The Pain Slut
sequel and prequel to Transformed into a Slut
Part 3
Chapter 7
The Slave- Contract
Master had returned from abroad, and he chose me as his slave girl again. Yeah!
Yesterday the long-awaited summer holidays began, and as Master had wished I had also applied for a sabbatical year; this was approved, and now I am looking forward to a year without service.
I hoped it would mean traveling around the world, spending endless holidays with him and Rita and being ruled by the two of them; that would be hot.
But in Rita’s studio, they revealed their true plans to me. I was to live in total slavery for a year on an island with a kind of corrective prison for female slaves. Conveniently, this place was a kind of brother for rich sadists who were able to pay extremely high prices for a holiday there.
The female slaves could be used to almost no limits. The prison governor and the wardens had full authority to punish and abusethe enslaved girls and women.
I felt an increasing tingling in my pussy; my nipples got hard.
Since I knelt naked in front of them, they couldn’t miss my excitement. Rita could surely smell my pussy juices.
She looked at me sternly: “Some slave girls are kept there to get re-educated because they failed to satisfy their mistress or master.”
Feeling confused, I asked them what I had done wrong to require re-education. My Master replied, “You did nothing wrong, Three; on the contrary, this is intended as a reward for you.”
“But Master, we have not yet talked about my diaries. Are you very disappointed with me? My lies and secrets and…
“Hush, Three, do not worry,” he interrupted me gently. “I must confess that when I read your diaries, I was initially annoyed because you kept secrets and manipulated me. But all that was a long while ago and I forgive you.
Do you understand that your father executed control over you in a way akin to mind control?
You wanted to protect him, there’s nothing wrong with that.
Now you accepted to be my obedient slave girl, my three-hole slut, my sex toy and that’s the only thing that matters.
You are even closer to me because I know you better than before, your submissive heart and your willingness to suffer.
We both were naive youngsters when we married and stayed so during our marriage. Well at least me.
We have advanced now; you have found your determination in submission as I discovered it in dominating devoted women like you.”
“We think this slave contract would be just right for you and your subservient desires. It will be the greatest adventure of your life and your biggest challenge,” Rita added, playingfully stranding a strand of hair out of my face. And your forced chattity would not be an issue on the slave island. You can come as often as you like.”
She paused for a moment to let the argument sink in.
“You can refuse this request,’ she continued. ‘Nothing will change between us. But if you sign this contract, we can’t reverse the process. So, choose wisely.”
“I trust you both,” I heard myself say. “I sign willing and cheerful.”
“Do you not want to read the deal and take some time to think about it?”
I heard a voice in my head say, “Yes, that would be wise.”
“No, thank you.” I felt the itchy dampness between my legs as I took the pencil and signed without reading.
“What happens next?” I inquired.
“I will mail the signed contract to the address provided,” Master stated. You will then receive additional instructions.
But for now, Three, you are still here, Rita and I must supervise you.” I want to continue your training and use your body for my pleasure.” These were the words I wanted to hear.
I soon felt Master’s cock pulsing inside of me, he had selected my backdoor. I came to love it when he took my back passage, it was such a humiliation for my pussy. My pleasure centre, all my erogenous zones, pulsating labia and cliporis, longing G-spot, well lubricated, smelling of sex and craving attention – in vain, unredeemed.
My tongue began to twirl in Rita’s pussy. I got the biggest kick from being used solely for their pleasure.
Even an orgasm was inferior to this feeling of surrendering to the enjoyment of Master and Mistress.
My climax was unimportant, the important thing was that I could give others an unforgettable orgasm.
Rita immediately began to moan and understand voluptuously as I took both her breasts in my hands and pinched her nipples.
I was aware that her cliporis and nipples were directly connected, and that they getting both stimulated caused her to cum very fast.
Her body compromised wildly on the bed linen and her hot, spicy fluids poured over my face. I enjoyed licking up her nectar and swallowing it.
Master’s thrusts accelerated, and his balls smoked my ass because he could no longer hold. He unloaded and poured a hot gush into my rectum, moaning, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, your arsehole is your best asset.”
He used a butt plug to seal me up.
My hard obedience training as a naked slave began as usual after they had resolved their strength.
They made me crawl and called me their dog or pet. ‘Heel,’ ‘sit,’ and ‘lie down’ were my commands, and woe betide me if I didn’t obey quickly enough.
They made me gasp, sweat, crawl faster, and even whine and bark like a dog.
Then I had to practice the twelve slave poses until I was nothing but sweaty naked slave flesh. I loved every second of it. Having to show every part of my naked body excited me.
“To the pole” Rita ordered clapping her hands. “Master will like the new choreography you have rehearsed.
I waited in the start position, Rita turned the music on.
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
‘Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave
Ex’s & Oh’s by Elle King, this song made Master smile. She sang of her Ex-lovers and the Ohs were standing for the orgasms she gave them.
How very appropriate for our situation.
I loved pole dancing; it allowed me to express myself artistically and to show off my tits and cunt.
To execute the moves like Swan or Superwoman perfectly was basic but connecting them to a choreography suiting the song was the hardest part. I was very proud of my erotic performance.
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s
Whenever “Ex’s and oh’s” sounded, I always turned to face Master.
They both applauded, I curtsied repeatedly and then kneeled like a good slave girl.
They were not finished with me yet and went on to provide additionaltraining for the slave positions. My horniness almost overwhelmed me, what a rollercoaster of emotions, they wanted to further tease and punishment me
From the knee- to ear -pose in the wheel pose, and return.
My skinny body moved quickly, spreading sweat drops. Again, faster, my tendons strained to breaking point. In both poses, my body was so vulnerable, my most sacred places exposed.
“Precise realisation Three, you can do it!
Stay in the wheel, stay!”
After a few minutes, I started to shake, my muscles failed and I could no longer hold the requested pose.
Rita yelled: “You failed Three, your punishment will be the Pain cunt”
“As usual, you receive it in slave position four, the knee-to-ear position, legs spread and with your hands pulling your ass crack and pussy lips far apart,” Master ordered with a cruel smile.
Master and Rita were leaning over me, both aroused and full of anticipation of the pain they would inflict on me.
I knewit, my pussy was the most important part of my body for both of them, my centre of pleasure that they wanted to dominate and punish.
I smelled Rita’s dripping pussy and had a fascinated look at Master’s steel-hard phallus, at noon position upwards, like the cane he held in his right hand
I prepared myself for the pain and tried to wish it on myself. It was as if I were looking at this horny slave beast and pain toy from the outside, expectedly pulling her cunt wide apart.
The cane hurtled down and hit its target. I almost blacked out. The pain was indescribable you couldn’t prepare for it, I was discharging tears, sweat and whimpering.
Rita roughly twisted my nipples and pushed her tongue into my mouth, powerful and demanding and from one moment to the next, this divine heat around in me.
I feel a glowing wave of fire in my loins, pain mingled with pleasure. My body, still tense in the knee-to-ear position, first went rigid and then began to tremble violenttly.
Oh fuck, my orgasm batteryed its way through. Unstoppable. My exhausted and tormented corpse had transformed the pain into pleasure.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” was all I could manage to stammer.
I came hard and shuddered and cried hot tears of pleasure.
My batteryed vagina wasn’t crying tears at all, it started squirting.
Still folded up in pose four, I looked up at my pussy, pulsating with lust, pampering my face with jets of my juice.
Rita stopped kissing me and turned her face to my well.” Wow, Three, how delicious you taste my filter little pain whore”
We were lying on the futon together. Rita caresed me and Master muttered: “Three you are now unpunishable, I give up on your education.”
Rita laughed loud “And I quit, Sir.”
I knew it was just kidding because some seconds later, Master demanded: “Get your ass over there, Three, I want to use your slutty throat.”
How I enjoyed complying with this request.
Chapter 8
Caught
The next day, the doorbell at my apartment rang constantly. I had hoped to be able to sleep.
I shuffled to the door, wrapped in my dressing gown, and peered through the peephole. A policewoman? Had something happened, an accident, possibly involving Master or Rita?
I quickly opened the door, and the woman pushed me roughly back into the flat before entering the room.
Two uniformed men appeared behind her, forced their way in and closed the door.
The woman inquired businesslike: “Are you Professor Dr Ines N, alias Three?”
“I agree, officer, but…”
“Did you sign the slave contract?” She rudely interrupted me and presented some sheets of paper.
Now I understand. The slave island’s minions.
“Yes, but…”
“Grabher!” The woman barked.
One of the men pulled my hair, the other tore off my robe. It all happened so quickly. I was naked and exposed.
“Where are the keys to your pussy padlocks?” asked thefake policeman.
“It’s in the sleeping room on the nightstand” I stammered completely overwhelmed.
The uniformed slut pointed to the open bedroom door and looked at the minion holding my robe in his big paws. He soon returned with the device; I had to unlock my pussy.
I told resignedly and said, “Please give me some time in the bathroom, then I’ll get dressed and pack my bags.”
They were laughing at me, and the bitch said snidely: “Surprise! You stay naked as you are, darling. But before we go, you will pay the fee anyway.”
The big Minion pushed me to the ground and fixed me there. The other one undressed and mounted me. It all happened so fast, his glans pushed against my pussy and seconds later his cock was inside me up to his balls.
I was just raped in my own flat.
The woman watched with fascination: “We don’t need any lubricant for this slut, get under her and fuck her arse.”
I was lifted and he slid under me, the woman helped him topush his cock into my anus, deeper, until I felt his balls pressing against my perineum.
The second minion had undressed and lay down on top of me, greedily pressing his cock against my pussy.
Then I felt him enter my vagina, now both were fucking me, from the front and from behind. Suddenly, I noticed the female police officer approaching me with a massive metal collar.
As she put it on me, it locked with a click, feeling cold, tight and heavy. “This is the guarantee that you will behave, my darling.”
I cried in pain when she pressed a button on the device in her hand.
“That was only level one; we have 10 levels. The first five can be applied without health damage, so you’d better cooperate.”
How could I cooperate more? I was raped in my own apartment, and I didn’t even resist.
“Can’t you shock her again, her pussy gets so tight.” grunted the taller of the two, who still had his police cap on.
The bitch did it and the electric shock went through me, I screamed in agony and the men howled with pleasure.
The minis changed positions, it was disgusting and hot at the same time. After they had thoroughly fucked me, they attached a speculum to my mouth to spread it open, so they could fuck my face better. I was helpless and when they both ejaculated into my mouth, I had to swallow it all.
It was humiliating, but my submissive desires almost brought me to a climax.
“Cuff her to the chair in the transport position.”
I was still dripping cum from my chin as they forced me to lie down on my dining room chair. My body was cuffed with my back to the seat, my head hanging down, my legs pushed up and back, my ankles cuffed to the back of the chair and my wrists cuffed to the chair legs.
In this helpless position, my pussy was open to any kind of fondling or sexual act they wanted. The slut put a ball gag in my mouth and fastened it.
The minions grabbed the chair by the back and legs and liftedme for transport. Finally, the female minion throw a blanket over the chair and my body; suddenly darkness.
Nobody rescued me when they abducted me from my apartment. They took the lift down to the underground car park, then I was carried to a car and thrown into the boot.
I lost track of time, but I don’t think it took us more than an hour. The car stopped, I was lifted out and carried a few steps, the chair was put down, and they left, shutting the door.
Even more darkness and silence. I was still tied to the chair, my back ached, and the ropes cut into my wrists and ankles.
I was thirsty and hungry and had a painful urge to urinate.
Time passed, but I had no idea how many hours had gone by since I no longer had a watch or a smartphone.
Suddenly, the door opened with a creak and footsteps and voices were heard: ‘The last two, now we’re complete.
25 piglets, ha-ha.
Call the helicopter team.’
The door was slammed shut again. “Hello,”a weak female voice said. ” Is someone there?”
“Please be quiet,” another voice, “we’ll be punished if they hear us.”
My comment on this: “Haven’t you two read the contract either?’
Silence again.
Sometimes later I heard the rotor blades of a helicopter, the door slammed open, my chair was lifted, I felt a rush of air, and the blanket moved.
I caught a glimpse of a group of uniformed men carrying chairs with other victims hidden under blankets. The sound of the rotors got louder. Then, the chairs were placed in the Heli’s load area.
They treated us like objects, not like people. Two hours passed, or maybe three? I don’t know.
I was suffering from cold, hunger and thirst, plus I had a full bladder, stiff limbs and a stiff neck. Then the helicopter landed.
The blanket was pulled away and I was freed from my bonds like the other sufferers. I saw naked women and girls, black, brown, white and yellow, all naked and with steel collars, lookingaround fearfully. They stretched their stiff limbs.
Many were blessed with physical modifications, big breasts, puffy lips, piercings and tattoos. I estimated their age to be between 18 and 38 years, all exceptionally beautiful.
The guards pushed us forward, and we left the helicopter. A blazing sun was high in the sky and the weather was hot and humid.
“Take them to the trench first.” We continued through the trees and bushes, there was only a narrow path. I smelled it before I saw it.
The stench of faeces was terrible and disgusting.
Then I saw the trench, with plans over the pit and gaps for us to squat over and relieve ourselves.
I groaned inwardly, but I did my business like the others and trembled with relief. There was no privacy. As I had feared, there was no paper or water to clean myself. I felt dirty, and I heard the other girls murmuring in disbelief.
“Piglets don’t wash,” grinned one of the guards, “now line up.”
“Ouch, ouch.” The pretty red-haired girl, who was last in line, doubled over in pain, sank to her knees and wept.
The guards laughed: “You’d better anxious, pigs, the devil takes the last.”
“Soon you will get your work gear, shoes, gloves and tools. But first, the snouts and tails of the pigs.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw plastic pigtails fixed to butt plugs lying in a basket.
“Bend over, piggies, hands on your ass cheeks and spread wide. Relax, for anal whores like you, lube would be a waste.”
When it was my turn, I felt the brutal penetration of the plug into my asshole.
“Now the pig snouts, and they’re not plastic Hehe”
When the snout was placed over my nose and tied behind my head with a tight knot, the smell of a dead animal rose to my nose.
“Now stand up and look at this herd of pigs.”
We obeyed, and I looked around and saw sad eyes looking back at me. Amid beautiful faces, the pigs’ snouts stuck out. The curly tails that peeped out from between our ass cheats completed the dehumanising process.
Equipped with work shoes, gloves, buckets and ridiculously small shoes, they herded us to a place marked with wooden sticks.
The guards shouted at us all at once:
“You have to dig a new trench for your pig shit!”
“Six feet deep, you bitches”
“Don’t talk while you’re working, just grunt and wave with your pig paws.”
“You carried the excavated soil to the bushes 500 feet away, and you’d better run with the buckets.”
“If you don’t try your best, you’ll regret it.”
“Let’s go!”
I slaved away all afternoon, digging with the toy shovel, running with full buckets, running back with empty ones. I sweated in the hot sun, luckyly the layer of dirt on my skin prevented me from sunburn.
“The stupid pig has lost its snout,” shouted one of the guards.
“Ahh! Ouch, please no, ouch,” whimpered a black girl, emrithing in the dirt.
Cruela, the female overseer, fastened the snout with more force and the girl screamed. “If you lose it again, stupid slut, I’ll nail it to your pig face.”
She strolled back to a shady spot where the other guards were relaxing in deckchairs, sipping drinks.
After hours of hard labour in the sweltering heat, I looked forward to a shower, a meal and a comfortable bed. At least they gave us enough water to drink, even if it tasted brackish and warm.
We were herded to the neary camp when the sun went down.
On the way back, we passed the cesspit and were allowed to relieve ourselves again.
“Do not forget to take your pigtail off, when you do big pig business, ha, ha.”
We had to stop in front of the barracks and line up. My knees were weak from hunger. I smelled grilled food and realized that dinner was being prepared in the camp.
I noticed a table with a tablecloth on the left side, but it was only big enough for maybe six people, the guards. My dream of grilled meat with sauces and salad was over.
Completely exhausted, we stood in line as ordered and watched the guards eat, drink, smoke, laugh and curse, ignoring us.
Dinner was served by girls dressed only in high heels and black and red stockings. They wore metal collars like us pigs but were clean and looked like they used body lotion regularly.
After dinner, the girls cleared the table, returned to serve drinks, and were used by the guards for fallatio.
“What a mess,” murmured the girl next to me.
“Oral service,” I whispered back, glancing at my neighbor, a petite Asian with enlarged breasts.
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