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Do not read this if you are underage or easily offended by extreme sex
and torture set into a purely fictional account. 

"Our Heroine, Heather, faces self-reflection..."

She felt that he could not push the dildo in any further.  Heather's ass
was already dripping precipitously with a combination of cum and blood
and sweat. The gangbang had been going on now for six, maybe seven
hours; Heather lost count. Her Master was an extremely demanding
individual. And this was just one out of many demanding nights that
Heather had faced.

Her Master after all was the one who thrilled to see her exhibit a
growing interest in dancing at Kenny's Gold Club downtown. She had no
idea how much money could be made with her body and her personality.
Heather soon found out. In her first rookie week, she netted over $1200.
She was ecstatic and her Master, though behaving cooly, was pleased. 

Once she had the cash in hand, she insisted on going shopping with her
Master. They bought a variety of skimpy clothes and scandalous toys on
their fun trips. The dildo penetrating her ass was one of those toys. It
was easily 7 inches long and painfully wide. Her Master had instructed
her to work her way up to this dildo, but Heather had been reluctant
about letting anything discover her tender virgin asshole, so she  kept
putting it off. Now, as the strangers pummeled her raw ass again and
again with this 7-inch monster, Heather wished to God that she had
implemented her Master's knowing advice.

Heather reminded herself again that it was useless to resist her
attraction to her Master, and, as this experience was teaching her, it
was also foolish to ignore his expert advice. She was not sure how many
slaves he had trained previously, or how  far he had trained them, and
frankly she  wasn't sure that she really wanted to know the truth. All
Heather wanted to be was his The Favorite Slave. 

After the "gentlemen" were finished having fun with the messy dildo, one
of them brought it over to Heather's mouth. A dick presently occupying
her lips and mouth had to be removed in order to properly present the
slimy metal dildo. Then, Heather was not so much told what to do as she
knew what was expected of her. She eagerly sucked and licked on the
dildo that was from end to end covered in juices and fluids. 

Heather always enjoyed the taste of her Master's cum in her mouth, and
she never resisted a chance to taste her own pussy juices, but this dark
and wet combination of taboo flavors almost caused her to throw up. She
fought the urge and galantly lunged her throat forward for the dildo.
Heather made quick work of the liquids, and, as she had already consumed
several Crown Royal Cokes before, the taste of it seemed diluted and
inoffensive.

She and her Master had met quite on different terms, and in fact,
Heather had guessed to him to be a rather soft and sensitive-only type
of man. The darkness that pushed from within was often well-concealed by
his wit and charm. What she did not know then would serve to please her
over and over in the future of their relationship; hurt her and please
her simulataneously.  As Heather dropped the dildo from her exhausted
mouth, she glanced up at him and remembered how dashing he dressed that
first night on their first date.  Her Master only acknowledged her with
a slight but approving grin, saying nothing verbally, but saying volumes
with his dispassionate exterior.

Her Master handed the cat o' nine tails to the most vicious-looking of
them, but internally, Heather knew that the cat had never been very
painful to her. It left a few stray marks, and sometimes those marks
would elicit queries from the other girls and patrons, but the pain was
not so intense. The tails of this whip echoed their violence in the
hollowness of the warehouse, but Heather could still wear a pleased
expression under her blonde hair. 

The only trials she had to undergo were the occasional visits of the
needle family. Her Master had a set of sharp needles that he liked to
command into her breast meat and her nipples. Heather recalled one night
actually asking for the needles in her breasts without any provocation
whatsoever. She could still feel the steel poking through her flesh as
she was forcing to look down and observe the state of her body with two
dozen 2" needles sticking inside her. Her Master playfully poked her
shaved pussy lips, but he never had mentally prepared Heather for that
invasion, so he relented. Without speaking her mind, Heather wondered
how long it would be before she begged him to use the needles on her
tender clit and pussy lips. 

One night at a friend's house, Heather even had gotten herself drunk
enough to say that she would drink his piss. Her Master calmly noted
this acsension and some days later, without her knowledge he added one
part piss to every four parts liquid she drank. Whether it was orange
juice or Sprite, anything but water, he would produce a small amount of
his own piss and enjoy a silent internal smile as Heather downed the
contents. He gleamed at the knowledge that Heather was already further
down that road to absolute slavery than she herself knewn.

The next stage for Heather, her Master felt, was to begin the physical
alterations. Heather's body was already getting tighter and more
physically fit with the new workout routines and the constant club
dancing. Now, the other items that started out as mere suggestions were
on the agenda to be accomplished. 

Heather's breasts were young and appealing at size 36C, but she envied
the girls with larger breasts and enjoyed having larger breasts than
those with A and B cup sizes. Her Master had discovered a natural herbal
supplement from sources in the Orient which would allow for "natural"
increases in her bust size. Eventually, with repeated and regular
intakes, Heather's breasts would measure  38D, maybe even double-D.  Of
course, he planned on Heather wearing the same size clothes, only she
would be nearly busting through them. 

And her Master had several areas that he wanted to pierce either by his
own hand, or with a shop professional. Heather already liked the
temporary tattoos that he drew on her body, and the more it was
mentioned, the more she opened up to the idea of having her navel
pierced, and maybe her nipples, and...

It was evident that everything with Heather should first start out as a
harmless suggestion and within some waiting period, the idea would
foster a real desire. Heather never could imagine having her ass fucked
so violently, but it was being done right now. She never imagined
anything more  than a good spanking from her lover, yet her ass was
being whipped hard by four or more strangers in a dark, abandoned alley.
In the four years that she knew her High School sweetheart, she never
once swallowed his cum. Now, not only was she begging for her Master's
cum down her throat, she was---as per his instruction---begging for the
plentiful cum of raunchy and faceless men.  She honestly felt
disappointed and dispondent when she could not catch all of her Master's
jetting cum.  Little did she know she had been getting more of it than
she imagined. Almost as with their first date, her Master had been
depositing his cum (from frequent masturbation) in a glass that was to
be Heather's glass whenever she visited. Thus, when he poured a drink in
her glass, he simply topped off the cum with the other juice. All along,
her Master had been conditioning Heather to enjoy his taste.

Heather was writhing in a little pain and a lot of pleasure as the cat
was lifted again off her ass and then laid into her flesh. She openly
begged for its return. The whole scene was causing the  other men to
return their cocks to hardness. They wanted to drive into her again with
rage and abandon. Her Master had promised them a wild ride and so far he
was accurate with his description of his slave.

The moment the men laid eyes on his beauty wearing only a thick black
collar and platform heels, their engorged cocks became fully engorged
cocks. Her Master thorougly enjoyed putting Heather on display with her
collar and leash. They had entered many a mainstream club with her
outrageous outfit and no one ever offered a negative word. The truth
being that every man wanted a submissive woman like that and every woman
either wanted to be controlled like that or at least the object of such
acute attention.  

And if the darker truth were chronicled, every man in those rooms would
have loved to be in this room, fucking her pussy, then her ass, and
finally whipping her mercilessly with a cat o'nine tails. Heather still
screamed out for more. She yelled for more whipping. The first
participant actually wore out before she did and had to relinquish the
whip to a fresher set of arms.  The incessant whipping continued and
Heather's breathing grew more frantic. One of the previously spent men
regained his erection and leaned his throbbing member toward Heather's
face. She noticed his large cock and swiped at it with her skilled
tongue. He did not need much compelling, as the whipping and the marks
on her ass propelled his cock to spurt directly into her eyes and mouth.
Heather instinctly wanted to wipe the cum from her sight but her hands
were still tightly tied behind her back, as they had been for the
duration of the night. Instead, Heather just had to suffer the
inconvenience and the humiliation of having thick, gooey cum drying in
her eyes. 

Another man suddenly burst forth and held her head up quickly with her
blonde hair. He groaned and released the pressure from his growing cock.
Into her mouth directly he deposited his cum, load after load. Heather
wantonly gulped and swallowed, knowing that her Master was watching her
performance. She did not wish to disappoint him. The man behind her
never once broke his stride with the whip. 

Heather's face was awash in cum, and she absently licked at the excess
that developed around the corners of her mouth.  Another man had had too
much beer to drink and rather than displace his cum, he promptly decided
to give her his stream of piss. He yanked on her blonde hair and forced
her jaws open again, aiming his forceful liquid at her quivering tongue.
He splashed her tongue and the back of her throat with the yellowish
spray. Heather fought the notion of vomit and tried her best to keep up
with the constant smelly steam.  

The whip man pulled back on her hair and this elicited further moans of
pleasure; Heather absolutely loved having her hair pulled. That was one
of the compelling reasons she let her  hair grow out. Of course, the
long hair was her Master's suggestion first, but she soon fell in love
with the idea and the look.  

Heather could not feel much of her ass flesh anymore, as the whipping
continued and the previous ass-fucking had numbed her considerably. She
did register a new sensation though when the whip man pulled out his
small pocket knife and began making tiny flesh wounds on her ass. The
skin was already raised in many places, so he just skimmed the surface
with his knife, drawing more pain than blood. Still, Heather was shocked
by this and she tried to shake the dried cum from her eyes to see if her
Master was going to stop this cutting. Her eyes however were practically
glued shut and she couldn't make out the figure of her Master in the
gray room.  

Sensing that she was about to protest, one of the men quickly thrust her
discarded thong panties into her mouth and wrapped several bands of
electrical taped around her face to secure the makeshift gag. Heather
started to fear for her life now, and as a consequence, her body made
frantic convulsions and protests, fighting everything going on around
her.

Finally, she heard a familiar voice lean into her ear. "You are my
slave, Heather. If you don't behave I will just find someone else to be
My Favorite Slave. Is that what you want?"

Heather took no time to think about this question. Her head shook no,
immediately, and this meant that the limits of Heather could be reached
out even further.

The End?  

Author's Note: Only YOUR COMMENTS can keep this story alive. If you like
what you read, do not hesitate to write: Mahgirb@webtv.net

Slave Heather would like to hear from anyone out there as well. She is
allowed to respond to your comments if they are directed to her.       


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