A New World
4: Cum-Filled Fuckbunny
"This is the new one for the special treatment?" the tall, statuesque blonde woman
asked, taking toe's leash from Master. Toe risked a quick glance upward, but her eyes
got only as far as the high leather boots, shined to mirror perfection, before a lash
landed on her back.
'Uh huh," he answered. "She needs a lot of work, but I know you'll take good care of
her."
"Oh, you bet,' she grinned sadistically. "Come on, bitch. It's time to see if we can get
that pathetic body of yours into some semblance of fitness." The sharp tug on the
leash caused toe to lose her balance, nearly making her fall over.
"Look at me, bitch!" the woman commanded. Toe looked up, wincing in anticipation of
more punishment. She saw the stern woman, fully dressed in what looked like a leather
jump suit, glaring down at her sadistically.
"My name is Ma'am. I'm not a fucking slave. I don't do this job because of the money, I
do it for the pure enjoyment of seeing pathetic pieces of fuck meat like you suffer.
Unlike whores like you, I eat, sleep, shit and piss whenever I want, and fuck whoever I
want, whenever I feel like it, and when I don't feel like it, I don't. You, on the other
hand, are a useless piece of shit who should be thankful that someone thinks you're not
a complete waste of oxygen. So, when I say 'jump,' you jump, and don't even bother
asking how high, bitch. You don't have the time to think about it...assuming you even
have the capacity for thought. You're nothing to me; the dogshit I stepped in this
morning has more value. Got that, cunt?"
Toe cringed at the harsh words and the prospect of even harsher treatment, but
responded automatically.
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am."
"Good, fuckmeat. Now, let's see about sweating some of that pig fat off your pitiful
slave ass."
Ma'am's last words cut through toe like a hot knife through butter. She'd always been
fastidious about her appearance. Her weight was near the bottom of the range for her
height, she always kept herself well-groomed, and she worked out regularly. She was in
good shape, or so she thought, and her good looks were always what she was proudest
of. Now this bitch is telling her she's a pig? The trainer saw the venom in toe's eyes,
and grinned even more viciously.
"Ah, a prideful piggy are we? Is da widdle piggy mad angwy to be called a widdle
piggy? I have news for you, cunt, you ain't shit, and we'll just have to see about
changing that fucking attitude of yours! Let's start off with 500 squats and see if you still
think the same way!"
Kicking toe's legs apart to the limits of her ankle chain and then locking her wrists to the
back of her collar, Ma'am made toe do rapid deep knee bends until she thought her
legs were going to fall off. Every time toe tried to slow down or try to take a breather,
though, the trainer's riding crop would lash out, strategically striking a nipple or, worse
yet, her newly pierced cunt lips. Toe fell to the ground, her legs failing well before the
allotted 500 squats were met.
"120 was all you could do? You really are a worthless piece of shit, aren't you? What
the hell are you going to do when Master decides to have you gang-rape yourself on
fifty or sixty men? Are you going to just quit because you get tired? Hell, I know one
slave girl, she was forced to squat and fuck a dildo, one stroke a second, for 18 straight
hours. You think you could hold up to that? I don't."
"Ma'am, toe is sorry for her shortcomings, Ma'am," the exhausted slave gasped.
"Ma'am, the slave begs forgiveness, and to be trained to be a perfect slave, Ma'am."
"Up on your knees, bitch," the trainer spat. "I want to get one thing straight, you
worthless little fuck. I do forgive. You WILL perform to my satisfaction in this gym, or
I'll flay the skin off your sorry, dog-fucking ass. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, CUNT?"
"Ma'am, yes, toe understands, Ma'am," the sobbing girl panted as she crawled painfully
to her knees.
"Toe. Is that the name they've given you?"
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am."
"I don't like it. I think...yes...your new name is 'cum-filled fuckbunny.' Got it?"
"Ma'am, the slave understands its new name is 'cum-filled fuckbunny, Ma'am. Ma'am,
may cum-filled fuckbunny ask a question, Ma'am?"
"What is it?" she asked, grinning again.
"Ma'am, is the slave to be called by its new name all the time, until its name is changed
again, or only while in your presence, Ma'am."
"What new name would that be?"
"Ma'am, is the slave to be know as cum-filled fuckbunny all the time now, or does it
respond to its former slave name after class?" the slave asked, blushing at the indignity
of the name she'd just been bestowed.
"I think all the time. I'll let your Master know, and he'll annotate it. Now, what do you
think about your new name?"
"Ma'am, cum-filled fuckbunny thanks Ma'am for giving her...it...such a beautiful name,
Ma'am," the slave sobbed, her feelings quite the opposite of her words.
"A demerit for that. You know what you forgot, correct?"
"Ma'am, cum-filled fuckbunny referred to itself with a prohibited word, Ma'am. Ma'am,
thank you for correcting the slave, Ma'am."
"I understand you're a virgin, is that correct?"
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am."
"So you've not only never been fucked as a slave, you've never even had sex, made
love, slept with someone - all those cutsie terms for fucking?"
"Ma'am, cum-filled fuckbunny has never done any of those things, Ma'am."
"I see," the trainer mused. "In that case, when you call yourself 'cum-filled fuckbunny,'
you're actually telling a lie. You're neither cum-filled nor a fuckbunny, are you?"
"Ma'am, Ma'am is correct, Ma'am," she said, careful not to use the prohibited word,
"no."
"Each lie is 100 demerits, you know," she grinned. "How many times have you lied to
me, cunt?"
"Uh, Ma'am, the slave doesn't know, Ma'am," the weeping girl replied.
"Okay, then let's call it an even ten times. That's 1000 demerits, isn't it?"
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am," she recited automatically, fearing what would happen to her for
amassing so many demerits so quicky.
"Well, how would you like to work off a few of those demerits, then?" the cruel trainer
asked.
"Ma'am, the slave begs to be permitted to do so, Ma'am," the girl said eagerly.
"Get up," she said, dragging the slave to her feet and leading her to a rather unusual
stationery bicycle. The seat was little more than a leather-padded frame. Protruding
from the middle were two cylindrical object, the purpose of which were immediately
obvious to fuckbunny. "I suggest you use get them wet".
Fuckbunny knelt down and took the dildos into her mouth one at a time, slathering spit
over their length. She noticed they were hollow, and absentmindedly wondered why as
she worked back and forth between the two phalli, trying to keep them both wet.
"Enough. Hop up, you stupid slut. Time to go for a ride."
Fuckbunny climbed up and positioned herself over the two dildos, wiggling her ass to
ensure they were in the right place. She began to carefully lower herself down, when
the trainer stepped behind and pushed forcefully on her shoulders. The slave felt the
larger dildo slip past her cunt lips and painfully tear her hymen. She could feel
something - blood, or something else? - dripping from her hole. The anal probe hurt as
well, though with not nearly the searing pain she felt in her cunt.
"I'll bet you never thought you'd have your cherry taken this way, huh, bitch?" the trainer
sneered.
"Ma'am, the slave expected to willingly give it to a boyfriend, Ma'am," fuckbunny cried,
tears dripping down her cheeks in response to both the pain and humiliation. She'd
always guarded her virginity carefully, and even when she realized she'd become a
slave, she expected some Master to take it from her.
"Well, slut, I guess you can forget about that, huh? Or boyfriends, for that matter. Who
ever heard of a fuck slave having a boyfriend?" She laughed cruelly at her matter-of
fact statement. Yeah, who ever heard of a slave having boyfriends? Masters, users,
abusers...but never boyfriends.
"Okay, everything nice and tight, slut?" she asked as she strapped fuckbunny's bare
feet onto the serrated metal pedals, then the labia rings to elastic bands attached to the
seat. It was safe to give a little tug on the newly-installed cunt rings, but a new slave
might pull to hard; therefore, elastic was used to secure fuckbunny down..
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am," she responded.
"Okay, here's the deal. For every ten minutes - that's five miles - you can ride without
cumming, you get 100 demerits wiped out. If you cum, the time starts over, but you get
to keep whatever credits you've earned up to that point as long as you can keep
pedaling at the set pace while you're cumming. If you slow down, you get punished. If
either the pedals or wheel stops before you've ridden an hour, you lose all your credits
and get an extra 100 demerits for every time you cum." The trainer didn't need to
explain that slaves don't "have orgasms," they cum. "Do you understand the rules,
cunt?"
"Ma'am....yes, Ma'am," fuckbunny mumbled, wincing from the pain as she gently
wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position for the twin invaders inside her newly
devirginized holes.
"Begin!"
Fuckbunny began pedaling, faster and faster at the trainer's urging, until the green light
on the control panel blinked, indicating she was at the desired speed.
"Good, twat. Now just maintain that pace..." The trainer's instructions were interrupted
by fuckbunny squealing in shock. Ma'am laughed aloud, knowing that the dildo in the
slave's cunt has begun its relentless vibrating, while the one in her ass started to slowly,
relentlessly fuck in and out. The immobilized girl's eyes widened as the anal probe
began to expand. As long as she maintained her pace, the dildos would continue their
movement.
"Keep pumping, bitch," the trainer demanded, lightly slapping the slave's nipples with
her crop. "I know you're going to cum. You don't want to, but you're such a slut that
anything shoved up your horny little ass makes you cum, doesn't it, you dirty little piece
of fuckmeat? I'll bet you can feel that big plastic dildo in your cunt, too, can't you? You
can't wait to cum, wishing it were a real cock. But, no, you're going to cum on the same
piece of plastic you gave your cherry to, aren't you? You're such a slut, you couldn't
even wait for a man to slide his cock up your cunt, you had to ram a plastic dick up
yourself, didn't you?" The trainer kept up the litany of abuse, whispering into the slave's
ear, watching as beads of perspiration formed on fuckbunny's skin. Suddenly, knowing
the time was right, the trainer reached down with both hands and grabbed the slave's
nipples, twisting them painfully. A warm, thick liquid suddenly shot out of the ends of
both dildos, filling the slave's cunt and asshole.
"Aaaahhhh!" fuckbunny screamed as the orgasm washed over her. She leaned back to
straighten her legs, causing the bicycle to stop. The trainer laughed maliciously.
"I guess you lose, cunt," she ridiculed. "I guess that means you get to keep your
demerits, and I get to add another hundred."
"Ma'am, please...forgive...this slave...for cumming without permission, and for its
failure...Ma'am," fuckbunny panted.
"Oh, I don't think so, you little slut. I have no doubt you could have stopped from
cumming if you really wanted to, but all you could think about was the aching inside that
pathetic fat cunt of yours, isn't that right, slut? The only thing bitches like you think of is
finding a dick to make them cum."
Of course it wasn't right, the slave thought angrily. She didn't WANT to cum; it was
forced from her. If the trainer was really serious about not wanting her to orgasm, she
wouldn't have grabbed her tits or kept talking to her like that, making her concentrate on
the feelings inside her cunt. But she knew what was expected of her, and dutifully
answered.
"Ma'am, this slave couldn't think of anything except its need to cum, Ma'am."
"You have a fat cunt, don't you?"
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am."
"Say it."
"Ma'am, the slave has a fat cunt, Ma'am."
"Use your name, bitch."
"Ma'am, cum-filled fuckbunny has a fat cunt, Ma'am."
"Say 'cum-filled fuckbunny needs a hard cock up its fat, horny cunt."
"Cum-filled fuckbunny needs a hard cock up its fat, horny cunt," the slave panted as
she pedaled.
"Keep saying that while you ride, bitch. Go on, do it!"
"Cum-filled fuckbunny needs a hard cock up its fat, horny cunt. Cum-filled fuckbunny
needs a hard cock up its fat, horny cunt," she repeated over and over, using it to keep a
steady pace. She faltered only once; another explosive orgasm caused her to slow just
below the predetermined threshold. The resulting electrical shock that passed between
the two probes seemed to burn through fuckbunny's most sensitive of tissues, providing
all the encouragement she needed to not slow down when any of her subsequent
seven cums occurred. Fuckbunny's mind began to drift off again, allowing her to
concentrate only keeping the green light illuminated, ignoring the pleasure-filled
physical pain her body was experiencing. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the
probes retracted from her abused holes.
"Very good," she praised in a condescending voice while she unstrapped the sweating,
exhausted slave's bare feet from the stirrups. "You may get down now and begin
cleaning your toys."
"Ma'am?" the slave asked, puzzled.
"God, you really are a stupid cunt, aren't you? Bend over and clean your lovers off with
your mouth, you idiot," she spat. "Any time anything is shoved up any of your holes,
you lick it clean afterwards. Don't you know anything, dummy?"
Fuckbunny's face once again turned bright red. Of course she didn't know...she'd only
been a slave for a day! Embarrassed, she bent over at the waist and began licking her
juices and shit off the two intruders, gagging slightly at the rank taste of the dildo that
had been up her ass only moments ago.
"Get used to it, slut," the trainer cackled, "I expect that fat ass of yours will get more
attention than your loose, sloppy cunt. And, like I said, anything you're fortunate
enough to have shoved in any of your holes, you suck clean afterwards."
"Ma, eth, Ma," the girl responded, her mouth full of plastic cock.
"Such a nasty slut," the trainer commented, tousling the girls disheveled hair.
After a few moments, the trainer commanded fuckbunny to stop. "That's enough, slut.
You're supposed to just clean them off, not get all hot and bothered sucking on your
plastic boyfriend."
"Yes. Ma'am," the slave answered, then looking up in horror, realizing she'd made yet
another mistake.
"What did you just say, slut?" the trainer asked in feigned anger.
"Ma'am, cum-filled fuckbunny forgot to precede its statement with the word 'Ma'am,'
Ma'am."
"You're learning. Twenty demerits, though, for being stupid and for lying to me again.
Now let's see what kind of shape the rest of your body is in."
Fuckbunny winced at the pain emanating from her mistreated cunt and ass as she
crawled behind the sadistic Trainer to a circle of torturous-looking machines, each
designed to torment a different part of the slave's body. The bicep curl station, for
example, included a unique feature not found in most gyms; two thin wires spooled
inside the hand grips were attached to the slave's nipple rings and alternately extend
and retract at a set pace. If the slave was too slow in flexing her arms or two quick
extending them, her nipples were punished with both a harsh tug and a small electric
shock.. The leg press contained sharp nail-like protrusions able to cause significant
pain with minimal actual tissue damage to the slave's feet if she falters. And, of course,
some of the devices were simply designed to cause pain whether the slave performed
adequately or not. Case in point: the reverse squat equipment. Rather than exercising
the legs like a regular squat machine, this was quite different. The slave girl was
lowered into a deep squatting position and held there while short wires attached to
weights were clipped to her labia rings. On command, she is to stand up, hold the
position for a set period, and then squat down again. The wires, of course, were not
long enough to allow the weights - up to five pounds for some of the slaves - to remain
on the ground, resulting in the slave's cunt lips being stretched obscenely. Since this
was fuckbunny's first time, mere one ounce weights were used on her. Even so, by the
fiftieth repetition, the slave felt as though her entire crotch was going to fall off.
By the time her three hour session was completed, fuckbunny was covered in a sheen
of sweat. Her crotch was a mess of cunt juice and blood, most of it drying on her inner
thighs like a shiny, red-tinged lacquer. Her entire body was aching - more than aching,
actually, but in her present state, she couldn't think of a word to describe her current
suffering. She was led to a water bowl on the floor and allowed about thirty seconds to
lap at it like a dog, before the Trainer pulled back to the center of the gym.
"Stay," the Trainer commanded, then walked out of the room and allowed the steel
door to slam shut behind her.
Fuckbunny took the few moments of solitude to reflect on her situation, where she'd
come from, her current status, and what the future might hold. She was beginning to
realize what it truly meant to be a slave. To have her virginity ripped from her, like
some useless asset - which, she supposed, it really was. Anyone could use her in any
manner they wanted, so why should she be upset that her cherry was lost to a hard
plastic phallus? At least it wasn't in the back seat of a boyfriend's car, with both of them
fumbling around, not knowing what to do, but she expected that someone would have
wanted to pop her cherry himself. After all, she knew virginity was a prized item in a
slave. She'd seen slave auctions were virgins were sold for a premium. Perhaps her
own virginity had no value at all, ever. Maybe she'd been foolish to protect it as she
had, fuckbunny thought. Her value, that's all everything boiled down to now, whether
she had any value to anyone. She knew her value would depend in some part on her
abilities and submissiveness, but also subject to the whims of her Owner once she was
fully trained. She'd witnessed slave girls being sold for thousands of dollars, and a
moment later, being traded for a cup of coffee or a cigarette. A slave's value was a
subjective thing. There really was no use in crying over the past or what might have
been, or worrying about the future, she realized. The past was gone, and she had no
control over her future.
She was suddenly pulled from her reverie by the sound of the door opening, followed by
the sound of harsh footsteps across the polished wood floor. Unconsciously, the
exhausted, sweaty slave improved her posture, arching her back inward and moving
her knees apart just a bit more. Fuckbunny continued to focus her eyes downward, on
a seam in the floorboards, fearful of what might happen if she looked up without
permission. A pair of exquisitely manicured feet bound in shiny black leather sandals
with unbelievably high spiked heels appeared in fuckbunny's vision.
"Phew, you stink," the voice attached to the feet pronounced. "Come on, let's get you
to class. You ARE toe, correct?"
"Uh...ma'am...this slave's name is no longer toe, ma'am."
"You don't have to call me 'ma'am;' I'm a slave, just like you. Lower slaves like you are
supposed to call the upper class slaves 'miss.' Oh, and it's okay to look up, by the way.
I may be your superior, but I'm still a slave."
Fuckbunny relaxed somewhat and looked up to see the most gorgeous creature she'd
ever laid her eyes upon. Tall and slender, with that not-quite Barbie doll look; long,
blonde, perfectly brushed hair; piercing blue eyes and thick, full lips; a slender neck
adorned with a single black leather collar; beautiful, largish yet firm and pointed breasts;
flat belly, slender thighs and attractive legs that seemed to go on forever. Over her
shoulders was draped a black, nearly transparent gauze garment of some sort, the
purpose of which was not to hide, but rather to accentuate her body parts. Fuckbunny
almost swooned at seeing her; unlike most of the slaves here, who seemed like
caricatures of women, the girl standing before her now looked like a professional
model.
"You've been renamed, you said?" the woman repeated, smiling almost kindly down on
her slave sister.
"Uh...yes, Ma'am...er...miss. Miss, this slave's name is now cum-filled fuckbunny,
miss."
"I see. And are you?"
"Miss?"
"Are you a cum-filled fuckbunny?" she asked with a huge smile.
"Miss, no, miss," came the embarrassed response.
"Never?"
Miss, no, never, miss," the kneeling slave replied, her skin turning bright red.
"Aw, you're blushing. How cute," the new arrival commented, eliciting an ever deeper
response from fuckbunny. "No time for that right now, though. I'm supposed to take
you to your next class. Come on," she ordered, picking up the end of fuckbunny's leash
and leading her out into the halls.
Fortunately for the crawling slave's abused knees, the classroom was only a short
distance down the hall. Fuckbunny would find that classes were generally in small
groups, based on specific training needs, but this was an introductory session held in a
large amphitheater-style lecture hall with room for 120 slaves. Today, there were only
70 or so present.
Each slave was assigned an individual "seat," which wasn't a seat at all, but for which
nobody could come up with a better term. Rings imbedded in the floor were used to
secure each slave in a kneeling position with, as always, her legs widely spread. While
fuckbunny was being secured in that position, another "worker slave," as she began to
think of them, attached thin electrical wires to her nipple and labia rings. The ring
through her septum was clipped to a cord hanging down from above, effectively
preventing her from looking downward. Fuckbunny could do nothing other than remain
quiet and motionless while the other students were similarly hooked up. Finally, a
large video screen began its slow descent from the ceiling, and a figure appeared. This
lecture, apparently, was going to be a taped one.
"Today's topic is the penis, and how to worship it," the man on the screen began to say.
"As slaves, your entire being - your reason for existence - is to worship and give
pleasure to the penis, and more importantly, to the man owning it. Each penis is
similar, but different, as you can see," the voice said, while penises of all shapes, sizes
and colors flashed on the screen. "Penis, however, is a clinical term. Slaves are not
permitted, except in a clinical setting, to use such words. On your touch screens you
will see a list of terms. You will select the terms that a slave may use when referring to
a penis."
A panel suddenly opened in the short wall directly in front of fuckbunny's face, and a
video screen appeared. A list of words suddenly popped up. Cock, prick, fuck stick,
love sausage...and words in foreign languages that fuckbunny had never even seen
before. She hesitated just a second too long trying to decide. The screen went black,
and a mild shock was administered to her vulva. Not strong enough to cause an outcry,
it certainly got her attention. She vowed to be quicker, even if she answered incorrectly.
The man in the video droned on, but fuckbunny concentrated as hard as she could on
what was being taught. The various parts of the male reproductive system. Where the
pleasure points were located. How to identify an impending orgasm in a male, and how
to delay it, increase the strength of the orgasm, or speed it up. After each small lesson,
another multiple-choice exam. As tired as she was, fuckbunny managed to get every
question during the three hour lecture correct. As a result, she and the other five who
also managed this feat were permitted a few moments to stretch and have a quick drink
of water before the final exam. The other girls, were made to simply remain where they
were.
The end-of-session exam was a bit harder, and as fuckbunny soon discovered, each
incorrect answer increased the strength of the shocks exponentially. By the fifteenth
question, several of the girls were screaming at the intensity; by the twentieth, one had
been knocked into unconsciousness by a particularly hard jolt. Fuckbunny, on the other
hand, managed to answer all but six of the 50 questions correctly, and even the last
shock only brought a stifled moan to her lips.
Once the exam was completed, the screen simply retracted back into the ceiling. With
no instructions to the contrary, several of the slaves began quietly conversing with each
other; fuckbunny resisted the urge, even after the girl next to her started whispering
questions. Instead, she just shook her head to indicate she wasn't going to talk unless
someone with authority told her to. The other slave looked at her in disgust, then
suddenly all her muscles tensed up as the largest shock yet coursed through her body -
and the bodies of the other chatterers. Fuckbunny just looked forward, her head
moving ever so slightly as though saying, "no."
Masters and other Trainers began filtering into the auditorium, methodically
disconnecting their slaves and leading them out of the room. Fuckbunny's Master was
one of the last.
"I hear you did well, toe," he commented as he snapped his leash to her collar.
"Master, this slave's name is no longer toe, Master," she once again explained.
"Really?" he said, one eyebrow cocked. "And what is your name now?"
"Master, this slave's name is 'cum-filled fuckbunny," Master - but it's a lie, Master.
Please don't punish me for telling a lie, Master! I...this slave had to answer, but the
answer is a lie, Master!" she cried pitifully.
"I see," he replied calmly, knowingly. "Your new name is 'cum-filled fuckbunny," but
that's a lie, because you're neither cum-filled nor a fuckbunny, correct?"
"Master, yes, Master," she wept.
"Well, we'll just have to go back to my apartment and do something about that. I
guarantee you'll be cum-filled before morning, slave. The fuckbunny part depends on
you."
Without another word, he walked towards the door, the young, abused slave
scampering almost eagerly behind him as fast as she could on her hands and knees.
