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Fuckmeat
The slave girls were brought in that night wearing only the tattered white shifts that the caravan master had allowed. They had been traveling for the past ten hours, and were worn out and exhausted. Every so often the truck that they were all crammed into would stop and one of the guards would pull a girl out, the others would hear her terrified screams, a few hours later they would throw her back in with the rest of the girls, covered in cum. Bailyn, a fit blond with a 32 D cup sat huddled in the back of the truck trying to be invisible. She was terrified of the slavers and hoped against hope that if she sat still enough they would forget about her and then she would be able to make her escape.
After the first seven hours past the girls were no longer begging to be let go, but were crying softly in the dark. They felt their ears began to pop and looked at each other frantically. The continued on in the darkness, this time it was hours before they had another horrific stop. The doors opened the girls rushed to the back of the truck. Bailyn hid her face under her curtain of long blond hair and trembled.
“Not to worry cunts,” the truck driver said grabbing hold of one side of the door. “We are here! Unload ‘em quick we are already behind schedule.” He barked at the two guards.
The girls were dragged out of the truck they blinked, their eyes adjusting to the bright lights of a small metropolis. The sky above was black, streetlights lit up the busy streets where the inhabitants walked in and out of buildings. It looked like an average town save for one thing, everywhere young girl like them were being forced to walk around with leashes like animals. Some of the girls burst out crying again the sight of the slaves was too much. Bailyn, who was bringing up the rear felt harsh crack on the bottom. She cried out in shock and pain.
“Hurry up you filthy slut,” one of the guards shouted
Bailyn stumbled forward to catch up with the others, she could still feel the fiery strip on her ass. Her blond hair tickled the base of her back as shakily walked towards what appeared to be a glossy office building. The front doors slid open automatically and the girls were ushered into a posh lobby. The receptionist at the desk looked down her thick-rimmed glasses at the scantily clad girls.
“One moment please,” she drawled to the slaver.
“Make it fast, I have a fucktoy of my own to get back to,” he growled.
The receptionist nodded as she spoke rapidly to a deep voiced man on the phone. A large man in a sleek black business suit walked past them then stopped and turned on his heels.
“Are these the new captures?” he asked the slaver.
“Yeah, we are just trying to get the processed sorry for taking up so much space in your lobby sir,” the slaver replied hurriedly.
“Indeed,” the man drawled, “I am in need of a new slave girl.”
He walked through the huddle inspecting the girls as they stood trembling before him. He noticed a red welt on the bottom of one of the girls and leaned over to one of the guards.
“What happened with this one,” he asked fingering the welt making Bailyn squeal in pain.
“Moving to slow so we decided to give her a little encouragement,” the guard sneered.
“I’ll take her,” the man said grinning.
“If you wish sir, do you want me to bag it for you?”
“Please.”
“n-noo please don’t take me away sir there’s b-been s-s-some kind of mistake ppplease,” Bailyn cried.
The guard took out a syringe from his jacket pocket and plunged it into Bailyn’s neck. The girl collapsed to the floor and the guards hefted her into a large trash bag.
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Bailyn awoke to find that she was slumped in a chair in what looked like a very expensive doctor’s office. One wall was lined with bookshelves packed with all sorts of medical books; there was a chair that was turned away from the wall, facing a pristine white desk with papers piled up on it. On the other side of the room was a sink and cabinets just like in her doctor’s office back home. It was what was in the middle of the room that frightened her, a short table with thick white straps hanging off of it. Attached to the end of the table were two extensions with adjustable rings on the ends. Bailyn shifted nervously in her seat, she heard footsteps coming down the hall and jumped. The footsteps passed by the door without pausing. The girl trembled in her chair jumping at every noise she heard.
Half an hour passed by and Bailyn had begun to think that she had been forgotten. She stood up to try and test the door to see if escape was possible. Just then a man in a white lab coat entered the room followed by two men in nurses uniforms.
“Well it is good to see that you are awake, these things are so much more fun when the patient is conscious don’t you think?” The doctor said cheerfully. “Now if you can just remove you clothing we can go ahead and get started.”
Bailyn shifted nervously, she didn’t want to reveal her most intimate parts to these strangers. What were they going to do to her? Her heart pounded and she crossed her legs and held down the shirt.
The doctor sighed, “If you won’t take them off yourself I’m afraid I’ll have to ask the nurses to help you.”
Bailyn glanced at the nurses they were grinning greedily. She slowly slipped off the shift and covered her intimates with her hands. The nurses rushed over towards her and roughly dragged her over towards the short table.
“Relax sweetheart, the Brutus and Ripper are just going to help you get nice and comfy. They are your friends, you will be seeing a lot of each other in the future so just sit back and let them do their job.” The doctor said soothingly.
Even so Bailyn struggled as the two men wrestled her arms into the straps above her head and clinched the waist strap tightly across her tummy. The doctor then took out a small remote which tilted the table until she was at a 45 degree angle from the doctor, her feet could just barely touch the ground. Then without warning the two men dragged her legs wide apart and fastened her ankles securely into the rings. She trembled as her most intimate parts were on display for the doctor and his two nurses. Brutus wheel a small tray over to the doctor lined with a multitude of foreboding instruments, including the biggest speculum she had ever seen.
“pp-please,” she begged, “don’t hurt me.” Large tears streamed down her face in humiliation and fear.
The doctor stared at her strait faced, “I’m going to show you a little video your master left for you before we begin.” He clicked a button on the remote and a flat screen television descended from the ceiling. The man in the suit she had seen before appeared on the screen and spoke to her.
Do you know the difference between a slavegirl and her master? It is control the less control a slavegirl has the more submissive she is to her master, who owns her body, mind, and soul. That is why I am having the good doctor and your escorts take away all your control. You will only be able breath without permission in my house. Having no control over your body may seem like a terrifying prospect but the sooner you accept your fate the better it will be for you. Good luck my little slut I will see you soon.
The video shut off and the television once again ascended into the ceiling.
“So let’s get started,” the doctor stated as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves.
“I will begin with this,” he said holding up a small stainless steel cone. The base of the cone narrowed into a small centimeter long disk with a tiny nub on the end. “This will be inserted into your urethra thereby stopping the flow of urine. If you need to pee you will have to ask Brutus or Ripper to help you.” Bailyn looked horrified at the small tube and tried to struggle away from it. Her movements were futile as the straps held her tightly in place. He parted her labia and slowly began to insert the plug into her piss hole.
“Noo stop it huuurrrtsss,” she hissed as the horrible thing stretched her tiny hole.
A few drops of piss desperately fought there way out but the doctor pushed the little plug firmly in place. All that was visible was the small disk with the nub. Bailyn let out a sob as the doctor patted her cunt.
“See that wasn’t so bad, the next few are going to be a lot worse I promise you. He picked up a small clamp and tested it in front of her. This little guy is going on your clit, it will help control your release so that every orgasm you have with our friend here will be deliciously painful.” With that he gripped her clit with his nails extracting a pitiful squeal from his victim then he squeezed the clamp into place. Bailyn violently bucked her hips and begged the doctor to remove the clamp. He watched her as she writhed in pain, after a few minutes she settled down, tears flowing freely from her eyes. “Next we are going to make sure that your little fuck holes don’t get any bigger. You see this cream?” he held up a tiny tube and squirted some white cream onto his finger. Bailyn nodded terrified she knew that if he wanted to keep her holes small that he would be sticking something big up there soon.
The doctor rubbed the cream first around her vagina; she felt a slight burning and began whimpering as his finger moved down towards her ass. Then he inserted two fingers into her vagina spreading the cream around her insides. She cried out desperately but to no avail. The doctor proceeded to stick a finger into her ass hole as she moaned in pain.
“Do we have this cunt’s new clothes?” the doctor asked Brutus.
“Yep,” Brutus said holding up a foreboding black box.
The doctor ducked out of sight and returned with two small bells attached to black cone. He pinched the base of the cone and put it over one of Bailyn’s nipples. She cried as the small alligator clamp inside bit down onto her nipple, the doctor finished off with the other clamp making Bailyn’s cries grow even louder. Next he pulled out a pair of thigh high ballerina boots.
“Your master doesn’t want you walking around too much,” he laughed as Ripper unfastened one her ankle restraints and shoved the boot painfully onto her foot. Brutus took care of her other foot and the two painfully laced up her boots.
“How am I supposed to walk in these?” Bailyn asked through sobs.
“You’ll just have to learn. Look at the Brightside, we are almost done!” the doctor exclaimed as he pulled out a strange looking corset. The corset stopped just below her ribs and looked like it could lace painfully tight, two silver clips hung at the bottom of it. In the front of the corset was a thick strap with two large steel dildos attached to it. Bailyn wimped as the doctor brought the first of the two dildos to her cunt. The dildo was nine inches long and 3 inches wide; it parted her virgin lips and got stuck as she tried to resist it.
“You should relax it will make everything a lot easier if you do.” The doctor said kindly.
“Nooooo it’sss tooo biiiigggg,” Bailyn groaned as the doctor pushed the dildo into her.
“Ripper please,” the doctor said exasperatedly.
Ripper rammed the dildo into her resisting pussy.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGA
She screamed, the pain was unbelievable, tiny trickles of blood made their way down her thighs.
“Next,” the doctor said cheerfully pressing the 4 inch wide 6 inch long butt plug against her anus. She tried to relax this time, but it hurt horribly as the doctor ground the plug into her intestines. She moaned, her body was a blaze with pain. The two men released her from the straps and she slumped in place. Then they rolled her over the doctor began tightening the corset causing her stomach to cramp painfully made worse but the plug shoved deep into her anus. She felt something cold and tighten around her neck, but she was too weak to resist them any more.
“It says in your file that your name is Bailyn,” the doctor said as Brutus and Ripper pulled her upright.
“That’s right,” she said as she was forced to balance painfully on her toes. Every step they made her take she could feel the two dildos move painfully inside her.
“I want you to meet someone,” the doctor said opening a cabinet and revealing a full-length mirror. “This is Fuckmeat,” he said gesturing at her reflection.
Bailyn stared at herself; the thigh high boots, bulging genitals, silver clamp over her cherry red clit, tight corset, tinkling bells on her breasts, and the black steel collar with a metal loop and dog tag with her new name printed on it. It was clear to her then, Bailyn was dead, the girl staring back at her in the mirror was Fuckmeat.
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