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Chapter Twelve
Harold was used to having an erection. Hell, his prick had been
virtually permanently rock hard ever since he had first begun to tame reluctant
young ladies. The rod that he currently sported was, however, something else.
He, alongside several other pet trainers, had witnessed Scully’s very first
fucking in captivity from the administration block via the CCTV cameras that
monitored activity in every room within the training complex. And the show that the slut had put on for
them as she had writhed and wriggled whilst impaled on the cock of the senior
shadow government figure who had taken advantage of his seniority to be the
first man to fuck her since she had been abducted had been truly awesome.
Every woman taken and tamed by the organisation that Harold worked for
was ‘persuaded’ to experience mind-blowing orgasms after some training, of
course, but the slutmaker couldn’t recall any of the previous several hundred
young ladies that he had ‘taken under his wing’ cumming so hard on just their
first full day of training. No, Rusty the new slut was something very special,
Harold thought to himself, and it was time to treat himself.
When he had stripped the little redheaded sex monkey for the very first
time Harold had sworn to himself that he would be the one to give the slut her
first assfucking and, as the cameras revealed that her rapist had dressed
himself and left the room, without so much as a word to his now defeated
victim, he decided that there was no time like the present. “After all,” he
thought to himself. “We don’t want to run the risk of some other bigwig coming
in here and claiming that prize for himself, now do
we?” Throwing certain essential items into a holdall,
therefore, Harold virtually ran towards the room where Scully still lay on the
floor, her ass raised skywards, immobile apart from the uncontrollable sobs
that coursed through her body.
The fact that her rapist had, with his conquest of her cunt now
complete, dressed and left the room, leaving her alone, had just about
registered on Scully’s mind but she was quite unable to move, to rise from her
demeaning position on the floor with her head lowered and her backside offered
up for use. The strongest orgasm she had ever experienced, along with the
revelation of what that might mean about her true self, had sent her into a
state of shock and she found herself unable to do anything apart from stare at
the floor and think. “They’ve forced me to let another woman lick my pussy, and
I liked it,” she thought. “They’ve forced me to suck a man’s cock and swallow
his cum and I liked it. They’ve forced me to bend over like a naughty
schoolgirl up before the headmaster and receive a beating, and I liked it. They
forced me to accept the prick of that disgusting old pervert up my cunt and,
may God have mercy on me, I liked it. So what am I? What the fuck am I? How can
I possibly be drawing pleasure of any kind from these experiences? I have been
abducted. Raped. I am a free women. An independent human being. A medical
doctor. An FBI agent. I have a mind. And a damn fine one at that. And free,
independent women don’t get off on being kidnapped and raped. Yes, some women
may have rape fantasies but surely no modern female actually wants rape to
happen, or enjoys it when it does. That ‘s just a sick fantasy dreamt up by
inadequate, delusional males. Women do not enjoy rape.”
“Except you, you fucking nymphomaniac slut,” a voice within Scully’s
mind answered her. “Can you deny that your captors are making you cum harder
than any of the men with whom you voluntarily had sex could manage? Can you
deny that the orgasms they are drawing out of you are, in fact, more intense
than any pleasure you had previously though was even possible? You are a slut,
a nympho, the stereotypical submissive sex machine of every man’s fantasy. Why
deny it to yourself?”
“Shut up, shut up,” Scully screamed, rising from her prostrate position
and clutching her hands to the sides of her head. “I’m Dana Katherine Scully,
FBI special agent and medical doctor. I’m not a slut. “These people are abusing
me, torturing me, playing mind games with me… but I won’t give in. I am Dana
Katherine Scully. I am Dana Scully. I am Dana Scully…”
Scully’s torment was, temporarily, broken up by an almost apologetic
cough from the doorway. “Now slut, I’m pretty sure that you understood that
talking with permission, even to yourself, would not be tolerated,” said the
trainer who had left her alone with her elderly rapist just a few minutes
previously. “Bad bitch!” he admonished, simultaneously knocking Scully off her
feet with just a thought by activating her implant. “I will have you silent.”
On previous occasions Scully had soon learnt to obey anyone capable of
inflicting the ultimate agony on her that the alien technology could produce
but this time the sheer terror that coursed through her veins made the rational
decision to submit rather than suffer impossible.
“No!” she screamed, rising to her feet again and hurling herself bodily
towards her tormenter. “I’m Dana Scully, I’m…” Another burst of beyond-pain
literally lifted her off her feet and deposited her once more on the floor but,
once again, she rose and began to stagger towards the slutmaker standing in the
doorway. “I’m Dana…”. A third burst of agony send her spiralling to the brink
of unconsciousness but something within her refused to accept the comforting
presence of blackness and made her push herself up onto her knees again. “I’m
Dana Scully,” she mumbled, almost to herself, as she began to try and crawl
towards the monster who was responsible for her suffering.
Harold was impressed. Not many sluts in training could withstand three
consecutive blasts of implant-induced pain and still be capable of any serious
attempt at motion, not even the rather pathetic crawling that was all that
Rusty could currently manage. “Yes,” he thought to himself, “training this one
is going to be an absolute joy.” As he contemplated the mumbling, suffering
woman attempting to reach him on all fours the slaver knew with absolute
certainty the his latest bitch represented the best of both worlds from the pet
trainer’s point of view. “Intellectually, she really is one of the most
stubborn, independent, intelligent human beings I’ve ever met,” his internal
musing continued. “Breaking a spirit like that would be an act of nothing more
than vandalism were it not for one thing – she is also a true slut. She may
have repressed this side of her personality all of her life – she may well be
quite unaware that it even exists. But it’s there and I am going to use it to
get Dana Scully to tame herself. Yes, that’s it, I am going to show her, in
graphic detail, exactly what she is. And then, one day, once she has learnt
that the truth isn’t ‘out there’, it’s in her soul, and it isn’t particularly
pretty, she will surrender to me.”
Harold’s reverie was then interrupted by the fact that Scully had very
nearly succeeded in reaching his feet. She was as weak as a kitten, however,
and so the pet trainer, dropping the holdall that he had been carrying, simply
reached out and grasped the leather collar that the redhead had had buckled
around her neck since she had been forcibly stripped the previous evening.
Giving the collar a sharp tug, the ex-Marine soon had Rusty slumped full-length
on the floor and, moving with surprising speed for such a large man, Harold
then moved to straddle the helpless woman, sitting down on her lower back
facing her head.
He then grasped the head of the struggling slut beneath him and
reintroduced her mouth to the red ballgag that was starting to become an almost
constant companion to her suffering. Scully’s arms and legs thrashed pitifully
at her sides as she was once again comprehensively silenced but that was by no
means the end of her trainer’s plans for her. Reaching again into his holdall Harold
withdrew two long tubes of leather. Grasping Scully’s right arm he soon managed
to work one of the tight-fitting sleeves onto her hand and up towards her
armpit. The end of the leather sleeve was a fingerless mitten and metal D-rings
were attached to the garment at wrist and elbow.
Repeating the process with her left arm, Harold soon had both of
Rusty’s upper limbs encased in skin tight leather. He then forced her left arm
back behind her back and across towards her right side until he was able to clip
her left wrist ring onto her right elbow ring. Once the process had been
repeated in mirror image, so that the D-ring on the right wrist of Scully’s
bondage was firmly attached to the elbow ring of her left armholder, the
slutmaker sat back for a second to review his handiwork.
The bitch beneath him was now utterly helpless, with her arms
restrained behind her and her lower half unable to move because of the presence
of a rather large male presence pinning her down. Harold then rose temporarily,
only to resume his position astride Scully’s ass but this time facing towards
her feet. Reaching once more into the bag, this time he drew out a stout
stainless steel bar, about three feet long, with stout leather cuffs at each
end.
Scully continued to try and kick her legs feebly but it was hardly a
contest as Harold attached one end of the spreader bar to the helpless
redheaded slut’s left thigh, just about her knee, and then, after firmly
prizing her legs apart, repeated the process with her right thigh.
Rusty’s trainer then rose and headed towards a well stocked drinks
cabinet set into one wall of the room where he intended to introduce his
helpless captive to a whole new sensation. Pouring himself a large shot of
bourbon he turned once more towards his victim. Scully’s attempted assault on
him a few minutes previously had got her body almost to the room’s door and
that wasn’t where he wanted her at all, so grasping her thrashing feet he
dragged the moaning woman over towards one of the room’s several couches and
positioned her so that her head was facing the sofa. He then picked up his
drink and sat, gazing down at the bound female beneath him.
“My, you do have spirit, don’t you?” he said, staring into Scully’s
wonderful eyes as he did so and seeing in them, for the very first time since
her capture, no emotion more complex than terror. All of the disgust, all of
the cunning, all other emotions other than simple fear had, for the time being,
departed. The profile of Scully that Harold had had prepared before her
abduction had indicated that it was highly likely that she had ever indulged in
anything resembling bondage with her previous sexual partners. Scully’s sex
life before her kidnapping had, in fact, as far they had been able to
determine, been quite spectacularly dull.
Harold wondered idly how it must feel to be so helpless, tightly bound
and lying at the feet of a man who could and would do anything to your body
that he wished. Reaching once more for his bag of tricks the trainer then
produced a small vibrating dildo and a tube of lubricant and placed them on the
floor in front of Rusty. Scully’s eyes flickered downwards, incomprehension on
her face. What was she thinking, Harold wondered. Was she expecting to be raped
in her cunt once again.
“They’re for your ass, little one,” he said, looking into his pet’s
eyes and noting with satisfaction how they widened in shock at the news. “ I
could just shove my prick right in, of course, but that would probably hurt you
too much for you to enjoy the experience, so I’m going to give you the benefit
of a little preparation first. And then I’m going to stick my prick up your
ass, good and hard.”
Bound and helpless as she was this information brought forth a renewed
burst of struggling from Scully but this was, of course, to no avail. No, the
slut was going to take it up her beautiful little backside for the first time
and there was not a thing she could do to prevent it.
Harold began to smear lubricant on the dildo, humming quiet to himself
as he did. Scully continued to writhe ineffectually as he did.
Due to the temporary lull in proceedings the panic that had caused her
so much grief earlier began to fall back to a more manageable level of fear,
however, and Scully was, at least temporarily, able to think with a reasonable
degree of rationality once more. “Alright, don’t panic,” she thought to
herself. “He’s going to fuck you up the ass but for some reason he doesn’t want
you to suffer. It’ll just be a rather unpleasant sensation, like being examined
by a proctologist, nothing too much to worry about. Just stay calm.”
His work lubricating the dildo complete, Harold then moved around to
Rusty’s forcibly spread rear end. “This will go much easier if you relax your
buttocks,” he said, talking to the back of the head of his restrained victim.
Scully, resigned to her fate, realised the sense in these words and actually
did her best to obey.
As the tense muscles beneath his hands eased visibly, which he noted
with a smile, Harold took aim with the dildo at the awesomely tight little
rosebud that stared up at him and began to push. Scully tensed involuntarily at
the first touch of the cool sex toy but tried to force herself to relax as her
torturer relentless pushed it in further, and further, and further.
Harold then selected a remote control from his holdall and resumed his
position sitting on the sofa looking down on the freshly impaled Rusty. Taking
a sip of his bourbon he then pushed a button on the remote. Scully started as
the anal intruder that she had recently succumbed to began to vibrate but once
again forced herself to remain calm. Despite her strict bondage and despite the
fact that she had just had a foreign body inserted up her ass for the very
first time she was not in any real discomfort at present. In fact…
“Oh fuck no, not again!” Scully’s mind screamed at her as, as once
again, horror descended. Because the gentle vibration within her tight little
bottom wasn’t hurting at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was nice. The
thin membrane that separated her anal passage from her cunt was being quite
deliciously stimulated by the presence of the well-lubricated toy and once
again Scully’s nervous system was reporting back to base with sensations that
could in no way be described as painful or unpleasant.
Reaching down, Harold put his hand under Rusty’s chin and forced the
captive slut to raise her head and look him in the eye. If he was right about
this horny little slut, and he knew that he was, then about now it would be
dawning on her that yet another episode of enforced kinky sex was about to
produce sensations that before too long she would really, really need in the
way that a long-term heroin addict really, really needs that next fix of junk.
Scully, once again, began to struggle feebly as the anal intruder
relentless continued to stimulate her back passage, although her trainer could
not tell yet whether this was because of lust or loathing. Truth be told, of
course, it was at this stage a bit of both but as time passed the unmistakeable
flush of arousal appeared to Scully’s face as the man who was dominating her
played with the remote control, altering the frequency of vibration to exert
the maximum possible influence on the woman in tight leather bondage beneath
him.
“Excellent,” said her trainer, smiling down at his captive cunt. “Now,
if I remove your gag are you going to be a good little girl and suck my cock?”
Flushing an ever-darker red Rusty acknowledged her acceptance with the smallest
of nods and Harold needed no further encouragement. Taking one last gulp of
bourbon, he soon unzipped his pants to reveal a penis that was hardly in need
of oral stimulation to bring it to full tumescence.
The slutmaker then reached behind Scully’s head and unbuckled the
ballgag. He was half expecting her to try and speak again and was extremely
pleased when, instead of attempting speech, her only response to being ungagged
was to silently open her mouth wide.
Harold took full advantage of the opportunity that this offered but
only for a few seconds. His self-control was legendary amongst the other
trainers in the slutmaking complex but he soon realised that if he allowed
himself too much time in the whore’s mouth he would not be able to do what he
had come into the room to do in the first place.
Moving to behind Scully, therefore, he pulled her hips up and back
towards his raging hard-on. Removing the still vibrating dildo with one hand he
guided his prick into the still lubricated anal entrance with the other.
At the first taste of an erect male penis in her ass Scully gasped in
pain. “No, don’t, it hurts,” she managed to pant out before her rapist reached
round and cupped a hand over her nose and mouth. “Mfffff,” was all that Scully
could now say as the prick that was spreading her bottom began to saw in and out.
“Silence, slut,” Harold commanded, but in a surprisingly gentle voice. “Just
relax and enjoy the ride.”
It suddenly occurred to what was left of the rational part of Scully’s
mind just how exhausted she was. Had it really been only that very morning that
her training had begun? How many mind-blowing orgasms had been coaxed out of
her since then? Wouldn’t it be better just to relax, to give in, just for a
while, just until she could get some strength back and regroup?
With these weasel words the section of her mind that wanted to
surrender won a temporary victory over the remainder of her psyche and Rusty
relaxed, allowing her body to get into the rhythm of her first ass fucking.
After just a couple of minutes, however, she recognised the unmistakeable groans
of a horny man about to come and, sure enough, before she knew it, her trainer
had dumped his load into her ass.
But she hadn’t had time to cum herself. She heard her rapist sigh with
contentment as he withdrew and zipped himself up. But she hadn’t had time to
cum herself. “Scully looked over her shoulder and up at the man who had just
violated her. “Please…” was all she could say, in a very quiet voice. “Please
what, little one?” her torturer asked, in an amused tone. “What can I do for
you?”
“Please… Sir, I need to cum,” Scully confessed, blushing so deeply as
she did so that her skintone almost matched that of her hair. “Can you please
make me cum.”
“Well, yes, little pet, I can make you cum,” Harold replied, trying
hard to contain his exultation. “But I’ll only do it if you tell me what you
are.”
There was a pause. A long moment of silence. And then, almost too quiet
to be heard, a voice: “I’m a slut.”
Harold pulled Rusty’s head up by the chin once again. “I’m sorry, I
didn’t quite catch that,” he said. “Say again.”
“I’m a slut, Sir,” Scully said again, this time so loud it was almost a
shout. “You can fight back tomorrow,” the now dominant voice within her mind
said. “Later. Once you have got you strength back. Once you have formulated a
proper plan of escape. Once you have had the orgasm you need.”
“Yes, bitch, you are,” Scully’s trainer said, smiling. And, with that,
he reached down between the bound redhead’s widely spread legs and took hold of
a clitoris that was standing out like a rosebud in the first flush of
springtime.
Scully’s whole body vibrated at this contact and, as the man who was
training her began to caress the over-stimulated bundle of nerve endings
between her legs, she began to feel the first wave of a by now familiar sensation
sweep through her. When the cum hit, Rusty’s whole body arched like a bow about
to be fired. Harold ceased his ministrations and gazed down at a body that had
unquestionably just been given the ultimate in satisfaction. As he did so,
however, he heard another whisper from his helpless pet. “Oh God no, please
no,” Scully whispered to herself as her latest orgasm began to subside and
rationality returned. “What have I done? What am I becoming?”
Harold smiled to himself at this latest victory and began to hum to
himself once again as he started to pack up the tools of his trade.
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