Story codes: best, bd, sm, oral, anal

CHAPTER 8

“I think that we need to take this training of Heather even deeper,” Mitch said to Gabrielle.
 
“In what way?” Gabrielle asked.
 
“She is not a complete and total slave. She still has a will of her own. She needs to subjugate herself completely.”
 
Heather followed the conversation with interest from where she sat on the floor at Mitch’s feet. The thought of further subjugating herself was not one that had occurred to her, but as she considered what it might mean, the concept had certain attractions. There would be no boundaries, no limits. She would simply exist, her will completely abandoned to Mitch and Gabrielle. She wondered what else she could do? Her whole body ached from the beating she’d taken last night and from being on that bench with the giant dildo inside her. She thought again of Jeremy and how the connection to him had made last night special.
 
“In what way is she not totally our slave?” asked Gabrielle. She pointed to her boot and ordered Heather to lick it. Heather began licking the smooth leather of her boot. She suddenly realized she had a choice whether to lick the boot or not. That was troubling to her. She understood that her own will was a problem, for it was connected to the wrong things. Her will was somehow concerned with her sainted parents rather than with expressing the Heather That Was Within. That was even more profoundly troubling.
 
“As I said, she still has a will. She still is human.” Mitch replied, pausing before continuing. “Plus, she orgasms at Don’s but not here. That means she is not totally subjugated.”
 
“Ah, then you think she should learn to be an animal?  A pony girl, perhaps?  I’ve always thought that might be amusing, particularly if she were a pony girl who would cum on command.”
 
“It’s a thought, but I was thinking more along the lines of a pet, like a dog.”
 
Gabrielle clapped in delight. “Oh, that could be fun. She could eat out of a dog dish, sleep in a doghouse, and piss and shit in the yard just like Cassius does!”
 
“Yes, that’s what I was thinking. She would not be permitted to talk at all.”
 
“Let’s do it!” she pushed Heather away from her boot. “That’s enough, bitch,” she said.

“And, of course, to cumming exactly when I command it,” he added. 

The thought of being made to perform on demand, anywhere, anytime and in front of anyone was intensely exciting to Heather. She imagined herself splayed open for everyone at Don’s group, and Master Mitch making her show his mastery by cumming. She also imagined being a total slave, completely unable to resist whatever was done to her and simply taking the pleasure as it came. She felt herself getting wet.

“I think the first thing is to see exactly how much she will obey,” said Mitch

Then began a week of intense training. She was not allowed to speak. She went about on all fours, naked all the time. She felt her own sense of humanness slipping away, and she was grateful for the times when Mitch would scratch her head and tell her she was a good doggie. She learned to beg by the door to be allowed to go outside. Often times Mitch would accompany her outside and just watch as she peed in the yard, or dug a small hole with her hands in which to deposit her feces. The only concession to being human was that he allowed her to wash her hands and bottom with the hose. She learned to drink by lapping up water from a dish and to eat from a dog bowl. She was no longer entirely human as the animal within slowly took over. 

Mitch also began trying to teach her to cum on his command. After masturbating her considerably with some instrument, she was able to do it on rare occasions, but it seemed more luck than design. He would get angry and beat her. Once he caned her and covered her with welts. She’d cum two or three times from that, but never quite on his command.

Some two weeks later, Mitch was fingering her in the living room. “You are an animal, Slave. The lowest. You have done almost everything. You have fucked and sucked men and women in public while others watched. Now you walk on all fours and eat, sleep and piss like a dog.”

“You know, Mitch,” Gabrielle said, “It’s time to take this to the next step. I think she’s not cumming like you want because there still is a will inside. While she will do almost anything, I think there is one thing she won’t do for you. You need to demonstrate to Don that she is yours completely. She needs to know it, too.”

Heather felt the cold fingers of fear or anticipation. Yes, there was one thing. The abyss of total depravity yawned in front of her, threatening to pull her in, but the insistent finger on her G-spot and her own hand rubbing her clit threatened to pull her into it. She wanted to please Mitch. She knew that. She knew she was a complete and total slut. Only now, she knew she would have to prove that, to accept completely who and what she was and to sink to the lowest depths possible.

“Are you an obedient slave?”

She whimpered like a dog, as she’d been told. It meant yes. There was no reason for her to say anything else.

“Do I own you?”

She whimpered her assent.

“Can I do anything I want with you?” She felt the slightest thing would pull her over that orgasmic edge and she would fall forever into it. She whimpered, again.

 “I will prove how completely and utterly depraved you are. That pleases me greatly to think I own a completely obedient and depraved slave who will stop at nothing to please her master.” She heard the words she feared most, but which gave her a deep thrill to the core of her being. “Get Cassius, Gabrielle. It’s time to breed our dogs.”

She wanted to scream, “No!  No!” She wanted to say the safe word, to end it all, but the word would not come, and she knew that she would let the dog fuck her. She was, indeed, totally depraved. She also knew that she would let the dog fuck her while people watched, even Jeremy. She could go no lower. She would be a total slut, depraved in every way. In response to that thought, she began humping against Mitch’s finger. 

“You want to fuck my dog?  Are you a bitch in heat?”  He laughed raucously. “Do you see that, Gabrielle, she wants to fuck the dog!”

“Will you cum for the dog?”

She felt her pussy dripping as she thought of the dog mounting her, driving his cock into her and fucking her like the bitch she was. She was just an animal herself, and this would take her to the absolute depths she was seeking. She whimpered her assent as she felt her juices flowing all over Mitch’s hand. The thought of the dog’s big, red dick thrusting into her, taking her like an animal, overwhelmed her.

Gabrielle returned with Cassius, who seemed to Heather to be looking expectantly at her. Why not?  She was his bitch in heat. Heather got on her hands and knees and offered her bottom to the dog. She actually wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted to know that Mitch and Gabrielle were watching this ultimate degradation. She felt tears coursing down her cheeks that flowed for reasons she failed to understand.

“No, turn over, slut. I want you to look into your lover’s eyes as he fucks you,” Mitch said harshly.

Heather turned onto her back. Gabrielle shoved two large pillows under her bottom, lifting her up to the proper height. Cassius must have smelled the musky heat emanating from between her legs, because he immediately sniffed her and then licked her. His rough tongue swept over her sensitive flesh, and she gasped audibly. She spread her legs even wider, offering herself to Cassius.

Mitch laughed. “Look at the little slut. She likes having the dog lick her!”

It was true. She did. She knew that if he licked her a minute more, she would cum explosively. She thrust her hips forward offering her pussy to the dog.

“Help Cassius fuck her, Gabby!” Mitch ordered.

Heather watched as Gabrielle grasped Cassius’s large, red cock that was thrust out of its sheath. She guided it toward Heather’s opened legs and pulled his head away from licking her. Heather felt his cock, insistent at her vagina, and then he was inside her, humping her. She screamed with the violence of his thrust, but she knew she was coming, and that it would be long and explosive. The huge cock thrust in and out, hard. She was just an animal, a beast, herself. She growled low in her throat, thrusting herself forward as the wave crested. She heard herself scream and felt her juices flow and spurt. Cassius kept fucking her, and the tension built up in seconds, and then she was coming again. She grabbed Cassius with her arms and willed him to keep fucking her. She felt all of her humanity sliding away, leaving only the beast within. 

Then the dog’s hard, insistent fucking slowed, and she felt herself being split as his knot slowly slid into her. It found her G-spot and the pressure of it set her off again. Then she felt the dog cumming inside her, pumping her full of his hot semen. She could feel every spurt. She clamped her muscles, trying to hold him inside her so she could cum again. 

“Now suck him, Heather,” she heard Mitch say.

The thought of taking the dog’s red cock into her mouth and sucking it made her hot, again. She slid out from under Cassius and scooted under him. She took his wet cock into her mouth, sucking on the pointed end and licking it with her tongue. She could taste her own juices and Cassius’s lubrication, which was flowing, again. Eagerly she sucked on his cock, willing it to spurt into her mouth. She had what she deserved. She felt his juices dripping off her chin. With her other hand, she began to masturbate herself while Mitch and Gabrielle watched. She glanced up once to notice that Mitch had entered Gabrielle from behind and was slowly fucking her while they watched her with Cassius.

She felt the presence of her parents somewhere in the background. This was her answer to their perfection. She rejected it utterly, completely and fully. Now, she had found her level as a dog slut, an animal herself, completely debased, and loving every second. She was free! As Cassius began to spurt his hot semen into her mouth, she came explosively, her wet juices spewing over her hand that was rubbing her engorged and enlarged clit. Yet, she wanted more. She kept sucking Cassius until he was ready to fuck again, and then she got on her hands and knees and offered herself to him. He could fuck her in whatever hole he could get that big cock of his. She wiggled her bottom at him and spread her legs to lower herself down to a convenient level.

Cassius’s huge, red cock protruded out and was leaking juices that ran down her leg. He was desperately trying to enter her, and finally he did, his cock splitting her and driving home in her ass. She screamed with pain, feeling split, but she thrust her bottom toward the dog, taking him in. She could feel his excitement and his juices dripping off her cunt. And then she saw Gabrielle watching her and touching herself between her legs. Heather knew she was at the very depths of depravity, and then she came with a loud, shivering orgasm. Cassius, however, kept driving into her, and she knew this was where she needed to be, just being used by a dog like a bitch. She felt between her legs, noting the wetness of the dog dripping from her as he pounded into her ass. She was split, but she knew she would cum again. Unconsciously she began masturbating herself, rubbing herself hard. She was crying, sobbing, whether with pain or joy she didn’t know, and then she was cumming and cumming and cumming.

During the next week she was completely a bitch in heat. She offered herself to Cassius at every occasion. She would let him lick her until she came. She craved the knot in her holes like a drug. Mitch took advantage of this in training her to cum. He treated her like Pavlov’s dog, ringing a little bell each time Cassius made her cum. 

Once during the week she was in the yard, having just urinated. Cassius came to her and began licking her. She spread her legs to let his rough tongue have her. Looking up, she saw Master Don on his balcony, watching. She didn’t care. She was just Master Mitch’s bitch, and his other dog was going to fuck her. She got on her hands and knees and offered her bottom to Cassius, who mounted her there in the yard. She felt him thrust his big cock into her, all the way. She thrust back with her bottom as he humped her. She felt his juices dripping off her and she began masturbating, rubbing on her clitoris hard. She came very quickly and continued the rubbing. Cassius was all the way in up to the knot, which she felt splitting her. She heard herself crying out as she rubbed her pussy and came again and again, all the while knowing Master Don was watching. When Cassius pulled out of her, she grabbed him and greedily took his cock into her mouth and began sucking while rubbing her tongue over the tip. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, to fill her with his hot semen, and when she did, she felt herself squirt and then urinate all over herself. The hot urine ran down her legs and onto the grass, and then she came one last time.

But she was not finished. She spread her legs wide, smelling her urine and the coolness as the breeze evaporated it. Cassius sniffed and began licking. She moaned, thrusting her fevered pussy forward for the dog, offering herself to him completely. She wanted him to mount her again. She wanted his big penis in her, fucking her like the animal she was there in the yard where anyone could see her. Dogs did not care, why should she? The she was on her knees, again, thrusting her bottom into the air. Cassius mounted her again.

Mitch let her have free reign with Cassius, laughing at her how she would shamelessly offer herself to the dog. He kept using the little bell whenever he saw her cum. He’d extended the training by making her masturbate, and one night he hooked her up and left her all night on his fucking machine. The bell rang automatically whenever a skin sensor noted she was cumming.

After over a week of training, she was lying at Mitch’s feet like a good dog should. 

“Well, Gabrielle, what do you think about our bitch, here?” Mitch said to Gabrielle. His fingers entangled in her hair, scratching her head like he would Cassius’s. 

“She certainly fucks like a dog,” Gabrielle replied, “But does she cum when you command?”

“Well, let’s just see,” Mitch said. He lifted the little bell he always rang when she came. As she stared at the bell in his hand, just waiting to be rung, she felt the excitement rise quickly. Her breathing accelerated. She couldn’t believe this, but she was hot. And then he rang the bell. With the third tinkling sound, she felt the first wave of orgasm sweep over her. It was intense, recalling everything that had happened in the past two weeks.

“Now, I will turn you into a fucking, cumming machine,” he said. With the thought of that, she came again. She could hardly seem to contain herself.

Mitch dragged her into the dungeon. She saw its familiar instruments of torture with different eyes. She would become just a machine, able to cum whenever her master demanded. She could only imagine the use he would make of this. She wanted to spread her legs, to let everything fall away and to become a complete slut, an animal. She wanted to feel a perfect connection to her body and to be able to take pleasure everywhere without that call to perfection in the background governing her entire life.

Mitch tied her to a frame. She was completely helpless with her legs spread wide, totally open and vulnerable. Mitch clipped alligator clips to her nipples. The little teeth dug in, and she hissed in pain and pleasure. Wires dangled from the clips. He attached more to her labia, and she moaned with pain as the teeth bit.

“One more, my little slut,” Mitch said, attaching one more to her clitoris. She felt intense pain and heard someone scream. It was herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gabrielle masturbating herself. She wanted to be there, to lick her, but she couldn’t. Suddenly her entire body convulsed with pain as Mitch turned on the electricity. The fire tore at her nipples and her pussy. Through the fog, she heard the bell tinkle, and she came, violently and spasmodically. She heard loud screaming and realized it was she. She writhed, and still the electricity bit her tender flesh, and again the bell rang and rang. She lost control of her bodily functions. Warm urine spurted from her as she came again and again, all to the tinkling of her little bell. Finally, Mitch switched off the electricity and she fainted. When she revived, she saw Mitch and Gabrielle fucking. From the liquid sounds of Mitch’s cock driving into her, Gabrielle was incredibly wet.

Mitch left her alone that night. She slept a deep and dreamless sleep, but when she awoke, he announced the next phase of training would begin. After eating from her dog bowl, Mitch took her into the dungeon again. She was tied and suspended.

“Now I am going to teach you to cum whenever you get a cock or a pussy in your mouth,” Mitch announced. He stripped naked, something he did rarely. Lowering her to the level of his cock, he held the little bell. As soon as she took his cock into her mouth, he rang the bell, and she came. After awhile he didn’t need the bell. The afternoon and evening were spent training her to cum when she ate pussy or had a penis in her pussy or ass. The next two days, she learned to cum when she was caned or whipped.

When, after a month, she was a total slave, conditioned to cum. Mitch had two bells. One was ordinary orgasms, and the other, lower toned, made her squirt. Mitch amused himself by ringing them as pleased him. The pleasure for Heather was intense. She was without will, just a fucking machine that came and came. She felt the freedom of her body in a strange way. She was a total animal. She went naked all the time and usually slept at the foot of Mitch and Gabrielle’s bed. She was completely without will and was therefore completely free. She never spoke and learned to whine. When Mitch and Gabrielle had sex, she would whine to be allowed to clean up Gabrielle with her tongue. Mitch quit fucking her, saying he was not into bestiality and laughing, but they did sometimes let her lick Gabrielle while Mitch fucked her, and once in a while he would pull out his cock and let her suck as he came. She loved to have his hot, salty semen pump into her mouth. Her training with the bell was so good that he didn’t even need to ring the bell to make her cum when he did.

She reveled in her dogness. She enjoyed having Cassius sniff of her, lick her and mount her whenever he wanted. The feel of his rough wet tongue on her clit always caused her to spread her legs and usually her labia to fully expose her large clitoris, which Cassius licked vigorously with his rough tongue. When Cassius was ready to mount her, she knew exactly how to position herself so that his large cock would penetrate her in whichever opening she wanted at the time. Sometimes she wanted him humping her vagina, and others her ass. The feel of him deep inside her, insistent and animal brought her to the depths she sought. Mitch would often ring his bell and make her cum several times, but she didn’t really need the bell. She was in a state of continual sexual arousal, her enlarged clit protuberant and sensitive. When Cassius came in her, she often would lick him and suck him, making herself cum in the process until finally the dog would hide from her voracious appetites. Then she would masturbate no matter where she was. Mitch found this hugely funny and often would ring the lower-toned bell to make her squirt and then force her to lick up her own juices from the floor.

Mitch also continued her physical training with the lash and even the cane. He delighted in whipping her back, her buttocks, her breasts and her pussy while ringing one of his bells. She often would faint from the overload of endorphins from the pain and from the climax after climax. Once while caning her breasts, he rang the bell continuously until she lost complete control of her body and drifted far, far into subspace. As she drifted, cumming and feeling the intense pain of the caning, she wondered if she would ever come back.

She was in heaven, total, blissful heaven. “This we have to share, Gabby,” she heard Mitch say as she returned to consciousness. She came again at the thought.

One evening two of Mitch’s and Gabrielle’s friends came over. Heather served them drinks. She was naked, of course. The woman, in particular, could not keep her eyes off Heather’s large clit, which was swollen because of her continuous sexual arousal. After serving the drinks, Heather sat in the corner waiting further instructions. Cassius entered the room and saw her. He thrust his muzzle between her legs, which Heather spread so he could lick her. She didn’t care that people were watching her total, abject degradation. She spread her labia so Cassius’s rough tongue could get her tenderest parts. Soon she would let him mount her in front of the guests. She could imagine how her mother would disapprove, and that made Heather even hotter. She was finally free of that perfectionism and need to please. 

“I think our bitch is in heat,” Mitch explained to the guests. “Cassius has been getting a lot of sex, recently.” Heather could feel the couple’s eyes on her as Cassius continued to lick. She watched as his rough tongue licked at her opening and her clit. She heard Mitch’s little bell, and trained as she was, she let the orgasm wash over her.

“I have her trained to cum on demand,” Mitch explained. “I can make it happen any time I want.” With that he rang the bell again. Heather spread her legs as widely as she could, opening her labia to Cassius’s rough, insistent tongue. She moaned, felt herself flush, and came again, feeling entirely depraved. She got on her knees, and crawled under Cassius taking his big, red cock into her mouth. She positioned herself so her pussy could be seen by the couple. The woman’s hot eyes were on her big clit. She was licking and sucking Cassius’s big, red cock. His fluids were flowing into her mouth. She felt him pump his semen into her mouth. Mitch rang the little bell, and she came, again, feeling the woman’s hot eyes on her spasming vagina.

She crawled out from under Cassius and positioned herself to where the dog could mount her. His forelegs gripped her waist, and he mounted. His big cock drove into her, all the way up to the knot, which spread her pussy wide. “Uh!” she moaned. Cassius began to fuck her. There was no slow to it, just insistent, pounding thrusts that went all the way in and hard. She thrust back to meet him while the guests laughed at the sight.