in her finery.
Not so flashy as the peacock feathers she had worn for the party, but
the red of her tits drew the eyes to them like a target. To the right
of the platform stood a brazier with a rod sticking out of it. Karen
could see the heat rising off of the coals within. A low log had been
placed next to it, with rings set for binding a slave. On the floor in
front of it all was a silver colored metal collar. Karen looked around
in confusion and fear. "Choose Karen...it is the only choice you will
make...stay or go." Mary's voice was soft in the room. Karen looked to
her bowl, and the table, crawled to her luggage to and stroked the
soft fabrics there, her toiletries....stay or go...they want me, but
can i take this life...OH God i need this ...i need the pain, they
have taught me to feel, to fear, to desire...but...but i have a
life...a job, an apartment...freedom... She looked at the
brazier...they mean to brand me if i stay....please...no...i won't be
able to stand it...if they send me away later....oh god i will be
marked for life...but...i can't leave...there is nothing for me back
there...
Tom and Mary watched the girl, they could see the play of emotions and
fear on her face...the way her fingers lingered over the
dresses...things that if she stayed she would wear only to amuse
them...Mary's hand stole into Toms. Bear watched this was a moment and
test that few ever passed voluntarily. He knew the girl would be
committing herself to a lifetime of hell and degradation if she chose
to stay...was the need strong enough in her? The air stood still in
the room. With longing Karen looked at the table of food, knowing her
fare would be canine...the clothes that called her...bubble baths,
instead of scrubbings and enemas, bathrooms and privacy, work and
lonely evenings in front of the TV or computer...instead of pain and
piss, serving as the lowest of all creatures.
Tentatively she moved toward the collar...to recoil back towards her
clothes and old life....her body locked in war with herself. Mundane
or mutilation, dress or degradation, self or slavery. Finally her hand
reached outward and she chose, her body shaking with the tension and
choice.
Turning she raised the collar to Mary and Tom.
