Samantha Jordon, she thought groggily as the man dragged her to her feet and pulled her into the light. Samantha Jordon was her name--she held onto it as she was forced to squat over a toilet as she was given an enema--she had lost track of how many, just like she had lost track of the days, her body screaming for only one thing--sleep. The hunger which had assailed her earlier had died to a deep gnawing at the pit of her stomach. Samantha Jordon was a high school student, her mind ran through it again as she was held under a shower, her nude body being roughly washed by the man, her blond hair pulled and cleaned before being wrapped into a pony-tail. She gasped and begged the man with slurred words and half-open eyes as he dug his fingers painfully against her shaved virgin cunt, but all she saw was a vicious grin as he rubbed her slit, making her twist uncontrollably in his grip.

A sixteen year old high school student, her mind flashed; an athlete, running, playing tennis, playing volleyball, lean and fit and strong and muscled and very beautiful, and a virgin. She whimpered as bright lights hit her eyes, her mind dulling even the repetition of her identity as it tried to fall into sleep. She slipped into sleep, so didn't feel her wrists cuffed together, or pulled over her head., or feel her legs spread apart as she hung asleep by her arms and tied to the floor until she was standing, her gorgeous young body stretched taunt, spread-eagled. A slap awoke her and she shook her head to clear it, strange dreams flitting away before her stupefied consciousness.

Through slitted eyes she saw only light, finally making out two dim shapes moving in the light. "Please," she tried to form the words, "let me sleep." The bindings didn't matter: nothing mattered, not the bindings or her nudity, but that they would allow her to sleep. She closed her eyes, the effort of speaking draining her, and slipped again into an uneasy daze.

John Sanders couldn't take his eyes off the young woman bound before him. She was beautiful--delicate blond hair set off a tanned oval face with pale lips and a wide, attractive jaw. She stood five feet eight inches and her body was firm and hard, her stomach just beginning to rip, her arms showing muscles, her legs strong and straight and shapely with muscular thighs leading down to muscular calves. Her breasts were round and proud with two pale red nipples spreading across their tips. He was nineteen years old, and never had he dreamed he would be in the position to break such a hot piece of meat.

Through her daze she heard voices. "...see, sleep deprivation...more tractable...". She shook her head, feeling her pony-tail slide against her shoulders, trying to clear it, thinking she should hear this, this was important. "...food either, for three days...". She felt a hand running over her body, squeeze her breast, and moaned, wishing it would go away, wishing they would let her sleep. "...young is best too...firm...resilient...teach... pleasure...pain...". She couldn't concentrate, couldn't listen, and consciousness slipped from her again and her head fell against her chest.

John listened to his father, his _real_ father, not his adopted one, teach him his trade--white slavery--as he stared at the girl before him. "The whip is always a good place to start," Bob continued, "it keeps 'em awake, doesn't mark 'em too bad as long as you don't swing it too hard, and gets 'em used to the pain. Hehe--in the state their in, most of them even'll come for you, boy, if you lash 'em in the right places," he finished with a grin, handing John the whip, a short length of leather fashioned into a narrow band, designed to sting painfully. "Don't worry about showing your face or shadows or getting' in the way of the camera's or anything--there are enough lights and cameras and I've got good editing equipment to take care of that," Bob called out as John circled the girl, loving the way the bonds stretched out the body, the way her ass was so tight and so firm, muscles showing through the skin.

He aimed his first lash at her stomach, remembering her when he had picked her out, running around the track, sweat covering her body, her pony-tail bouncing with each step, her short T-shirt baring her stomach, clenching and swaying with each stride, her strong legs pushing her body around and around the track. He remembered her playing tennis, her short white skirt flying up as she ran across the court, revealing oh so gorgeous legs. He was going to turn that girl, that strong, independent, athlete into a ravening slut, a begging, mewling, screaming cunt like the others his father had broken and trained, into a twisting, bucking, grasping piece of meat desiring only to please in order to be pleased, to be fucked and beat and raped over and over again.

She came awake suddenly, her head snapping back as pain exploded across her stomach, the suddenness of it and the sound of it surprising her more than the sensation. Sensation was dull as the whip landed again against her stomach, making her muscles clench and her chest gasp as consciousness began to come back in greater proportion than it had before. She managed to get her eyes half opened, moaning in pain as the lash struck across the front of her thighs, feeling as if a knife had been run across her flesh. "Nooo..." she moaned as the lash found her thighs again, making her twist in her bonds. Her body wanted to sleep, to be released from these bonds and the pain and curl up and sleep. She couldn't associate anything as the whip slammed across her the side of her narrow waist, making her jerk again.

Incomprehensible pleas and cries came from her lips as her head jerked about in pain and exhaustion, her young body jerking and spasming to each blow. Her ass began to take the blows and she would jerk her hips forward, not knowing what was happening except there was pain and she needed to get away from it. Again and again the pain struck, from her shoulders to the backs of her thighs, and then there was something as her cunt, something pressing against her clit as the whip crisscrossed her ass again, making her hips grind themselves into Bobs hand, sending a counterpoint of sensation sweeping through her young body. The pain in her ass seemed to grow remote as the beating continued, seemed to blend in a growing sensation in her loins which threatened to overwhelm her . She began to grunt with each blow against her ass, not wanting them to stop now, wanting the sensation to fill her to the bursting point.

"Looks like our little slut is beginning to enjoy herself," Bob said, removing his hand from her now slick groin, making her moan and thrash in frustration. "Come on around and whip these tits some, boy. Slut needs some tittie whipping."

John stopped his whipping and stood for a minute, staring at the beautiful flesh before him, crisscrossed with the marks of his whip, sweat from the lights and the pain making her body glisten. He walked to the front of her, his cock harder than it had ever been, trailing his hand over her tenderized ass, around her thigh, and up to her cunt. He grinned as he felt her juices flow onto his hand as he slid his fingers between her labia, finding her clit and pinching it hard, making her head snap up, her beautiful face a strange rictus of agony and growing ecstasy as she howled out. He let go, teasing himself, and laid the whip across her nipples, tearing another scream from her throat.

She was in that state between consciousness and sleep, howling each time the whip landed against her breasts, the sensations overwhelming, sense-dulling. She wanted more, harder, at her burning loins, the pain translated into an uncontrollable passion, each blow making her body shudder and pull at her bonds, her muscles straining as she strove for release. Again and again the blows cut into her tits, driving her wild with undefined lust, her nipples on fire, burning a screaming pleasure through her whole body. She was humping her cunt uncontrollably forward, her body begging for release, for the pain of the fingers or the whip. When it came she thought she was going to die, pain so intense it was pleasure and pleasure so intense it was pain racked her sixteen year old body, sending her shaking and shuddering and twisting madly about in here bonds, her slick cunt juice running down her thighs as it spasmed on air. She never wanted it to end, and moaned as her body began to calm, the sensations bleeding from her beaten form, only to explode within her again as the whip cut into her exposed, swollen cunt a second time. A third time she was sent into the ether, floating on overwhelming sensation as her exhausted body shook like a leaf in the storm of her orgasms.

John felt his father's hand on his wrist, preventing a fourth blow to the slut's cunt. He was fascinated; he had never seen a girl come so hard. Then a feeling of elation swept over him--_he_ had done it to her, _he_ had sent her spasming into powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm. His cock throbbed as power seemed to flood through him--she was _his_, all his. He owned her and everything that she was. He shuddered in pleasure as his father said, "Let's not overdue it right now. We've still got the whole day yet."

"She's dozed off again," Bob continued, "but we can fix that. Come here boy, and help me get her into position for the next stage of things." John obliged, and minutes later she was bent over a padded bar pressed against her hips, her body forming a sixty degree angle at her hips, her legs bound apart to the poles of the bar slid into the concrete floor, her arms pulled up and away behind her and tied to the ceiling by a long rope, while her pony-tail was also tied around a rope in the ceiling, pulling her head up until she was facing forward. John stepped back and gazed at her, her ass and cunt displayed lewdly by the thrust of her hips, her tits jiggling slightly as they hung from her body, and her mouth gaping open in sleep, her long lashes resting against her cheeks.

"Give her a name, boy," his father said. "Bitches need a name before you fuck them." He smiled.

John thought for a moment, looking at his prize bitch, and said, "Pony. I like the pony-tail. I think Pony will do."

"Good choice," Bob said, "now let me show you how to hook up these leads. We don't want her to sleep through her first throat fucking do we?"

The next few minutes were taken up with bringing out the electrical equipment, Bob showing John what was what and how to use everything. Getting down to business, Bob had John attach two alligator clips to Pony's nipples, the pain making her groan in her sleep, then wire the clips to one of the generators. A soft clip was then attached just above her clit, and other one just below it. A thin metal tube with a rubber bulb on the end was slid into her cunt, and another into her ass. Finally, a bare wire was run around and around her clit, making her moan and thrash in her bound sleep. Bob moved a small table next to Pony's head upon which was three controls--one for her tits, one for her clit, and the other for the two wires around her clit and the two metal poles in her cunt and ass.

"Okay, boy, here's what you do. Start with the tits to wake her up. You can turn it up as high as you want, but start around five, and don't keep it at ten for more than a half minute. Then you can plant your cock in that sweet mouth of hers and shove it down her throat. That'll keep her awake. While you're throat fucking her, start up with the cunt and ass wires. Keep them below seven, but I wouldn't recommend you getting them above five. Now, when you're ready to blow your load, hit the switch for her clit--it's set on five right now, so it'll give her a nice jolt. Then you'll get the ride of your life, and she'll come her brains out."

She was being milked in her dreams, suction pumps pounding at her breasts, harder and harder. Slowly she awoke to sharp jolting pains in her tits making her whole body spasm. She opened her eyes and squirmed about, finding herself bound again. She moaned in frustration as electricity poured through her tit flesh, making her chest spasm painfully, forcing air from her body in short, violent gasps. A shadow fell across her face and she saw something approaching her mouth--she tried to close it, but the way her neck was positioned she couldn't. She gagged on the musky odor of human flesh and almost threw up when she realized it was a cock. She began thrashing about, trying to escape. Oh god her mind, fully conscious for the first time during this ordeal, he's raping me. She tried to bit him, but could barely move her jaws, nearly choking when his cock pressed up against the back of her throat. No! her mind screamed at her, her body jerking as she realized for the first time there was something in her cunt and ass, her nipples throbbing still with electricity. Her tongue tasted the sticky precome of her rapist as he pulled back, to press once again against her throat.

Her chest heaved as current kicked into her cunt and ass and around her clit, making her gasp around the cock now pressing insistently against the back of her throat, two hands gripping the sides of her head in a viselike grip. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against the bar as electricity coursed deep in her bowels and cunt. Her whole body was quivering now, lightning quick jarring sensations spreading through her sex organs, making her body tighten, as if someone was blowing air across an exposed nerve. Pain exploded in her throat as his cock slipped into her esophagus, turning to a burning, tearing sensation as he slid it slowly down her throat, mashing her nose with his hairy groin. She gasped through her nose as he raped her throat, the sensations in her cunt, ass and tits maddening her. She thrashed about, pinned by the ropes and the cock in her throat, seeking relief from the maddening sensations coursing through her body. She felt it increase as her rapist began fucking her face in earnest, slamming his pelvis into her face with each inward stroke, keeping the head in her throat as he pulled out. She felt his strokes in her throat quicken, and the sensations coursing through her young, bound body increase. She was out of control now, unable to think, her body quivering and bucking like a bound animal's, electricity coursing through her tenders parts.

Suddenly she felt his cock pulse in her throat, and lightning flashed before her eyes as current blazed through her clit, her whole body seeming to hum, every maddening sensation from her tits to her ass to her cunt exploding into orgasm, making her howl around the cock spewing down her throat. Again and again she came, out of control, her body bucking and jerking and gasping and flopping as if in its death throws, the electricity relentlessly pounding into her sex as come surged down her throat.

John held on tight, a grimace twisting his face as he unloaded down the bitch's throat, loving the way she bucked and screamed when she came. He wanted to kill her that way, making her come and come and come until she died. He jerked his cock from her mouth, trailing come, when he was finished and the sensations became too much, stepping back and watching as another orgasm shook Pony's body before killing the power and watching her tense one final time before collapsing against her bonds.

"We'll give her two hours of sleep so she's more alert for what's coming next," Bob said as John turned toward him. Let's untie her and clean her up a bit. Then I can tell you what's next.

Ten minutes later they were sitting at a table while Bob explained a little more of his business to John while Red, a buxom yet slender redhead, knelt, naked except for the leather collar around her neck, on the floor and serviced Bob with her mouth, her fingers furiously working at her own pussy, moaning around the cock each time an orgasm overcame her.

"Now boy," he started, "there are essentially four ways to prepare these bitches for sale. The first way is easy: you just grab 'em, tie 'em up, and deliver them. I call these bondage girls. The advantages to selling bondage girls are twofold. First, you don't have to train them or break them. The customer is paying for a girl who he can rape as often as he wishes. Also, the turnover for bondage girls is high, since you can't keep them locked up for more than a month without the owners either tiring of them or making them unusable. You can make a tidy profit disposing of them to foreign markets. The disadvantages are many. First you get a low return for the risk--grabbing the bitches is usually the most risky part of this job, and a bondage girl only brings in about $5,000, unless it's a special request. Also, since they'll escape and rat on you first chance they get, you have to trust your customer to keep them from getting away. "

"The next way is to teach them to obey their owners. I call these slave girls. The customers who want these want a bitch who'll do anything they say but hate every minute of it; sadistic bastards in other words. The training is simple: beat and fuck the bitch until you break her will, then train her in her duties. Fear of pain is the main driving force, so you have to make sure it is excessive and used often. The advantage to selling slave girls is a brief training period, seldom longer than two weeks, usually one, for a decent return of around $15,000. The disadvantages are the same as for bondage girls, without the added advantage of there being a high turnover. Of course, that also means you don't have to risk yourself so often for the snatch, so it balances out."

"A third way is to turn them into sluts, like Red here," he said, rubbing his hand over her mane of hair. He paused for a moment, gripping her hair, and filled her mouth with come. Red swallowed greedily while moaning as she came again, before moving her hands behind her back, cleaning Bob up with her tongue, and sliding back onto her heels, her head down and her knees spread. "Good girl Red." A small smile touched her full red lips. "Now, back to the discussion, John. Like I said, the third way is to turn them into sluts. These are what I call slut girls. These girls have a great number of advantages. First they get a very good price, around $50,000 to $100,000, depending on demand. Second, since you destroy their original personality during training, they are not much of a threat to rat you out, although if their owner really fucks up, their original personality can resurface. Third, they _want_ to be fuck slaves, which is the best part." he smiled. "There is only one disadvantage: they take a long time to train, usually in the range of between one and two months, and, even if you're good, the rate of failure is around twenty percent, in which case you have to sell them as slave girls."

"Now let me explain a little about training these bitches. Like I've said before, the younger you get 'em the better--they're more suggestible. Also, the less sexual experience they've had, the better. That way all they know is how you do 'em up. To train slave girls all it really takes is a hard cock and your fists. After you grab them you beat them and rape them. Every day for two or three days you need to beat them and rape them in every hole they have; I like to use whips, but it doesn't matter. I also like to schedule the beating and fucking once an hour for sixteen hours each day. That kind of monotony begins to break them down right away. After the second or third day, depending on how they're reacting, you start giving them a chance to avoid the beatings, but not the rapings. Test their obedience to the limit here. Take another two days to make sure they're willing to do anything you wish to avoid the pain. Then you simply teach them what they need to do to be fuck slaves--proper positions, anticipation, body language, how to fake it, etcetera etcetera. You'll get to see it one of these days, boy."

"Training sluts is harder, but more rewarding. It's like brainwashing, using a combination of sleep deprivation, pain and pleasure to reprogram the bitches. The way I usually work is, after the grab, I keep 'em from sleeping for two days--water torture is good for that. Then I bind them and start playing with their bodies, gently, like a lover. Without sleep for two days they tend to be quite suggestible, so you pick a name for them and call them that while you're teasing 'em. Also, sleep deprivation removes their resistance to a stranger playing with their privates, so it doesn't take the majority of them long to begin to get into it. Make 'em come while whispering what a slut she is into her ear. Then leave her bound for an hour--she'll fall asleep, and come back and start over again on her body. I usually do this for an entire day, or long enough to get at least ten orgasms from one of the sluts, before I put them back and let them sleep. After that I let them sleep for six hours before taking them out again for another session of play. It's harder the second day, since they have more of their faculties, but most of them are still quite groggy. Repeat the process for another full day, then put them back, making sure they cannot get any sleep."

"It's a little known fact, but the more often you make a bitch come, the easier it will be for her to come again. I've had some sluts all you needed to do was rub their tits a little and they'd be squirming and moaning and coming their brains out. Anyway, on the fifth day you repeat the process of the first two days, but now you can bring out your cock. Make sure you make the bitch come each time you fuck her, though, or it will throw off the training. Keep this up for two to four more days, reinforcing through words her new identity and what a slut she is and how often she's come. Usually by the end of this time her sex will be so hypersensitive and she'll be so used to coming that you'll be able to make her come at will."

"Now understand, the time frame could double if you're dealing with an older, more experienced woman, or if she's particularly stubborn. In any case, after the first or second weeks you can lessen the bindings a bit and begin the reinforcement and training period. Here you introduce pain and allow her freedom to choose between doing what you wish her to do, saying what you wish her to say, or pain. For obedience you have the reward of an orgasm for her. If everything goes as planned, her whole purpose in life will become to achieve orgasm, so withholding that ability can become a punishment in itself."

"The last way to prepare these bitches for sale is to turn them into pain-sluts, like we're doing with Pony in there. It's very similar to training a slut, but you should keep food from her also to sap even more of her strength, but don't starve 'em. Two or three days after the grab with no food or sleep they're already for you to put them on the rack. In the state their in, pain isn't really pain--just a sensation which is keeping them away. Pleasure is the same. Their brain cannot process the sensations properly. You use that, beating them and then playing with their clits until they moisten, then beating them some more and the playing with their clits and cunt some more. You keep that up until their just about to come and then you whip their cunt. Usually this sends them over the top and they come their brains out. If they don't, you have to do it all over again. From that point on you let her nap a bit, but for the rest of the week don't let her get more than four hours at any one time, and make sure that every time you give you pain you give her pleasure, and vice versa. And don't forget to tell her her new identity during this time. By the end of the week she won't be able to tell the difference between pain and pleasure, and she'll have to have pain to come. The next three to six weeks should be used to train her, using pain without the release of orgasm as punishment. This is the time to make sure you set her personality, so you can't let up."

Bob took another swig from the glass on the table and looked at his son. "Pain sluts bring the best prices, around $150,000, but the failure rate is about forty percent, and the failures are usually unsellable at anything more than bondage girl prices. There is one more type of girl which I end up with, and I call them humiliated sluts or humiliated pain-sluts. It's not worth it to try to train one of these--I never got more than one out of five, and in the natural order of things you'll get one out of ten anyway. You won't break these women's wills, but you will break their bodies. In other words, they're natural sluts or pain-sluts, and take to it like a fish to water; they just don't like the way their body is reacting--they hate you for making them come and they hate themselves for their weakness. Pure sadists love these types, because their eyes always hold so much loathing." Bob smiles, "I love them because I can get twice what I would charge for a slut or a pain-slut."

"Oh, and by the way, if you find a virgin with hymen intact, make sure to keep it that way--they're worth double normal price, well worth the extra trouble training them. Oh, and the tapes make a nice sideline. People will pay a lot to watch you training one of the bitches. Hell, I make $5,000 for every 2 hours of film I shoot." He stood up and motioned for Red to clear up behind him, telling her she was allowed one orgasm during the next hour, and said, "Enough talk, let's get back to your hot little Pony." They both smiled as they walked down to the extended basement.

They laid her down on her back between two poles after laying down a mat, binding her wrists together and pulling them above her head to be tied to the floor. Braces were put around her knees to keep them straight, and her ankles were tied to each of the poles, spreading her legs and bending her at a forty five degree angle, her gorgeous white ass, still reddened from the whipping, displayed beautifully, along with the small pink asshole and her shaven cunt. John admired his prize before getting instructions from his father, who handed him a thin cane and placed the other necessary equipment nearby.

John gazed down at her, her straight blond hair splayed out around her head before being pulled up in a ponytail, her breathing slow and regular in her sleep, her breasts stretched almost flat by her position, but still large enough to fall slightly to the sides of her chest. His eyes fell to her upraised ass, and he thought it couldn't get better than this as he raised his cane and landed it against her inner thigh.

She came groggily from a deep sleep, a nightmare of being caught beneath a threshing machine turning into a nightmare of beating. Pain which was dulled by her senses caught the focus of her faculties, a growing burning on her inner thighs, flashing into unbearability as the cane landed again and again. It seemed to go on forever as she thrashed her head and body from side to side, moaning and crying, tears rolling down the sides of her face, and begging for it to stop. Her hips bucked around of their own accord, trying to escape the flaming sensation of the cane as it beat steadily against her inner thighs. She felt her stomach spasm and a strange burning growing in the pit of her bowels and she groaned, the burning in her inner thighs passing endurance. It stopped but she still groaned, the beating leaving her inner thighs burning, filling her stomach and loins with an overwhelming tingling sensation. She unconsciously circled her hips around, her firm ass still jerking spasmodically as the burning slowly lessened.

Bob watched clinically as John lowered himself onto her, his cock pressing against her virgin cunt. He was impressed with his son's willingness to break and degrade this girl, and he was glad that she was proving so amenable. He figured that it wouldn't take more than three weeks to completely reprogram this bitch.

She felt someone laying atop her, his body heavy against hers. She turned her head to the side, struggling weakly against him and her bonds. His body against her thighs burned, sending delicious sensations through her groin. She moaned as he slid hips around hers, his cock slipping against the opening to her cunt. The burning, she thought, the burning--she wanted more of it, it was so good. "You like this, my Pony," she heard him whisper, "you want more Pony?" She moaned again as he continued, "My little slut girl, my Pony. I'm going to fuck you, my Pony, I'm going to hurt you." YES! she wanted to cry out, yes, fuck her, hurt her, do anything which would let the feeling in her loins explode into pleasure like she had never felt before today, but could only manage a strangled gasp when he lifted himself over her until her thighs encompassed his waist. She felt his hands at her right breast and raised her head to look through slitted eyes, a scream of horror escaping her lips as she saw him about to shove a round head half-inch pin straight down into her nipple.

The pain bit into her right tit and she bucked and thrashed, the pain flooding her body and removing the gauze from her consciousness. The second pin entered her other breast and she was throbbing with agony, her breasts pulsing with each beat of her pounding heart. Yet even this could not keep sleep from dulling her senses again, and her breasts ceased to be agony, instead began to be a burning, stabbing sensation joining together with her feelings from her beaten thighs. Her breath was coming in short gasps now as he lowered his body over hers, his head inches from her ears, his chest brushing hers gently, sending jolts of energy coursing through the nerves in her breasts as the needles tore into her flesh.

"Slut," she heard whispered, "slut enjoying her rape. Pony is your name, slut. Get ready Pony. Get ready. I'm going to fuck you." She moaned, her body playing tricks on her, turning pain into a burning desire. She bucked her hips up to meet his as he slowly pressed his cock against her now slick virgin opening. She moaned as she heard him asking, "You like this, Pony? You want it, Pony? Yes you do, Pony. Yes you do." Her moaning turned into a howl as he slid into her, forcing his way into her tight virgin cunt. She quivered and came as pain and pleasure flared out from her pussy, speared for the first time, burning with a tearing sensation like the rest of her young body. Her whole body quivered as the orgasm washed through her body, seeming to heighten all her senses, her cunt spasming wildly around his cock.

He began fucking her wildly then, grunting with each thrust into her sixteen year old body, spitting out with each thrust, "Come for me bitch," "Come for me again," "Come on slut," "Come like the slut you are," And she did, thrashing underneath his body, arching her back to mash her breasts against his chest, driving the pins deeper into her flesh, sparking flashes of ecstasy across her nerves. He raised himself up then, gripping her breasts and leaning his full weight on them, fucking her faster and harder until she howled on an orgasmic cataclysm, her whole body tensing before seeming to snap in a twisting, mewling, thrashing, bucking frenzy, her cunt dragging spurt after spurt of come from his balls as he spilled his seed inside her.

John staggered to his feet and watched as her orgasm continued to wrench her body. It was like he was her god--giving her pleasure and pain and turning her inside out. This was more than just sex, this was everything. As she began to come down from her orgasm he pulled the pins from her breasts, loving the way small drops of blood marred her white flesh and the way her mouth opened in a perfect O as she moaned. He bent down and kissed that mouth, warm and soft and panting, taking her breath, stealing her, owning her, possessing her.

They let her doze for a half hour before they went to work on her again. This time Bob whipped her tits while John played with her cunt, pinching and pulling and fucking and slashing it with his fingers and nails, forcing five orgasms from her within an hour. Again they let her rest, and then retied her so John could fuck her face again while Bob whipped her ass, sparking two more orgasms from her when he lashed between her legs, bringing the whip against her ass and cunt. They continued this treatment for the rest of the day, letting her rest and then binding her so they could beat her and use her for John's pleasure. By the time they put her away for the evening John had fucked her thrice more in her cunt and once more in her mouth, and he had counted twenty five orgasms on her part--he wouldn't have believed it possible if he hadn't made it happen.

The next day went much like the first, except his Pony was even more out of it from hunger and sleep deprivation, but it did not stop her from coming. In fact, she seemed to come even more easily, yet Bob drew out her orgasms, many times making her wait, teasing her body by slowing or stopping the beating or fucking or torture just before she came. They spent that time whispering in her ear, telling her that her name was Pony, and that she was a fucking machine, a slave to her cunt and ass and tits, good only to be fucked and beaten. They paced her that day, making that gorgeous piece of meat come shaking and quivering like a leaf once every hour. John couldn't get enough of her, fucking her in the mouth or cunt each time: he was like a man possessed.

The third day they began to make her beg for it; they would beat her to the edge of orgasm and ask her what she wanted, make her say she wanted the whip, the clamps, the bite of the electricity, the hard cock invading her belly or her throat. She didn't know who she was--she was Pony, Pony who lived only to be fucked and beaten, lived only to feel the oh so wonderful sensations jolting through her body, the orgasms rolling like heaven through her teenaged body. Bob was so happy with her progress that he decided to let her sleep a full eight hours that evening and to allow her more than just the soup she had been getting before.

She awoke bound, for the first time in five days fully conscious of her surroundings. She was bound, her body bent at the waist in a ninety degree angle, her stomach braced against a small padded table, her lean, strong legs spread wide apart, a lift under her heels forcing her up on her toes. Her breasts hung heavy beneath her, and she realized it was because weights were dangling from them, metal weights attached to clamps making her nipples throb. Her head was pulled up so that she was staring straight ahead, her mouth hanging open from the strain on her neck, her ponytail again used to bind her that way. Her arms her pulled behind her back and up and away, making her shoulders ache. Her whole body ached and burned from the previous beatings she had taken. She shifted a bit and noticed for the first time something was in her cunt, something buzzing and twisting around inside her. She let out a guttural moan as it sent sparks of pleasure through her cunt, wondering where she was and what was happening to her.

Dreamlike memories came back to her, horrible things which sent a shudder through her body, inexplicably making her clench her thighs, tightening her cunt against the invading vibrator. She noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes and saw two men, a young man, slender, tall, and a man in his early forties, tall and brawny. "What's happening?" she asked them, "Who are you? What are you doing to me? Let me go!" she ended with practically a wail.

The younger man knelt down beside her head and caressed her cheek, sending chills down her spine, her hips beginning to rotate of their own accord about the dildo buried in her cunt. "I don't think you want to be let go. Isn't your cute little snatch already juicing up, getting ready to be serviced and to service anyone who desires it? And I think you know who you are, Pony."

"P...P...Pony," the whispered to herself, her eyes glazing over, was that her name? She remembered pain and pleasure rocking her body and crying out that name, Pony. The tingling in her cunt confused her, distracted her, as did the weights from her tits. She couldn't think straight. What was happening to her, and did she want it to stop. Memories of incredible pleasures made her body quiver, but some part of her resisted, and she gasped out, sweat coating her body from the hot lights and the growing lust in her belly, "Let me go. Let me free."

"Not quite yet. First let me tell you where you are. You are where we want you to be, and where you want to be. For the past week you have begged us to beat you and fuck you and came each time we did, so don't tell me you don't want to be here." She shuddered at his words, remembering the beating and the fucking and the incredible orgasms which had rocked her teenaged body. She could feel her clit swell, sending growing lust through her bound body. She shook her head--no. It wasn't right. No. "Right this instant," he continued, "you are bound on a neat little device. One half inch below your the weights hanging from your tits are two metal plates with a current passing through them--an electrical current. The plates are attached to the pedals under your heels. If you press the pedals down, the plates come up, and you get a shock, right into those beautiful titties. All I need to do is to pull the pins from the pedals and you will need to stay on your toes. Notice that there is enough room for you to move up and down?" She had noticed that and her mind was spinning. She couldn't take this all in, especially couldn't take the way her body was responding, her cunt now sending juice trickling down her thighs.

She saw the other man hand the young one a thin cane, and her eyes widened, and then she blushed as a surge of lust engulfed her body. "After I pull the pins I'm going to cane your ass a bit, though, just to warm you up a bit. You love being whipped." She saw his smile and shuddered, knowing from her memories it was true. "But you're going to have to ask me to cane you, Pony, you're going to have to ask me real nicely." She shook her head, putting down the longing for the cane growing in her body, the need for the bite, the pain, which would make the buzzing in her cunt into a roaring cacophony of pleasure.

He disappeared from view and she quailed inside, hoping that the cane would not strike her, and longing that it would. She felt hands brush her feet, and she fell hard onto her heals, slamming the vibrator hard into her cunt and screaming as a jolt of electricity jolted through her tits. She jumped back to her toes and the current stopped, her cunt still spasming, sending more juice dripping down her thighs. "Please, please let me go," she whimpered to the older man, the only one she could see, but he only smiled, watching her with cold eyes. The vibrator increased in frequency, making her legs weak with sensation, and she slipped down on the petals, sending more current through her tits. She screamed again, this time more in frustration as pleasure rocked through her body, tearing at her resolve.

The young man was at her head now, talking to her. "Say it, Pony, say you want it. Say you want me to cane you. Beg for it. Beg," he said over and over again as she struggled against the bonds and her own body. The vibrator was buzzing and twisting violently inside her cunt sheath now, driving her crazy, making her whole body tingle and sweat with lust. Each jolt of electricity jarring through her tits made the sensation more intense, more unbearable. She began to tire, her calves and thighs trembling. She collapsed, wailing as electricity drove spikes into her tits and through her body, the vibrator maddening her. She could feel it coming, so close, all her resistance shredded. She pushed her tits down until they made contact with the metal, making her jerk and thrash in her bonds as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Just a little more, a little more...then the electricity cut off, and she wailed in frustration, grinding her pelvis against the vibrator, trying to come, desperately needing to come.

"Beg me for it," the young man said, "beg me for the cane." And she did, groveling and begging and pleading for a whipping as she tried to bring herself off with the vibrator, but it wasn't enough--she needed more. She moaned at the delay as he walked behind her, and screamed in pain and pleasure as the first blow landed. Again and again her ass bounced under the blows, sending her closer and closer to her pleasure. Her whole body was shuddering now, quivering with pent up desire, each flash of pain across her already beaten ass cheeks was another step on the ladder to bliss. She was muttering incoherently now, begging and crying for him to beat her harder, and then he stopped and her whole body quaked, frustrated again. She thrust her ass back at him, pleaded with him to beat her ass, to turn back on the electricity, to do anything to give her her release. Her clit felt as large as a balloon, swollen with lust, inner thighs and legs coated with her cunt juice.

She moaned in relief when pain lanced through her ass cheeks as he pulled them apart, and gasped as she felt his cock press against her ass. Pain grew, a delicious, needed pain, as the cock pressed harder and harder into her tight sphincter, until jagged lights appeared before her vision as he pushed through, into her ass. Her loins felt full, the cock in her cunt and the cock in her ass making her feel like she was going to explode, the pain radiating out from her ass-fucking to engulf her body. She gasped harder, harder, as he pounded his cock into her ass, growing closer and closer to orgasm. The electricity jolted to life in her tits, tearing a scream of pure ecstasy from her throat as she exploded in wave after wave of pleasure, her body flopping within its bonds like a fish out of water, every muscle clenching and twisting and bucking as ecstasy poured through every nerve ending in her body, centered on her ass and tits, her clit quivering wildly as she ground it against the pads, wishing there was pain there too, wonderful pain washing through her body, cleansing it of lust and desire.

John held on, his cock spitting its come deep into her bowels, loving the way her body jerked madly in its bonds as her tight ass, made tighter by the vibrator in her cunt, milked his cock dry. He pulled out and waited for her spasms to cease, and then walked over to her head and told her "Good Pony. Good." He had turned the electricity off and stood there waiting, gazing at his lovely prize pain slut. She was broken. All he had to do was to reinforce her new identity, her new desires, and she would be perfect. He felt his cock twitch at the thought, and slapped her hard across the face, bringing the sluts attention to him. "Now suck my cock, Pony, or I won't let you come again."

She stared cross-eyed at his softened cock and opened her mouth wider, licking her lips. Her cunt still quivered around the vibrator, which continued to stimulate her maddeningly. She found she wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted the salty taste against her tongue. It sent a thrill though her body as he laid his soft cock in her mouth, the slight taste of her anus still on it. She sucked hungrily on it, feeling a reawakening tingle in her cunt. If only someone would beat her again, she thought frustrated as she sucked harder, running her tongue over the flesh of his cock as she ground her hips in a small circle against the bench. She felt hands gripping her hips and lift her slightly off the bench. She felt something slide beneath her cunt, heard it snap into place. When she was released she dropped her pussy down hard, screaming into the young man's pelvis as she slammed her clit down on small metal studs with rounded points. The sensation shocked her, making her cunt and ass spasm as pleasure flooded her body. She ground herself against the studs, sucking even harder on the cock as it began to grow, driving both of them closer to another orgasm.

When the cock was hard, she swallowed it greedily, feeling her throat muscles stretch, sending sparks of pleasure racing up and down her spine. The feel of it in her mouth, down her throat--it was sooo good, so right. She wished the vibrator were a real cock, and her ass felt empty. She ground her clit down harder on the studs, pleasure rocking through her young body as she built toward orgasm. He gripped her head and began fucking her throat visciously, sending her over the edge, a wail echoing from her throat sending strings of come jetting down her throat, sending her another orgasm. He held her face there as she began to calm down, pulling away from her slowly so she could clean the come from his cock.

John looked into the face of Pony. Her bright blue eyes were wide, her lips glistening and hungry, her face a combination of beatific contentment and unending teenaged lust. The innocence and lust in her expression blew his mind. He had done that, turned her into a pain slut, made her over into a fantasy cunt to fuck and beat and use whenever and wherever he wished. He watched as she began rubbing her clit once again against the studs, her body shaking in small tremors as she tried again to bring herself to orgasm, all the while looking at him with need and lust in her beautiful face, her ponytail hanging down past her shoulder.

Together John and Bob spent the rest of the day giving Pony commands, making her use and degrade herself, which she acquiesced to with an alacrity and desire which was fully satisfying. After putting her to sleep they planned her regimen for the rest of her time there.

For punishment they decided to use frustrated arousal, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then preventing her from achieving it. Her reward would be a sound beating and a hard cock. PR time, as they called it, would take not longer than ten minutes, and would occur after each period of the day. The first period would be breakfast. She was to have breakfast on the table by 8:00 AM. She herself would eat out of a dish filled with fortified gruel, on the floor at their feet. The next period would be training, and would last until 9:50. During this period she would be trained on positions, the proper place to hold her eyes, the proper way to stand, the proper way to kneel. She would be trained how to masturbate, how to suck cock, how to pleasure a woman, how to keep herself properly clean and shaved. She would be training in everything which a good pain-slut slave should be trained in. Following the training period she would have her exercise period lasting until 11:50. During this period she would jog, do aerobics, lift weights, do pushups, pull-ups, etc., as well as exercise her cunt and ass muscles.

Lunch period would follow, with lunch expected at 1:00 PM. Orgasm training would follow for an hour, where the goal would be for her to orgasm as many times as possible until 3:00. If she had been particularly bad, during this period she would be stimulated but not allowed to orgasm. At 3:00 until 3:50 she would have ballet training to keep her body limber and straight. From 4:00 until 5:50 more training would occur, focusing more on how she should act during sex. Dinner was expected at 7:00, with the period after dinner being open for whatever they wished to use her for.

Three weeks later Bob and John leaned back after dinner and waved Red and Pony over, respectively, to suck their cocks. "So how do you like her now?" Bob asked, smiling, his cock throbbing in his slave's mouth.

John smiled back, "Great. Just great. A lot of work, but worth it."

"When you sell her off you'll think so even more."

"I'm going to like this job."

Pony sucked happily on her owners cock, her nudity broken only by the leather collar around her neck. She was constantly horny now, her life centered on her owner and his cock and his whips and his torture devices. Her body would drool at the mere thought of what he might do to her body, and the merest touch of pain and pleasure would send her crashing into orgasm. She gripped her clit painfully between two of her nails, her other hand driving fingers deep into her sopping cunt as she slid her throat down over his cock, loving the taste of it, the feel of it, the power of it.

The End