Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
65. So Now I'm Praying For The End Of Time
Mercie watched the silent woman as she loaded her stuff into a car.
She had very little with her and the woman seemed to be traveling
light. The situation was a bit frightening to her. She had spent the
night in the woman's arms, her first taste of sex with a woman, and it
had been new, frightening, painful, but somehow...exciting and
delicious as well. Her head turned to look back at the tent that she
had shared with Skruffy...he was standing in the doorway, looking down
at the sheath of travelers checks in his hands. It had all happened
way to fast for either of them to comprehend...one minute she had
belonged to Skruffy the next she had changed owners. Duggan finished
loading the car and escorted the quiet girl around to the front
passenger seat. Once she made sure that the girl was fastened in, she
approached the drivers seat and started the car. Nothing had been said
between them since Duggan had ordered her to get her things together.
Silence prevailed as she steered the car out of the parking lot and
the park , back onto the freeway. Mercie tried to watch both the woman
driving and the road, she had no idea where she was going and her
fate, she only prayed that the woman would be a more considerate Owner
of her, recognizing her fears and not using them against her. Duggan
said nothing, concentrating on the traffic. She was not comfortable in
American cars and the traffic kept her attention focused fully. She
had been impulsive in the purchase of the slave, spending far more
than she would have normally, but she had not liked the way the man
was treating her. She could see and taste the fear in the girl, her
blood had been tart with a copper tang of adrenaline last night. Now
she was not quite sure what she was going to do wit her. She would
need to get her a passport and possibly a visa...or maybe....Duggan
took a moment to glance at the girl....yes...it could be
arranged...she would smuggle her into England, no trace, no I.D., she
would not try to escape and no one would find her if they were
looking. She steered carefully as they entered the city of LA and
turned towards her hotel.
Gene carefully measured out the mix of oatmeal and ground beef, adding
a bit of honey to the mix before sprinkling in a dose of Zoloft ground
to powder. He knew that all of the fight had not gone out of Grimli,
and did not intend to break the slaves spirit, but he had to learn to
be obedient. Neither he nor Eisanna were into having to constantly
fight a slave every step of the way...and to sell him off to a brutal
Owner would be a waste of prime slave flesh. The Zoloft would do
little more than even out his mood, make him a bit more tractable.
Setting the feed bag down to cool, Gene checked the suspension
harness....everything up to snuff, he turned and went back for the
slave. Grimli lay in the cool dirt where he had been left. Hobbled and
chained there was little he could have done to escape and the dirt
felt good against his sunburned flesh. Snapping a lead to the cock
ring, Gene unhobbled his feet and tapped his dark red flesh with the
whip to get him moving and on his feet. With a glare from his storm
grey eyes, grimli lurched to his feet. He thought about trying to yank
the lead from Genes hands and make a run for it, but the stiffness and
weakness of his muscles told him he would not get far. It was an angry
and sullen slave that followed Gene into the barn. Gene led the slave
to the stall he had prepared and Grimli got the first look at the
harness that awaited him. NO!!!!!!!...despite the lead to his cock he
lunged backwards only to be met with excruciating pain that brought
him to his knees . Gene sighed and applied the tip of the whip,
rebellion would not be tolerated. With careful pulls on the lead and
snaps of the whip to the burned flesh Gene drove Grimli into the
stall. There was no escape for the man. Snagging the lead to a high
hook, that kept Grimli struggling on his toes to keep from tearing his
cock, Gene began to fasten the suspension harness in place. Soon
Grimli found him self bound, his hands freed of his cock but secured
instead to rings set in the floor. It was the work of moments to raise
the slave until his body swung free facing down, the bonds on his
wrists taut. Grimli still had his legs and he intended to use them, he
was not happy about his position and the leather harness chaffed at
the sunburned flesh. Gene was prepared though, he knew the slave would
kick and grabbed the foot as it tried to connect with his flesh.
Powerful arms brought the leg under control as he fastened a manacle
to it. Dropping the leg he secured it wide to the corner of the stall
and stepping over the chain nailed the other leg before Grimli could
respond. Secured, Grimli was helpless...he could buck in the harness
but the only one he hurt was himself. Gene picked up the feed bucket
and his favorite riding crop. "Now we can do this the easy way or the
hard way, it doesn't matter to me." Gene faced the glare from the
slave calmly. His hand dipping into the food and offering it to the
bitted mouth. Grimli pressed his lips stubbornly together...he wanted
the food...his stomach demanded it, it had been two days since he had
last eaten, but he was not going to eat from the mans hand. Gene shook
his head and slashed out with the crop slicing under grimli to hit the
dangling cock. Pain flared...searing the head of the newly pierced
flesh and Grimli retched, his mouth opening in a cry of pain, Gene
forced the food into his mouth. Rebellion struck again as Grimli
forced the food to spill from his mouth to the stall floor. He was not
going to make it that easy. Gene sighed and turned to pick up a black
hose. Grimli did not know what he was going to do with the hose, but
steeled himself for anything. Gene was determined...this battle was
going to end here and now. A clamp from his pocket took care of
Grimli's nose, tears springing to the slaves eyes in response to the
pain. Swiftly Gene unhooked the bit from the bridle...he would need
the clearance in the slaves mouth. Grimli promptly clenched his teeth
and breathed through his lips. Wrapping the reins tight about the
slaves throat Gene applied his weight, pulling them tighter and
tighter until Grimli was gasping for air, his face turning a dusky
blue. Soon the slaves mouth was wide open, his eyes bulging as he
struggled for air. Gene secured the reins and greased the hose,
forcing it between the slaves teeth to the back of his throat. One
handed he released the pressure on the rein and Grimli inhaled deep,
his lungs gulping for air, It was what Gene had waited for, as Grimli
sucked air into his lungs, Gene fed the hose down his throat,
carefully easing it in to the gullet. A roll of tape secured it to the
mans mouth and head and Gene released the clamp from his nose. "I told
you it was up to you..." Pushing a funnel into the end of the short
hose, Gene began to force the food down Grimli's throat. Gene added
water to the funnel to make the food wash down easier, and looking at
the rage in the slave, added another two doses of the Zoloft....for
his body weight, it would make him tranquil without over-dosing him.
He had hosed the slave down outside but now it was time to groom him
with the feeding done. Smoothly and efficiently he washed the slave
down again, sparing no part of his body. Running the hose into the
spread ass cheeks he forced the cold water high into the male and
allowed it to flush out the waste within to splash into the straw
below. He would leave the slave to handle his own liquid waste. Gene
well knew that one of the actions of the Zoloft was a loosening of the
bowels, and grinned as he forced a wide retaining plug into the males
ass.....Grimli's grunts of pain and protest did not slow his hand at
all. Gene was tired, but he could not allow the finishing touches to
go undone...it would not be fair to the slave to not complete the
lesson. Leaving the stall for a moment he returned bearing several
small weights and added them to the cock chain drawing cock and balls
painfully downward. Grimli squealed as his genitals were weighted, but
the Zoloft was already beginning to take effect. gene picked up the
whip again and began to methodically welt the slaves ass and back, his
aim accurate as he laid each welt along side the other on the
sunburned flesh. Carefully he whipped the inner thighs, the slave
first bucking in pain until the weights began to dance and swing, and
then forced himself to remain still no matter how bad the whip bit
into his flesh. Grimli's hands were the only things to move as his
back, ass and thighs were laid into by the whip, clenching and
unclenching until Gene was satisfied that he would remember the cost
of rebellion. Propping the whip in the corner, he left the slave to
hang during the night, and turned off the light. He did not see the
tears that welled up as he left, but Grimli allowed them to flow...he
had not meant to rebel, but had been startled awake, he did not
understand his own stubbornness that forced him to continue with the
actions...and wished he could control that streak. Miserable he fell
into a fitful sleep, the Zoloft working it's magic and pulling him
under to rest.
Rabidchia could see the exhaustion in her Mistress' face and body. She
had awakened refreshed to find her Miss gone, but figured that the
smartest thing she could do was wait where she had been left. Her body
still hurt deliciously and she had languished on the bed until DJ's
return. Quickly she rose and prepared a bath for DebiJean, urging her
Mistress into it to soak in the hot water. It was with tender care
that she bathed her, gently teasing the muscles into relaxing. A soft
sigh escaped DJ's lips as the girl ran the sponge over her flesh, this
was why she had slaves...not just for the torment of their flesh, but
also the sweetness of their care and love. Her mind turned back to
chuck...he had taken a lot for her in the short time she had owned
him, been stitched, whipped, dressed as a woman and forced into the
trunk of her car, anally raped in the men's room of a rest
stop...skinned and now un-manned. He was property, but still she was
amazed at the devotion in his eyes as she had comforted him, told him
that the loss did not matter. It constantly puzzled her, the devotion
of a slave who under any other circumstance save in this lifestyle
would be considered an abused human being. They would undergo almost
any pain..for just a kind touch. Her eyes sought Rabidchias
face...even this girl, who had come to her not as a purchase but as a
willing victim would go through hell, suffer any torment, and comeback
always wanting more, giving more. DebiJean found herself feeling
honored that so much was given her by her slaves, willingly.
Exhaustion still possessed her as she rose from the tub and allowed
Chia to dry her off. Weary she made it to the bed to lay down. Chuck
would sleep for a while and she would want to be there when he woke up
again, but she had to rest, she was drained. Gently chia eased her
Mistress to the pillows and picked up a bottle of sweet almond oil.
With reverence she began to massage the oils into her Mistress' flesh,
teasing the fatigue from the flesh of the woman she loved. As DebiJean
yielded to the touch and began to relax, chia brought her mouth to her
Mistresses flesh kissing and working her way lower until DJ began to
moan softly, her legs parting. Chia smiled...normally she would never
be so bold, but she could see how much her Miss needed this. Parting
the sweet flesh she began to lick and tease the tender walls and clit,
not seeking the grinding orgasm from her Miss that she normally would
but the slow shudder of gentle release. Her tongue delved deep into
the flesh, teasing forth the sweet musky flow of her Miss' nectar and
raced back to the tempting lit above. Each move slowly pulling her
nearer to passive surrender to the girls tongue, DebiJean was warmed
by the feeling of love and care she found in this slave. All too soon
that familiar warmth shuddered its way through her flesh, flooding the
girls probing tongue and lips as she came. Gently chia licked her Miss
dry and crawled up to lay beside her as she began to drift into sleep,
holding her gently against her breast. She would wait until DebiJean
was fully asleep and then rise...she knew her Miss would be hungry
when she awoke, and no one was going to prepare food for her save her
slave. She looked down at the head resting and snoring gently....this
was what it was about for her, service given in love......
Karen wept as she knelt on the floor, her mind and body had been in
torment most of the night and now day, with her asshole held open by
the speculum, each of the men had used it as a urinal, filling it
until it began to dribble from her ass and pool on the floor. She had
no way to clench shut, and knew that she would be punished for her
failure to hold as much as she was given. She could barely remember
anything save the flavor of the shit and piss paste that packed her
mouth, pressed and held in by the brank. Tom smiled down at the sight
of the slave, he so enjoyed her failure and humiliation. His hand
stroked his cock...he knew that the girl did not know he was watching
her and took a deep breath. "BITCH!!!! LOOK AT THE MESS
YOUMADE...Little Slut...Can't You Do Anything Right?!?!?!?!" Karen
jumped at the bellow from her Master, spilling even more from her ass,
desperately she tried to convey her shame, only to spill even more.
Tom smiled it was exactly the response he wanted from her.
Tony had heard the bellow and knew that it was time...Nubaby cringed
as he unhooked her from the cart and drag, led her to the play room,
she knew what was coming. Tony leaned down and unhooked Nu's tongue
from her nipple rings..."Clean the cunt out slut...and make it fast.
Don't keep Master Tom waiting." NuBaby crawled over without protest,
her tongue was parched, and this task would be less painful or odious
if done quickly. She knew that she would do it one way or the other,
and that her owner was perfectly capable of hurting her until she did
it whether she wanted to or not. With a whimper she placed her mouth
over the speculum and tried to sip. Neither Tom or Tony intended the
sluts to have this easy...Tom grabbed Karen's head and yanked it back
forcing her to kneel up as Tony pushed Nu into the piss pooled on the
floor and kicked her over. Karen's ass now vertical, poured its
contents into Nubaby's mouth, forcing the girl to swallow quickly
before it spilled out or she drowned. The warm piss washed over Nu's
tongue as Karen covered her face. Soon she was empty, the last drops
dripping into the amerasians mouth. Tom undid the brank pulling it
from her mouth, there was little of the noxious paste remaining most
had dissolved during the day and flushed down her throat as she
swallowed, But he forced her to licked the metal clean. Tears seeped
from Karen's eyes as she licked and brought a smile to Toms face. The
men then ordered the slaves to clean the floor, both girls licking up
the cold pooled piss as their owners stood over them. Tom smiled he
had one last thing he wanted to do to his slut before she was
rewarded. Nudging her over onto her back he kicked her legs apart. At
a nod from him Tony set Nubaby to servicing the girl, the ring in her
tongue painfully licking over the rings in Karen's cunt and snagging
them. Slowly the slave yielded to the touch, her cunt grinding back,
uncaring as the pain and pleasure Mixed. "What are you slut?" Karen's
rusty voice stammered and finally croaked out..."yyyyouuur sllave"
"And what were you today? What did you eat?""Youuur shit
MMastter..yyour ttttoilet." Karen's body writhed in the clutches of
Nu's tongue, so close to cumming, but the permission was not there,
the need burning her flesh, but blocked....Tom undid his pants..."and
knelt on the floor straddling the slaves head..."What do you want
slut...if you want to cum you will beg me for something.." He waited,
his bowels already pressing downwards..."Karen's mind roiled away from
it, but she needed to cum so badly, wanted to please him no matter
what...to make up for failing..."Pppplease Maaster...uuse meaaaaass
your shit slut..." tears raced down her cheeks her groin grinding hard
against NuBabys mouth in desperation. "Good girl...good girl....open
wide and cum for me when your mouth is full." karens mouth opened
wide, her mind retreating into the sensations below to avoid the
thought of what was coming. She did not think she would be able to
cum, if he did this, until the first warm mass forced it's way into
her mouth and her body rocked with the force of her cum....NuBaby held
onto the bucking hips for dear life, as Karen faded into oblivion."
My, My My....that was quite a performance Tom...very good." Mary stood
in the doorway clapping....she was proud of the slave they owned...and
of her husbands success in training her to this use.
