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Part 25
After her enema and shower, and having adorned Ev with the new SLUT earrings, Tarl fingered her wet, black collar.
Handing Ev a scrunchy, he ordered her to put her hair into a pony tail, to better expose the new earrings, and he left the room. She could hear him rummaging through some drawers and the little “tings” of metal rings hitting against metal.
He returned and she noticed several straps of black leather and metal rings hanging from his left hand. She also spied the dreaded thigh cuffs and alligator clips that she hated so much. He tossed the straps to the floor and removed her wet dog collar. There was a slightly red ring around her neck, where the collar had chafed.
“Stand, slut, and turn away from the mirror,” he demanded and she rose to her feet, immediately taking the display position. Tarl smiled at her desire to please. “Just put your hands to your sides.” She obeyed, and lowered her gaze to his crotch.
Over the next few moments, he proceeded to take the leather straps and rings and cinch them tightly around her neck, breasts, and back. Each nipple now had a gold ring encircling it and there was another ring at her throat. She felt more naked with this leather harness than without it.
Tarl intentionally brushed her encircled nipples several times. He noticed how they were now hard like bullets. He reached down and strapped the thigh cuffs on his captive. Once he heard her moan quietly and half expected her to say something, but she did not.
Kneeling before her, he focused on her face as he proceeded to once again attach the serrated clips hanging from the thigh cuffs to her pussy lips, spreading them widely, totally exposed. Her lower lip trembled in pain and anguish, but she did not say a word.
“Present yourself, slave, and look into the mirror!”
Ev turned and quickly spread her legs as far as the thigh chains would allow. She linked her fingers behind her neck, thrust out her now harnessed breasts and arched her back, as though offering herself to Master Tarl.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, slave.”
Ev gasped at what she saw. A day earlier she was a free college coed without a care in the world except for homework and the next exam. The creature reflected in the mirror was barely recognizable. The leather harness made her feel more naked than had she wore nothing. The gold rings over her hard nipples were like magnets which drew her total attention for a moment.
She looked at her gaping pussy lips, held wide open by the clips attached to the thigh cuffs. Her face was transformed, with the tongue and lip rings and the SLUT earrings. It was her, of course, but instead of young innocence, she looked like a sexual animal.
From behind, he reached between her legs, almost tenderly gliding his fingers along her open slit. Ev nibbled at her lip ring, to keep from moaning.
Tarl leaned over her right shoulder and almost tenderly asked, “Do you want me to fuck you, slave?”
For the first time, Ev hesitated before answering, “No, Master, please no.”
Tarl laughed lightly. “Your words say no, but your body says yes, and you know it, slut.”
He walked around to the front, and held his wet finger to his nose, sniffing at her juices. He smiled and held his hand just below her nose. She hesitated for just a moment and then opened her lips and took his finger into her mouth, suckling her pussy juices from his fingers
“Are you hungry, slut?” withdrawing his finger.
“Yes, Master, this slut is very hungry,” Ev replied, her head down.
“I am told that a Master’s semen is rich in protein, so perhaps another serving or two will be sufficient?”
Ev groaned inwardly at the thought, but did not respond. If it was a rhetorical question, she would have no choice.
“Well, slave, what do you think about that?”
“Slave will obey as Master wishes, Master.” The words flowed so easily from her lips, yet she could not believe she had spoken them.
“Haha, well, later. Let’s get some carbs in your little fucktoy body. Down on all fours, slut, and stick out your tongue.” Ev obeyed, though any movement tugged painfully on her pussy lips. Tarl clipped the leash to her tongue ring. With a light tug, she followed in his wake, out the doors and into the hallway.
She padded after him, her tongue hanging from her mouth, making sure that he did not need to tug on the leash. He led her out a sliding door, onto the back porch, covered with an outdoor carpet. He released her tongue from the leash. “Nadu, slave. I will be back with your breakfast in a few minutes. Don’t even think…on second thought, while you could not possibly escape the walls and fences surrounding my estate, it would be a pain in the ass to have to chase you.”
He tugged a pair of handcuffs from the back of his belt and reaching down, and cuffed her ankles together. “As I was saying, I’ll be back in a few minutes and don’t move an inch!”
It was more like 15 minutes later, when Tarl returned with a large, silver dog bowl. In it was steaming macaroni and cheese. He set it before her and she just stared at it. This was breakfast?
“Get to it, slut. Good carbs. Get down with your face; no hands. And eat it all, or else!”
Ev paused, but there were no options. She got on all fours, her pussy lips stretched painfully by the alligator clips. She lowered her head into the bowl. Again, she realized she was reaching new lows in her enslavement to this man. She nibbled at the breakfast slowly, trying not to get it all over her face. Suddenly, he slapped her ass sharply with his open palm. “Faster! We don’t have all day!”
Ev picked up the pace, trying to get down the gummy mess. Tarl watched her finish lick the bowl clean, then ordered her back to nadu. He took a wet cloth and wiped her face, being careful around her pierced lip.
“Well?” he questioned.
Ev was not sure what he meant and so said nothing? “No gratitude for this gourmet meal? If you prefer, next time I will feed you real dog food and a bowl of my piss!”
“Thank you, Master, for this delicious meal!” she quickly squealed, afraid he would actually do as he threatened.
“Hmmm. That did not sound too sincere, slave.”
“Master, please forgive your slave for not immediately and enthusiastically thanking you. She did not think she was allowed to speak without permission. Gyrl loved her breakfast and thanks you very much!”
“That’s better! Are you appreciative enough to beg me to fuck you, slave?”
“Please, Master, please no, Master.” As usual, Tarl chuckled knowingly.
“Show your appreciation, slut. Pleasure your Master,” and he lowered his pants, revealing his engorged cock.
Remembering her last experience, Ev showed total enthusiasm and energy, her pierced tongue swirling and lapping around his cock and balls, her pierced lip surrounding and sucking and caressing like his was the last cock on the planet. She did not think in terms of degradation. She thought only of pleasing this man who could bring her such pain.
Tarl moaned with pleasure and reached down to pull her face deeper into his crotch. Ev’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. She sensed warmth and a somewhat unpleasant odor, but did not slack in her efforts. His cock was deep in her throat and for a moment she felt like gagging. She pulled back only slightly to relieve the pressure at the back of her throat.
“I’m cumming, slut!” Tarl filled his slut’s mouth with his nectar, Ev swallowing and lapping as fast as possible, not letting one drop escape. Tarl let out an animalistic cry of pleasure, thoroughly satisfied, thoroughly sated. He stepped back from his slut.
Ev returned to the nadu position, her nose and lips coated in his semen. Her heart slowed, as though warming down from an energetic exercise. Only then did she think for the first time how slavelike she had acted, how for those few moments she desired only to please her Master. A wave of despair washed over her.
“Stick out your tongue, slut,” he chuckled. “Time to continue your training.” And he led her back into the house, headed towards her prison within.
Part 26
Tarl led his bondaged slut back to the bedroom. In their few hours together, he had focused on shock and pain, on humiliation and pleasure. He was pleased the way she had just taken his cock with unbridled enthusiasm. Yes, this slut had potential. He would hate to give her up to Janet when the time came.
He led her back to the bedroom. “You are a good slut, so you shall be rewarded.” First he released her tongue from the leash and then he released her nearly numb pussy lips from the clips. Her momentary happiness at the praise was shattered from the pain of the blood returning to her tender lips. Ev stifled a cry of anguish, trying her best to please him. Her head hung low, as she quivered from the pain and degradation.
“What are you?”
She picked up on the question and responded. “This girl is a slave and a slut, Master.”
“Good answer, slave. What is your desire?”
“This slave’s desire is to please you, Master.” Like a robot, she responded, then realized she was not really lying. She was so confused right now.
“How many holes do you have to pleasure me with, slave?”
Ev paused a moment, fearing he was trying to trap her into begging to be fucked. “Slave has three holes, Master, to pleasure you.”
“You have proven your mouth hole to be an effective giver of pleasure, slave, but that leaves two holes to go. Crawl to the bench, slave. I want to introduce you to someone.”
“Someone?” Ev thought? She raised her head high enough to see where he was pointing. It was a padded bench, about 6 feet long. She crawled onto the bench and was pushed back so that she lay flat. Tarl tied two straps across her upper body, effectively confining her arms and hands to the side of her torso. Ev wanted so badly to protest, but knew it would only bring her more punishment.
Just below her ass, the bench was partitioned and Tarl strapped her legs with three leather bindings separately. One strap was atop her thigh cuffs, another across her calf, and a final bound her ankles to the bench. With a click, the lower part of the bench split into two and he pushed her legs widely apart, completely exposing his slave’s shaven pussy.
Finally, Tarl took a strap across Ev’s forehead to immobilize her head to the bench. “Open your mouth hole, slave.” With a whimper, she obeyed and a final strip of leather was placed across her open mouth and velcroed to the bench. Ev was totally immobilized and at Tarl’s mercy.
He knelt down between her opened legs to examine her pussy. His fingers played almost tenderly over the scratched and reddened lips. A moan escaped Ev’s strapped mouth. “Mmmmmm…,” Tarl hummed. He pulled her lips apart and with his pinkie nail he scratched her quickly engorging clit. He lowered his head and with his tongue began to tease Ev’s clit. Her moaning increased and he sensed her trying to move towards, rather than away from his invading tongue.
He nibbled on her sex lips, and he could feel her body taut and tense. “I bet those nasty alligator clips hurt, don’t they, slut?” A mew escaped her gagged mouth. “I know. I know. What we need are some rings in your pussy lips to match the ring in your mouth lip. Then we can tie your cunt wide open. Would you like that, slut?”
“ooooooooo,” she wailed, shaken by his threat.
“And then I can padlock your pussy closed so only I can use it. That is, when you beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fuck you, slave.”
“ooooooo.” Tarl chuckled at her resistance. Admirable, but clearly weakening.
Tarl walked across the room and opened a walk-in closet. Ev could hear something on wheels moving towards her, but could not move even an inch to see what he was bringing. “This is called The Invader, slave. I am quite certain that your hymen is no longer completely intact. In fact, I am sure of it. You may officially be a virgin, but unofficially I doubt it. It is most certainly torn from various activities, and really, for a slave, it is a nuisance.” Ev could not resist pleading her case. “oooooooo, eeeeesssseeee, oooooooo.”
Tarl had been arranging the machine so that at its full extension, the electrically powered dildo barely touched her opening, just tickling her lips. “I have honored your wish to not fuck you, slave, and to not take your precious virginity until you beg me to do so. Maybe the concern about popping your cherry was your main worry.” With a flick of a switch, the mechanical arm began to move back and forth quite slowly, and the dildo at the tip began to spin, also quite slowly. Ev tensed, feeling the unknown invader touch her tender lips.
He rolled the machine closer to the bondaged Ev, levelling the dildo at her pussy opening. He thought of clipping her wet and juicing lips and spreading them wide open, but decided not to. He moved the machine closer, the rotating dildo entering Ev perhaps an inch. She squealed at the deeper penetration. Tarl moved it deeper, now passing the two inch mark. Ev was panicking. She could do nothing to stop the inevitable. For several minutes, Ev moaned and begged, as the invader plunged deeper and deeper, spinning around inside her love hole. Three inches, well past the hymen barrier, there was nothing to stop it now. Within seconds, Ev would have experienced the most explosive orgasm of her life, when suddenly it stopped!
“Uh, oo, aiiiiiiiiiiii,” she uttered, much to Tarl’s delight. She was so close, she could feel the molten magma boiling within her. Ev was ready to yield to her body’s cry for release, when suddenly it stopped!
“Now we’re getting somewhere, slut. I will set this on automatic and come back later. By then you will know why it is called The Invader and maybe you will beg me to fuck you.”
“eeeeeessssssssss, eeeeeeessssssss,” she wailed into her leather gag.
“Does that mean you want me to fuck you now, slave?” Tarl leaned over and stared into her almond eyes.
“oooooooooooooo,” she was able to exclaim, slightly shaking her head no.
“Then enjoy,” and with that, Tarl walked away, turning on The Invader as he walked past. Ten seconds later it came to life, the first plunge entering Ev’s pussy at 4 inches, spinning and plunging out 3 inches and then back into the 4 inch mark. Ev shook and tried her best to raise her hips and help the invader trigger her orgasm, when suddenly it stopped. For over a minute, Ev lay on her back, inwardly begging the dildo to reenter and push her over the edge.
Again and again, The Invader fucked the helpless slave until she was on the edge. Again and again it stopped seconds before orgasm. Insidious in its timing, Ev was frantic. She had become a reactive animal, unable to think clearly, wanting only the release she was continually denied.
Tarl had never really left Ev. He had camera equipment to watch and film her every move, and had been reclining and having a beer while he watched his slave for the past 45 minutes. He had also talked with Janet about further plans. He was not pleased that Nathan and his slut were coming over today, but maybe he could create a doubly good and doubly humiliating situation. “Time to go check on my slave and to continue her training,” he thought, rising from the chair.
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