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Deep Inside Sarah

Part 3

                                        DEEP INSIDE SARAH



Thanks to overwhelming response and reader suggestion, Sarahs tale continues, and now starts to get seriously kinky. If you cannot respect and understand that this is pure fantasy, please do not read on. Thanks to the many who have contributed-you know who you are! Doc





                                            Chapter 3




Waking the next morning to the eager face licking that Master Brutus was administering, Sarah quickly gathered herself together and, shaking off the troubled dreams she had experienced after yesterdays developments,  busied herself with her oral worship of her canine superior, her brightly coloured scalp bobbing with increasing urgency in his hairy lap, her heavily pierced tongue busy and inventive, until the muscles in her jaw hinges stretched as his knot formed, and she was held captive by the orange sized swelling, only able to tease its girth with her tongue as her beaded throat spasmed gently around the much thinner business end of his weapon. Squeezing his great balls with her tiny hand, she felt the knot give one massive throb, and squealed in gratitude around his shaft as the seemingly endless torrent of watery but ambrosial doggie cum bathed the upper reaches of her throat in warmth.

After a few minutes, she felt her jaw hinges relax as the vascular ball lost some pressure, and eventually Master Brutus was able to withdraw. As the rest of his member popped out of her mouth, she went to sit up, but a low rumbling growl reminder her that her work was not yet done, and she spent a further five minutes diligently licking his entire genitalia clean until he got up with a sigh, effectively dismissing her.

Put firmly in her place by the Great Dane, she padded to the en-suite and performed her daily anal ablutions thoroughly before showering, all the time reflecting on the way she had felt yesterday when she saw Paulas new tattoo, and more so on how strongly she had orgasmed when totally humiliated by the loathsome Roger.

As she sat at the dresser fixing her make-up, she noted that she had, without instruction, made an extra special effort this morning. Her eyes were more Cleopatra-esque than ever this morning, and she applied the brown lip-gloss with enthusiasm, not even pausing to ponder why she had chosen it over the scarlet.

As Ceebert breezed in cheerily with her morning injections, she made polite but distant conversation with her favourite Master as he fixed her syringes, and only really focussed and gave him her true attention when the full whack of the venom hit her coal-black six inch areolae, and she gasped her thanks, remembering why she loved this man so much.

“ A little distant this morning, slut?” teased Ceebert. Best snap out of it….Maisy is taking you out in public this morning, so you need to be on your best behaviour. Shell be here to dress you in a moment.”

Right on cue, as Ceebert cleared his hypos away, and Sarah knelt before him to thank him for the gifts he had injected into her gourds, the door opened and in she swept.

“Morning C, morning slut” she enthused. “ Ill go in the bedroom and lay out your clothes for todays outing that your ever caring husband Teddy has arranged for you whilst you finish up here” she continued, and exited as Sarahs brown lips began their descent of Ceeberts massive pole.

Ten minutes later, as Maisy finally made the selection and laid it all out on the bed, Sarah was rewarded with her second bellyful of cum of the morning.

Bidding her favourite Master a fond farewell the heavily tattooed slut walked into the bedroom, her gourds swaying low on her chest, the nine-inch leather cinches aiming them fully southwards. The bells in her labia tinkled cheerfully as she approached Maisy and allowed her to dress her like a baby.

Admiring the finished product in the full-length mirrors, she couldnt help but be impressed with her choice. An African style silk leopard print summer dress covered her body in a semi-see through diaphanous tribal curtain. The silk clung closely enough to her gourds to make it immediately apparent that they were unfettered and pendulous in their magnificence, but preserved enough dignity at a single glance to stop her getting arrested. She wore no underwear, allowing her bells to swing without restriction, but Maisy had provided matching leopard print stockings that were tied around her pretty white thighs by brown silk ribbons. Her dainty feet sat in impossibly high five inch pumps that made walking become hobbling, and her beautiful bald head was wrapped in a tribal style matching silk headdress, held in place by a gold chain, the clasp of which, if you looked closely, was in the shape of a horses cock.

Gasping in disappointment as Maisy had applied the headdress, she had explained that the places she was visiting this morning were very much in the public domain, and the headdress would prevent them being arrested for obscenity. There would be plenty of time to display her scalp tattoos at a later date, which pacified the slut, and as she took in the full majesty of her Africanised appearance, she felt a swell of pride.

As a final touch, Maisy buckled the pink “Slut” collar around her neck, hiding the breathing portal and tattoo. Pronouncing her ready, she attached her leash, and led her out through the mansion to the pimpmobile, where a smiling Leroy greeted them both, before whisking them away with a swoosh to wherever it was Teddy had pulled those strings to achieve.

Ten minutes later, as they pulled into the car park of the Court Offices, Leroy explained

“ After stage one of your rehabilitation was completed, your reward was your baldness, slut Sarah…..however, the corn fed white prick tease that was the subject of that rehabilitation is gone, and we need to demonstrate that. The new, meaningful black cock servant that we have created needs her own identity. Fortunately, your new husband is well connected, and has arranged for your name to be changed officially this morning by the local Judge. Most have to wait years for such officialdom, so be respectful.”

Parking, he opened the door, and Maisy proudly led her charge unsteadily on those massive heels into the austere courtroom where she was apparently expected. Walking with her feet virtually “en pointe” made her cinched gourds swing like pendulums, and heads turned in every corridor to watch as they approached the deed poll office.

He judge was very distinguished, unflappable man, who had clearly been well briefed by Teddy. He appeared totally unfazed by the sight of this heavily modified pale skinned beauty in African tribal regalia being led in on a leash.

“ Good morning Sarah- have a seat both of you” he gestured, chuckling inwardly at the irony of the fact that this was the last time she would ever be correctly addressed as that.

“ Teddy has supplied me with all the documentation I need to change your name by deed poll. I have prepared the paperwork in advance, all I need is a signature and a witness.”

So well trained was the slut, she signed on demand without even reading it. It was only after a smiling Maisy had witnessed the act that the Judge spoke and revealed her new identity.

“ By signing these deeds, and by the power invested in me by the state, you will henceforth be legally named “ Asswhore-Sarah Ophiophile Blackcockslut. You will need to have your drivers license, bank accounts etc changed to match. Your new passport will arrive in the mail soon-we already have the rather interesting photo that will appear on it. In the meantime, here is your new amended birth certificate, Miss Blackcockslut. It simply remains for the official seal to be placed on you, and we are done”

Still reeling at the fact that she now had a new, porn star identity, she wondered what he could mean by the official seal? As if reading her mind, Maisy stood from her seat, and reached gently around the sluts head to where the horsecock clasp held the headdress in place.  Slowly unwrapping the silk headdress, the vivid colours of the plethora of obscenity that adorned her shaved head was gradually revealed. Placing her hands gently on the sluts temples, Maisy slowly tipped her head forward into the genuflection position, and, reaching across to the old Judge who had also stood. She unzipped his fly and eased his old member from its lair. Easing the foreskin back, Maisy gently masturbated the old mans cock to full erection, and then as he eagerly traced the outline of the filth that was inked on her scalp, she brought him quickly to orgasm, anointing the top of Asswhore-Sarahs head with his copious seed in a ritual baptism to make her new identity official.

Quickly reapplying the headdress before the precious seed ran down her face, her head was swathed in a cum and silk poultice that she would wear publicly for the rest of the morning.


Thanking the judge profusely for his attentions, Maisy led the newly named asswhore out of the building and back to the pimpmobile.

As Leroy pulled away, she explained to her leashed slut that she had an appointment at the license office to register her new name, and shortly afterwards at her bank to have all the names on her bank accounts and cards changed.


As they sat in the license bureau waiting their turn, Asswhore-sarah could feel eyes all over her- some where trying to make out the ink that lay only half concealed under her silk, others wanted to check out the outline of those impossibly shaped gourds that swung so enticingly under her robe.

As the tannoy barked into life and called “Miss Blackcockslut” to the interview room, Sarah actually flushed red as every eye in the room followed her, and the tinkling of her pussy bells was not quite drowned out by the excited murmurs as she walked.

The license clerks were two young white nerds, whose excitement at processing such an amazing client nearly reached fever pitch when they told her that headgear was not permitted for license photos. As Maisy again unwound the now saturated headdress, the lads could barely conceal their erections as they took her shots and filled in her forms. Maisy wondered about rewarding them, but they were white, and off limits unless she had them fuck her urethera. Thinking how deliciously humiliating that would be, she remembered with a start that the key to her chastity was round Teddys neck, and only Winston had a copy. Regretting an opportunity missed, she thanked the young, wide-eyed nerds who could not stop ogling her slut.

“Well done lads- Asswhore-sarah is needed elsewhere now, but call my cell sometime and maybe we can find a way she can thank you properly?” she teased. Sarah blushed deeply as Maisy reapplied the damp headdress and they exited with a tinkle.


After an amusing half hour at the bank, where the clerks continually amused themselves by using Sarahs full name every time they addressed her, she had new accounts and cards in the name of “Asswhore-sarah Ophiophile Blackcockslut”

Probably more embarrassed by now than at any stage in her rehabilitation, she sat uncomfortably in the back of the pimpmobile as it returned home, coming to terms with her new identity, and confused as the spasms in her anus, slutnips, and, not for the first time, her stomach built. Sensing her mounting excitement, Maisy reached under her leopard-print silk and lifted one of her tightly cinched gourds by the first of its bone piercings. With her other hand she reached into her purse and retrieved a black flexible dildo about fourteen inches long, and well over two inches in diameter, with a sword-like plate near the end that defined where the weapon ended and the handle began.

Stroking the sluts gourd, she whispered into her ear “did all that excite you, Miss Blackcockslut? Does asswhore-sarah need to cum?” she whispered teasingly. Biting her lip with sexual tension, she gasped  “Yes please Mistress”

Twisting her nipple savagely, the sluts shiny brown lips opened in a moan, and Maisy offered it the tip of the bendy black dildo. Needing no invitation, Sarah threw her head back to straighten her oesophagus, and Maisy felt little resistance as she pushed the rubber monster firmly and steadily toward her stomach. Twisting the nipple even harder, as the black invader stretched her lips obscenely around its girth, Maisy watched the bulge travel down the contour of her neck, past the collar line, as her first humili-orgasm of the day ripped through her, and she savoured the cool clinginess that covered her scalp as she screamed silently around the rubber pole.


Whilst Sarah showered and changed, Maisy reported back to Teddy that his bride was now officially christened. Beaming widely, he turned to his cousin Roger

“ Now the slut is officially in her new life, we need to turn the wick up a bit, Cuz. The laundry boys are working on her chest after lunch. Ceebert needs her for a couple after that. Why dont you have her for the rest of the day when hes done and see if you can get her over this scat hurdle? Its not my scene, but it needs to happen, plus her viewers are clamouring for it-they want to see her beg for it, and the PPV audience for that happening is potentially massive?”

“Leave it to me Cuz” beamed Roger. “Ill start her training today. I know its the first thing shes really struggled with, but it will happen. Ill give you a timescale for the PPV when Ive finished with her this evening.”


After a light lunch served by an increasingly feminine and pink Darcy, whose capacity to carry weight at her ball bag seemed limitless, during which Winston toasted the arrival to the household of “Asswhore-sarah Ophiophile Blackcockslut” with champagne, she was instructed to attend the punishment room where Rufus and Eric had an appointment with her gourds.

She was not naïve enough to think that the ruination of her once perfect breasts was complete, but, painful though they were, the ministrations of the laundry crew did result in her headed towards the shape her masters required of her. The increasing pleasure she derived from breast pain no longer troubled her and, although their breast reshaping techniques went beyond the point where her brain processed it all as pleasure once sufficiently aroused, she no longer dreaded seeing the two heavily muscled artisans.

Clad in a catsuit that was cut out to expose her gourds and crotch, but enclosed the rest of her in semi transparent pink latex which felt reassuringly sensual, but still offered an unrestricted view of her tattoos, she felt the inflation bulb of her pussy bladder bang against her thighs as she walked, keeping a sort of harmony up with the ever present tinkling of her labial bells.

Entering the punishment room, she saw the familiar musculature of Rufus and Eric, but also clocked someone new.

A tall white guy, somewhere in his thirties, accompanied the laundrymen.

Brown eyed, with short brown hair, glasses, and a neat goatee, he was introduced to her as “Master Pedro” quite good looking for a white guy, Sarah curtseyed and then stood to attention as Rufus spoke.

“Hi Asswhore-sarah-nice to see you again. I love the outfit-shows all of your assets off to perfection, but lets those wonderful cinched gourds point south like they were always meant to. Love the new jewellery too- the bones really suit you. We will only be working on the breast meat today, so the jewellery can stay in. I think they must have got those nipples up to six inches in diameter now, which is a great achievement. Master Pedro here is the foremost lifestyle expert in breast modification. Up until now we have kept it in house and black, but there is no black master that we know of with his expertise. As we reach the limit of the stretching we can perform on your gourds, which we shall do in a few weeks, he will be taking over and carrying out the next phase of your breast and nipple modifications. This will not happen for some while yet, so no need to concern yourself unduly. Today all he will do is observe, although before we start, he needs to examine and measure you very accurately in order to prepare certain aspects of your journey in advance.

I will just give you todays dose of cellular restructuring medicine, and then while it works Pedro can check you out- then we are giving your gourds a really thorough going over in an attempt to get them in the twelve inch cinches ahead of schedule.

With that, Eric appeared and lifted her left gourd while Rufus unbuckled the cinche. Sarah gasped in pain as the blood rushed back into her left breast, and the whole gland was swamped with a sensation of pins and needles. As they unbuckled the other, and the blood flow returned to normal, it was immediately apparent that the cinches had altered her breast shape for ever. Even unfettered they now hung toward her waist, the dark areolae pointing toward the floor like gold-rimmed headlights as her once proud titmeat now surrendered totally to gravity.

Lifting one gourd over his arm like one would cradle a kitten, Rufus held the breast marrow-like at right angles to her chest, and Eric sank a long thick needle deep into her breast, and depressed the plunder slowly, filling her with the cellular restructuring juice that would make the way they left her bosom at the end of the afternoon session permanent.

Repeating the procedure with the other, they left the venom to work, as Master Pedro appeared, clipboard in hand, and spoke.

“Hi Asswhore-sarah. It is a pleasure to meet you. Teddy has been a fan of my work for some while now, and it was a great honour when he told me you had been selected to be the subject of one of my new procedures. I cannot discuss in with you yet, but I need a totally accurate picture of your breast structure, and to a lesser extent your whole body so that my technicians can prepare for your journey. All I am doing today is measuring, so relax”

Despite the softness of his voice, Sarah could tell this man had a sinister focus, and was wary of him in the same way she was of Roger. How ironic that Roger was in danger of becoming her most intense orgasm provider?

For a full half hour, the tall white boffin measured ever inch of her. He measured her nipples to the nearest millimetre, weighed her breasts as best he could with scales to try and judge how much substance they contained. He took their circumference, the distance from where they met her chest underneath to the rim of her areolae-you name it, he measured it. The part that took the longest, however, was the care he took in positioning her breasts at precise right angles to her chest, and then precisely charting the distance from the very tip of her teat to the very base of her breast where it became rib….almost as if he needed to know their depth.

Finally satisfied, he left, and Rufus and Eric strapped the somewhat bewildered slut into the bondage wheel that Roger had so ruthlessly used to facilitate the beating of her breast undersides the previous day.

As the buckled her in, they sensed her worry at the significance of Pedros introduction to her training.

“No good asking us, slut- all we know is that he is considered an expert in his field of breast modification, and that he goes where no man has gone before…sorry we cant tell you more”

Even more confused, she started to panic until the first pair of strong hands started stretching and kneading her gourd meat, now pillowy soft thanks to the drugs. As the other pair grabbed its twin, and her tandem breast defilement gathered fury, all worry about Pedro was forgotten, as for the next hour, they tried their hardest to pull her breasts clean off her chest, stretching squeezing and pulling her gourds until pleasure and pain became indistinguishable, and, despite herself, she felt her anus start to spasm harder and harder until one anal orgasm became another, and eventually a tidal wave of feeling that made her scream out in either pain or pleasure, or both- easiest to call it euphoria really?

As she fought to retain consciousness, she again felt the pyloric sphincter in her stomach speak to her, and she thought of the snakes and how only they could reach that part of her.

After an hour, it was done, and her gourds, scarlet from abuse, hung nearly to her waist.

Pleased and impressed with their achievements, the laundrymen fetched the twelve-inch leather cinches, pretty in pink, and laced them tightly round her breasts, making them look alarmingly like balloons filled with water.

Pleased with their work they availed themselves of her mouth-urinal, as seemed to be their favoured method of reward, and left, leaving her with a belly full of piss and a chest full of restructured cells.


Her breast stretching sessions always took it out of her, and, although it was with reluctance that she peeled off the latex cat suit that felt so good, it was with relief that she settled back in Ceeberts comfy leather tattoo chair and half dozed as he started on the next phase of her ink.

It seemed her paying audience had taken rather a shine to her snake adventures, and in response to overwhelming pressure, he was to add a second snake to her other leg. This one, however, was to go the full length from ankle to buttock, spiralling up her leg before also vanishing into her anus on the other side from the corn snake already inked in her skin. This snake was different, though-it was much bigger and fatter, and was a mixture of browns and greens. It looked more like a constrictor, thought Sarah as she dreamily watched her Master etch it into her skin forever. Due to its size, it would take several sittings, but he finished the outline, and then, in a rare show of self-indulgence, he added a third, very small snake, that crossed her pubis below the no-entry sign before vanishing to earth suspiciously close to the outlet of her catheter!

Sarah barely noticed the kiss of Ceeberts needles, as the fire in her chest took a while to subside- but when he finished, and packed his guns away, she found she kind of missed it?


After another shower, she donned a light silk robe that would not stick to her new ink, and went down to dinner

Winston and Teddy were both there, and they talked enthusiastically about her day, constantly teasing her by calling her Miss Blackcockslut, although they had already decided privately that they would still refer to her as Sarah in private, only using her full name when it would humiliate.

Teddy opened her wrap and lifted her still throbbing gourds one by one.

“These are coming along nicely, slut. I think out of respect to all the effort we have put into them, you should rest them on the tale when you take your meals, one either side of your plate-they are long enough for that now”

As Darcy watched in amazement as what used to be her wifes much admired chest flopped onto the table like two beaver tails, in response to her new husbands command, she realised that Sarah was not to be spared humiliation even at mealtimes henceforth-so why was she smiling?


As Darcy served coffee, Winston cheekily snapped her pink suspenders as she bent over to serve Sarah. Looking down her satin camisole, she was shocked to see what was now a quite presentable pair of breasts peek out from their tactile envelope. Whatever Paula was giving her, it was working! Those huge brass weights at her balls still looked awfully painful though.


As they finished coffee, Sarah felt well at ease with life despite the pain in her gourds, and probably because of the throb of her newest tattoo.

That sense of well-being was shattered, however, by Teddys instruction that she spend the rest of the night with Roger, and should report to the pet store.


Waves of revulsion swept over her as she walked to meet her nemesis- even the soft tinkling of her bells didnt relax her- but her pylorus was spasming with excitement.

As she entered the pet store, Roger was stood by the glass tank in the centre, feeding the corn snakes live mice. As he offered the treat to a vivid orange serpent, Sarah watched as his jaw opened wide to accommodate an unnaturally wide load, and felt a wave of excitement tinge with jealousy, as she remembered with surprising fondness what those magnificent reptiles felt like as they slid down her throat, and how she had wished that she could articulate her jaw like that.

Seeing her eyes light up, Roger knew that he was right, and that the seeds were well sown.

“Remember these, slut” he teased “The tank contains quite a few more than it used to- and that bondage horse in the centre has been custom made for you, unlike before- once strapped into that, you will be held totally immobile on all fours, spread wide open, for as long as I choose. The snakes will have unrestricted access to wherever you choose to make available to them. We also have some newer, more challenging inmates in the glass tanks along the walls, which you have not yet met, but can be added to the mix at any time. I have even stocked up on this” he teased, showing her a cupboard stocked full of high powered, long lasting antacid medicine.

Sarah gasped, partly in shock at the way he assumed she was ready for all this, but mostly at the way the waves of pleasure in her stomach threatened to make her legs give way. She realised it now- she needed a stomach orgasm-nothing else would do. Seeing that this man held the key to her needs, she decided that she would try and show him some respect, and bowed her head as she replied softly “yes Master, I remember them well”

“ Do you want me to strap you into the tank, Sarah?” he offered

“Yes Master, more than anything” she blushed

“What will you do to achieve that, slut?” he teased

“Whatever is required Master” came the whispered but truthful answer.

“Excellent-follow me” he announced, and led her out of the pet store, along a maze of corridors, until she came to a room she had not visited since her tour upon arrival-the ablution room!

Sensing what was coming, she gulped and went in. She had known for a while now that this was inevitable, but not with Roger…please not him!


Realising there was no escape now, she allowed him to slip her robe from her shoulders and, pausing to admire her multicoloured skin, he led her into a fully tiled room apart from everything else, and gestured toward two chrome rails set into the floor about a foot apart. Attached to the pair of rails was a rubber head harness, with ring gag. Atop the chrome rails sat a steel toilet seat. This was it-judgement day.

Trying not to whimper with fright, she tried to focus on the reptilian lovers that awaited her in the glass tank as he laid her on the floor and buckled her head into the harness.

“It is usual for this sort of training to use the ring gag the first few times, so as to remove any choice you may think you have in the matter- but you are our star pupil-I know you will capitulate willingly” he teased, as he finished fastening her bald head into the cage and dropped his pants and at on the seat, his black ass just two inches above her face.

As his sphincter came into view, her training took over, and her mouth started to salivate. She was trained to rim any black- and to crave to do so. Teddys voice from way back boomed in her head “ pleasure Sarah”, and her well conditioned tongue snaked out to adore her Masters anus.

Just as she was losing herself in the act, and her tongue was in to the first piercing, she felt his muscles tense, and her tongue was pushed back by an irresistible force.

As his load forced her tongue out, and started to open her sphincter, Sarah tried to tell herself that this was her role in life, and that it was a gift from her Masters, but as soon as the tip of that mighty log approached her mouth, she felt the bile start to rise.

Sensing this, and determined to freak her out as much as possible, Roger relaxed, and the log eased back inside his body. Knowing her orders, and seeing a closed anus, the sluts tongue automatically snaked out again to caress it, only to be pushed back again by the re-emergence of the turd.

Ten times he teased her like this, until as tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks, he pushed extra hard on the eleventh push and a mighty stool fully twelve inches long slithered into her obediently open mouth and filled it like a Boston cream pies does. Her brown lipsticked mouth could only take the first few inches, as her throat closed by a reflex that was all but forgotten, and the other nine inches of the delivery stood proud from her mouth for a few seconds, before breaking off and rolling down her cheek onto the floor.

Terrified of underachieving, Sarah tried to make herself swallow the load in her mouth, but couldnt bring herself to chew it in order to swallow, and tears poured down her cheeks again as she lay there with the giant log in her mouth, unsure what to do next.

Pulling his pants back up, Roger knelt on the floor next to the shit- covered slut and angrily told her

“Such a disappointment, slut. We cater for everything that excites you, and the first time we ask for anything in return, you fail. You will eat that load, in its entirety, slut-rest assured of that. All you need is a little encouragement.

With that, she heard him rustling in drawers, and then returned with several packs of thick needles.

Unwrapping the first needle, he lifted her left cinched gourd by the bone piercing, and offered the sharp tip to her coal black areola.

“ Chew and swallow slut-one bite at a time” he boomed. Scared into compliance, she made the first bite, trying not to retch as the bitter taste invaded her mouth. As she started to chew, she felt the needle against her nipple break the skin. Feeling something new, she chewed a little more, realising that the taste was actually the same as she got when rimming, just much more concentrated. The more she chewed, the deeper the needle pierced her nipple, starting off her orgasmic journey into tit-world. Resigning herself to the inevitable, she swallowed the contents of her mouth, and as it slid down her throat, Roger thrust the needle fully four inches into her breast, right to the plastic hilt. Shocked by the sudden needling, she forgot her disgust, and swallowed until her mouth was empty, at which point she could moan with needle-pleasure as she was meant to.

“Good slut- thats more like it- now the next bit” cooed Roger, as he used a spoon to load more of his shit into her mouth and unwrapped another needle.

Reminded of the taste, she felt the urge to vomit rise again, but the needle in her other nipple took her mind off it, and she chewed quickly, wanting to get to the part where he pushed the needle into the hilt. As she swallowed, Roger obliged, and she felt tit-world take over.

As Roger spooned the third and fourth loads in, she started to chew before the needle was applied. By the fifth and sixth, she was chewing before the needle was out of the packet. Seven and eight saw her chewed and ready to swallow as soon as the needle packet rustled.

By the time sixteen needles were embedded to the hilt in her nipples, and all of the shit was gone, she was swallowing automatically, and despite herself, she orgasmed herself unconscious.


It was fully a half hour before she had the strength to get to her feet and shower. As the scalding water washed the stench of the shit away, she tried to pretend that had not just happened. What did it matter anyway, she had proved herself, and now she would be reunited with her beloved snakes- maybe she would never have to visit the ablution room again?

As she dried herself and slipped her robe back on, she went out to face Roger, feeling she had earned her snakes. She was shocked to see Maisy there.

“Take this slut back to her room- no pet store for her tonight; she needs to do much better than that” he dismissed her

Sobbing and distraught, Sarah allowed herself to be led back to her suite for the night.

“ Did I do badly Mistress?” she asked as they entered her bedroom.

“No, slut, you did better than I expected” soothed Maisy as she buckled Sarah into the mating frame that sat unused till now in the corner of her room, and an excited Brutus padded in to give her her reward.


As Roger locked the ablution room for the night, Teddy and Webmaster Jay appeared


“ Book the PPV for two weeks time, Cuz” He said  “ Shell be begging for it and meaning it by then”





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