Chapter 4
"Do you know how to do Kegel exercises?" Master asked suddenly. She looked
at him, confused for a minute, then remembered that that was something her
girlfriend had once told her about. It was a way for women who had had children
to tighten up their cunts, she remembered. They had giggled about it, because it
seemed so unnecessary for girls their age. She nodded at the man. "That's what
women do after babies, right?"
"Not just then. It's a good exercise to do to keep your pussy tight. I'd
like you to start doing them regularly so you won't get all stretched out." He
dropped a booklet on the table. She could read the headline: "Kegel Exercises:
10 Minutes a Day to Good Sexual Health."
Afterwards, he got up to leave and the girl found herself eyeing Turk. There
was a funny feeling inside her, like an itch she couldn't scratch and she wasn't
sure what to do about it. The man caught her look. "Would you like me to leave
Turk with you, Slut?" She looked at him guiltily and found herself nodding. Why
am I being like this? I'm a nice girl!
The man ordered Turk to stay and he seemed more than happy to accommodate
his master. Once the door closed, the dog approached her, growling softly under
his breath. Immediately, she got down on all fours, her ass toward him, and he
stopped growling and mounted her.
Because she had just been fucked by two horses, her cunt wasn't able to grab
Turk's much-smaller cock, frustrating the dog. He pounded away at her, and she
could feel his cock flopping around in her gaping hole. Even his knot slipped in
and out rather easily. Turk began to growl again and the girl didn't know what
to do to please him. When he pulled out for a minute, as if trying to find a new
position, she turned around and grabbed his rock-hard cock in her hand and
pulled her mouth to it. At first, Turk growled angrily, but then he apparently
noticed how much tighter the woman's mouth was than her cunt, so he put his
forefeet up on her back and let her suck away at him.
Janet was shocked that she had done such a thing. Here I am, she thought,
sucking a dog's cock because I couldn't satisfy him with my cunt! Now she knew
why the man had suggested Kegel exercises. She would have to do them, she knew.
She sucked expertly at his cock until he spasmed, filling her mouth with his
spunk. It tasted just fine, she discovered. She swallowed it eagerly.
Afterwards, she lay on the edge of the bed, her dirty legs splayed wide,
while the dog licked her clean. God, that felt good. She was beginning to get
those familiar stirrings within her when she looked down and saw Turk had gotten
hard again.
"Good god, Turk, you're insatiable," she told him, but secretly she was glad
he could recover so quickly. Turk tried to climb up on her, but she was too
high, so the girl scooted up onto the bed and encouraged him to follow her. He
jumped up and squatted down between her legs, thrusting at her naked pussy, his
lolling tongue just inches away from her face. His breath wasn't the greatest,
but Janet didn't mind as long as he tried to satisfy her itch. From this angle,
her cunt seemed to accept him a little more tightly. He fucked her and fucked
her, the emotions building within her until they both exploded in orgasms. His
watery fluid ran out of her cleft onto the sheets, which were now smeared with
dirt.
The dog jumped down then and went over to the counter where the water jug
was stored and whined. "OK, OK," she said, "I'm a little thirsty too." She
ladled him a drink and took one herself. Finally she felt sated. She decided to
take a shower.
No, she corrected herself. First I should do my Kegel exercises. She read
the pamphlet and followed the instructions. She realized she must look quite a
sight, naked, filthy, squatting down and tightening up her cunt muscles, while
being watched by a horny dog. After about 20 minutes, she realized she was
getting horny again. Janet glanced at the dog and saw his penis harden and peek
out of his sheath. "Oh, my god," she said, "How is this possible?" Then she
looked over at the water jug, realization dawning. "He's slipping me a mickey of
some sort!"
Every time she had a drink, she'd get uncontrollably sexually aroused. The
dog too. She wondered if the horses are getting the same stuff. Probably so. And
what could she do about it - she had to have water. If she refused, she'd be
dead within days.
By now she couldn't ignore the Need, as she had come to think of it. Turk
began growling as well, so she dropped down on her knees, her ass toward him and
let him mount her for the third time in less than an hour.
Here she was, sweaty from exercise, sticky with horse and dog cum and
enjoying sex with an animal all over again. She felt his cock thrust into her
again and again and did her Kegel exercises around his firm penis to accentuate
the pleasure for both of them. The thoughts of a shower were forgotten as she
let the dog fuck her twice more before Master came to retrieve him more than an
hour later.
"Position One," he said when he entered, and the girl went gratefully to the
bed and thrust her ass at him. He dropped his pants and entered her quickly. She
was so loose and lubricated, his large cock also had trouble filling her cavern.
She tightened her muscles around him and let him pump her until the friction
built within both of them. It still wasn't enough for her - she reached back and
began rubbing her clitoris. When he came with a bellow, she followed suit, her
seventh or eighth orgasm of the day - she had lost count.
"You need to shower, Slut," was all he said as he zipped up and left with
Turk. As Janet crawled to the shower stall, a thought struck her. She knew if
she only drank the water he provided, she would be too horny to ever escape. She
wondered if the man had affected the shower or sink water. Probably not. She
decided to drink only from those faucets for awhile, to see if she could regain
her senses.
After her shower, the girl went to bed and fell instantly asleep. In the
morning, she took another shower, not because she felt particularly dirty, but
because she wanted to test her theory. She drank her fill from the showerhead,
then waited expectantly for her dungeon-master to appear. She felt oddly
unsettled. Her cunt ached, as she would expect it to, but she couldn't tell if
she was still horny or if the drug had worn off. It was probably too early to
tell.
She endured another session with the cart, and the man seemed to enjoy
flicking the whip against her bare ass. Janet again managed to complete nearly
one full circuit before she fell exhausted. Again, she peed in the dirt, but
somehow, it didn't feel as good this time.
Inside the barn, he offered her a ladle of water. Despite her thirst, she
shook her head, waiting for his anger. Instead, he merely asked her if she
wanted Thor. She looked within herself to see if she was really less horny. And
if so, would refusing make him suspicious or angry? She decided it was too risky
to refuse, so she grabbed onto the pommel horse and let the horse fuck her
again. Still, she had to admit it felt good. Were all her water sources
contaminated?
Afterwards, the man let Turk fuck her right outside Thor's stall, her face
pressed against the backs of her hands. He seemed to have recovered nicely from
his marathon effort of yesterday, she noted. But this time she didn't come when
she felt his cock squirt into her.
When the man brought her lunch, she refused the iced tea, again expecting
him to grow angry. He just smiled and said he'd leave it in case she got thirsty
later. As soon as he left, she poured it out, then drank water from the sink.
The next day, she thought she felt the insatiable feelings subside, even if
just a little bit. She didn't refuse Turk or the man when they had at her, but
inside she didn't feel the same strong emotions. Could it be her theory was
correct? Could she overcome the drug?
The following day, right after lunch, the Need returned in full force. Why?
What was happening? She realized the man must be contaminating her food as well.
So she refused to eat, again expecting the man to beat her, but he just took the
food away and said, "You should eat to keep your strength up."
The daily exercise session outside took its toll on her and she discovered
that not eating or drinking the contaminated food or water did not seem to be
achieving the desired result. She was still horny. She still looked forward to
sessions with Thor and Challenger and Turk and, yes, even Master.
It wasn't until the two days later, when she was weak with hunger, she
discovered how hopeless her condition was. Just before the man mounted her, as
he had every day since she stopped eating or drinking, she saw him squirt a
gooey solution onto his cock before plunging it into her. At first, she had
thought it was for her benefit, to lubricate her for his passage, but then it
struck her -- Oh, god! He's giving me direct doses through my pussy. She
couldn't very well refuse him or face a beating.
So Janet gave up. What else could she do? He was going to contaminate her
body anyway. She went back to eating and drinking, allowing the Need to control
her once again. Weeks went by. She became a true slut, begging for a fuck from
Sir or Turk or the horses. It wasn't long before she stopped thinking of herself
as "Janet" or having any clear memory of her former life. She became "Slut" in
her mind, just as Master had been calling her all along.
One day, he set up a video camera in her room by her bed while she watched,
expecting him to fuck her again. Instead, he pulled out a vibrator and told her
she could use it at any time as long as she recorded it on camera. He set up a
large TV in the room and let her watch herself fuck with the dildo. Other times,
he replayed her sessions with Turk or the horses that he had filmed. Slut
enjoyed watching the films of her with the horses, so he brought in some tapes
so she could show them whenever she wanted. Her mind was consumed with sex.
Now, even the act of shaving caused her to have mini-orgasms. These, in
turn, only drove her to seek out the dog or the man or her plastic friend to
satisfy her. Her nipples were constantly hard and she found she was compelled to
pinch them regularly, drawing blood on more than one occasion. The man noticed
this and brought her nipple clips, which she clamped on at once, relishing the
painful bite. After a few days, the clips didn't seem to be doing enough, so the
man brought her sets of weights to hang from the ends. They ranged from one
ounce up to six ounces. That helped. Slut hung the weights and as she walked, or
was fucked, or even pulled the cart, the nipples stretched naughtily, satisfying
her urge, albeit slightly. She started out with a pair of one-ounce weights, and
quickly worked up to three ounces.
Soon she asked for more clamps and when he asked why, she told him, "For my
cunt lips - I want to stretch them out." Slut couldn't explain why she needed
to, but he seemed to understand. He brought in clamps that fastened to each lip
and with weights, they added an extra dimension to her pleasure/pain stimulus.
She fastened four-ounce weights to each clip and within days had moved to the
six-ounce weights.
He never chained her up anymore when they went outside. She would follow
along behind him happily, the dog beside her, feeling her weights bouncing with
each step, pulling painfully, but deliciously at her nipples and cunt lips. Slut
had always thought she had rather large lips before her arrival here, but within
a few weeks she could really see a difference. When she removed the clamps, they
hung down a good two inches. She dreamed about going out to dinner at a fancy
restaurant, wearing a mini-skirt without underwear, and flashing the waiter with
those loose lips. The lips pulling away from her cunt really opened her up more
readily, to better accept the cocks that were constantly thrust at her. Her
nipples were getting longer too - now when she got excited and she wasn't
wearing the clips, they stuck out about three-quarters of an inch from the
areola.
She was getting much stronger now too, she noticed, and wondered if that was
a function of the drug. She could pull the cart around the largest circuit and
not collapse at the end, although she was thoroughly winded. Slut found she
would rather pee outside than in, so she always saved it for her sessions with
the cart. Once, she spread her legs while still in harness and let fly. Master
just laughed.
The thought of fucking Thor or Challenger - or both - afterward kept her
going, pulling that cart around as quickly as she could. Once the man unhooked
her, she ran into the stall, removed the clips from her cuntlips so she wouldn't
hurt the horse, and braced herself against the apparatus, her nipple weights
hanging down. Slut loved the feeling of the weights yanking at her nipples as
the horse rocked her. She didn't even wait for the man to set up the camera. He
indulged her because he rarely had to beat her anymore. He even let her talk to
him without being spoken to first.
A few days later, the man came in smiling. "What," she said, standing before
him in her glorious nudity, legs spread, wearing her nipple and cunt clamps
proudly. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and said: "I brought you a
gift, Slut."
"Really?" She was touched. "What is it?"
He came closer and indicated she should sit on the bed. She did so, her
weights bouncing. He made her lean back and pointed out her clitoris, which by
now was routinely engorged and sticking out from its sheath. "I thought you'd
like some additional stimulus for your clit," he said, opening the box. He
pulled out a silver ring. "A clit ring."
Slut examined it closely. It was a small ring with a narrow section at the
top for inserting into the fold of skin above her clit, and a shiny ball below
that she knew would rest - and bounce - against it. "What's that?" she indicated
a small eyelet, a circle about the circumference of the head of a pin, that was
firmly attached to the base of the ball. "That's a little something extra, just
for you." He reached into the box and retrieved a short silver chain with a
small medallion at the end. "See, this clips into the eyelet, and the chain
causes the ball to bounce more aggressively against your clit when you move. The
chain is too short to interfere with sex, however."
Slut was seized with a sudden Need. "Please," she said. "Put it in." He made
her lie back and held the ring against her so he could determine exactly where
it should be attached. The ball needed to hang just below the clit hood to
bounce against her clit when she was excited - and if it had the desired effect,
she would be excited all the time. He measured the spot, then put a tiny dot in
ink in the center with a ball-point pen. "The needle will go in just under
here," he said. "Are you ready, Slut?"
She nodded. The fear of pain didn't bother her as much as the delay in
experiencing the ring. Hurry up! He pinched the fold of skin with his left hand
and thrust a sterilized needle through it, creating two holes just underneath
the dot of ink. She sucked air into her cheeks but otherwise made no complaint.
He moved the needle back and forth a bit to widen the holes, removed it, then
cleaned up the small amount of blood with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol. She
blew the air back through her cheeks as the astringent stung her. Carefully, he
pulled back the tiny prong with a fingernail and threaded the metal through the
holes. That was all there was to it. "Phase one complete," he said. "Want to try
it out before I put on the medallion?"
She got up and walked to the door and back, feeling the tiny ball touch her
most tender spot. "Put it on," she said. Holding the clit ring up slightly, he
attached the tiny chain. It had a self-locking mechanism so it couldn't
accidentally fall off. "This is the one-quarter ounce weight," he told her. "The
saleslady recommended it for beginners. Just in case, through, I also bought the
one-half ounce." He showed her another tiny chain with a slightly heavier
medallion. She stood and again walked to the door and back. Her eyes glazed
over. "Wow," she whispered. She sat down next to him. "Please, Sir, let me try
the other one."
He shrugged and unclipped the light weight and replaced it with the heavier
one. He had a feeling she might prefer it. One more time, she walked to the
door, but on the way back, her knees buckled and she had to grab onto the back
of a chair for support. "I like this one better," Slut managed after a moment.
From that day on, she always wore the clit ring with the half-ounce weight.
She wore it when she pulled the cart, when she was being fucked, or doing her
Kegels. She would take off the cunt or nipple clamps regularly to give herself a
rest, but she was never without her trusty clit ring and the mini-orgasms it
gave her. Sometimes, when she was alone in her room, she experimented with a
one-ounce weight from the other set. The chain was too long, of course, but she
loved the way it pulled at her and bounced hard against her clit as she moved
about.
