How I went from a virgin to a slutty sex-slave at age 14 Part 2

I was 14 and my dad forced me to wear ugly clothes to cover my body but then he died and i became the school slut.

Part 1

“you did very well for your first day at school as my sex slave .now lets get back home and continue your training” he said. We drove back to his house and he brought me down to his basement. the cold air and the hard stone floor reminded me of the pain I felt the last time that he had brought me there.I shivered, a combination of fear and anticipation sending shudders through my already exhausted body. The basement was his haven, a place designed for the darker facets of pleasure, adorned with contraptions that pushed the boundaries of what I thought I could endure. But after what had transpired at school, I had been irrevocably changed; my limits stretched and my desires inflamed by his masterful touch. He flicked on the lights, and the array of machines came into view, their silhouettes casting ominous shadows across the stone walls. Chains clinked softly in the muted silence, like whispering ghosts recounting tales of past ecstasies. Despite the coolness of the room, a flush spread over my skin at the memory of just one of the most tame of those relentless machines. Master stepped close to me, his eyes scanning my form with an intensity that made me feel as if he was peering straight into my soul. “You endured well today,” he began, his voice low. “thank you sir” I said shyly and afraid of the cold metal sex machines that lay before me. “But endurance is only the beginning,” he continued, the corner of his lips tilting upwards in a barely perceptible smile. “True mastery comes with embracing the full breadth of your desires, and the depths of your surrender.” I remained silent, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird seeking freedom. The machines were silent sentinels, their purpose both thrilling and terrifying. He approached one, running his fingers over its sleek, metallic form with a lover’s touch. “This,” he said, gesturing to the contraption before him, “is designed to test your limits even further.” The cold curiosity in his voice sent shivers down my spine. It was clear that each device held an intention, a promise of pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. He looked back at me, his gaze piercing. “But fear not, my pet. Under my guidance, you will find liberation in your submission.” He extended his hand toward me, and as I placed mine in his, I felt a tremor of both trepidation and eagerness. The warmth of his hand was a stark contrast to the chilling presence of the machines that surrounded us. His grip was firm, an anchor in the sea of uncertainty that threatened to drown me.He led me to the center of the room, to the machine he had been admiring moments ago. Its design was intricate, with restraints and appendages that could be adjusted to a variety of positions. He circled it slowly, examining the device as if he were about to reveal a grand secret. “This,” he paused, letting the word hang heavy in the air, “is where you will shatter once more and be remade.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. The room seemed to close in on me as he began explaining how the machine functioned. Motors hummed to life at the flick of a switch, and mechanical arms moved with an almost sentient grace. “this machine has no feelings” he said “I will lock you into your restraints and leave it to fuck you all night untill morning. it will not stop if you scream it will not stop if you cry it won’t even stop if you are dead. it will simply keep fucking your lifeless body. be afraid of it. because it has no end to its cruelty”. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, a cacophonous roar that drowned out every other sound. Fear clutched at my heart like a vice, and for a moment, I almost recoiled from his touch. But his presence was commanding, a force that both frightened and compelled me. As he guided me toward the machine, my legs felt like they were weighted with lead, each step more arduous than the last.
He fastened the restraints securely around my wrists, ankles, and neck with each click of the locks, a shiver ran down my spine. The cold metal against my skin was a stark reminder of the clinical detachment this machine operated with—a stark contrast to the warmth and fleshly desire that had consumed us earlier. My body was contorted in a twisted position, my head forced to face the sky and my arms stretched behind my back. My knees were bent and spread wide, with a metallic instrument on a piston aimed directly at my exposed crotch. The fearful anticipation built within me as he made minor adjustments to the machine’s settings, ensuring everything was perfectly aligned. His attention to detail was meticulous, a trait that both scared and excited me. The room fell into silence as he stepped back to observe his handiwork. His eyes, dark and unreadable, swept over me one last time before he moved to the control panel. I watched him with bated breath, my heart pounding louder than the hum of the machine. He paused, his hand hovering over the start button. “In this moment,” he said, his voice a low murmur that carried across the room, “you surrender not to me, but to yourself—to the abyss of your own hidden cravings.” His finger pressed down, and the machinery lurched into motion. The piston slowly began to slide back and forth and The frigid, unyielding touch of the metal phallus sent a shiver down my spine, its unforgiving tip piercing through the delicate flesh of my entrance with excruciating precision. With each thrust, a bolt of searing pain shot through me, my muscles clenching and spasming uncontrollably. There was no escape from this relentless machine, each movement calculated to break down every barrier I had constructed around my most primal desires, leaving me raw and exposed to its unfeeling rhythm. The room echoed with the mechanical ballet of cogs and gears, a symphony of modern debauchery that threatened to consume my sanity. Above the incessant drone, my own voice was lost—a wail of agony and ecstasy intertwined in a gasp that hung heavy in the chilled air. There, in the merciless grasp of steel and silicone, I found myself on a precipice, teetering between terror and transcendence.
Master watched with an artist’s appreciation, each whirr and click of the machine a brushstroke on the canvas of my vulnerability. He had orchestrated this symphony, composed this dance of flesh and metal, and as the conductor of my pain he stood impassive, a statue graced with the power of gods old and new. As the machine continued its relentless assault, my mind began to slip into a hazy state of delirium. The pain and pleasure melded together in a chaotic cacophony, blurring into one indistinguishable sensation. My body writhed and trembled uncontrollably, muscles spasming as I struggled to keep up with the relentless rhythm of the machine. Time twisted and contorted in that dark stone prison, each second stretching into an eternal abyss under the relentless assault of the machine. My body was wracked with violent convulsions, my senses overwhelmed by a searing agony that surpassed any mortal experience. It was a brutal torture, a blazing inferno of sensation that threatened to consume my mind and shatter my sanity into jagged fragments. I screamed my heart out through each of these eterenal moment but the machine, indifferent as ever, continued its relentless pursuit of my limits and I began to sob. Not moan or scream but just sob tears streamed down my face, mingling with the sweat and drool that coated my skin. I had reached a breaking point, beyond pain and pleasure, beyond rational thought. The machine had stripped me bare, both physically and emotionally, and all that was left was a raw and vulnerable being. In that moment, I understood what Master had meant. This was a crucible, a forge for my own desires. With every thrust, the machine tore down the walls I had built, revealing the hidden longings I had buried deep within. The truth was that I needed this. I craved this. And with each stroke of the unforgiving metal, the truth became clearer, more tangible. In the face of such brutality, I was nothing but an animal, driven by baser instincts and primal urges. My body was a vessel for a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. As the machine pushed me to the edge, my cries became more desperate, the agony and ecstasy mingling into a crescendo of emotion. I was a limp, twitching, drooling mess. My voice was hoarse and raw, having screamed the entire time. My muscles ached and my limbs trembled, but the relentless piston continued to slide in and out of me without mercy. This brutal and mindless assault on my body went on for 11 hours untill my then pathetic attempts to scream were drowned out by master footsteps decending the stairs down to the basement. I could barley think through the pain as master came into my field of vision. he looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and pride. I had survived the machine’s torment but I was broken. The machine had done it’s job, the thing was covered in blood, sweat, cum, tears, and drool.T he smell was rancid and as Master walked up to the control panel and pressed the off button, and the piston slowed down before stopping entirely. the restraints clicked open, and as they released me, my body collapsed to the floor. I had no strength left in my muscles, no fight left in my spirit.
The room was deathly silent, save for my shallow breathing and Master’s footsteps drawing closer, a predator stalking his prey. He knelt beside me, his hand gently caressing my cheek, it stung, still sensitive from the salty tears that had dried upon it. His eyes gazed upon me with a mix of emotions—pity, admiration, and satisfaction, all swirling within those dark eyes. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “Utterly broken. Perfectly wrecked.” He gazed down at me, the darkness in his eyes swirling with an array of emotions that contrasted the painful nothingness inside of me. I felt nothing but the aching emptiness in my core, the absence of the unrelenting assault on my most intimate areas. It was both a relief and a torment, and the duality of that feeling was almost too much to bear. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do something, anything, to escape the overwhelming intensity of this moment, but all I could manage was a faint whimper, barely audible over the sound of my panting.
Master smiled, a knowing and almost tender expression on his face. “Shh,” he whispered, his hand moving from my cheek to gently stroke my hair. “You’ve endured so well, my pet.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, the whisper sending a shiver down the spine of my still trembling body. “And now,” he continued, his voice a low rumble that made my heart beat faster, “I will remake you. I will piece you back together and fill you with a pleasure that transcends mere words.” His hand traveled down my body, caressing my chest, my stomach, the curve of my hip, his touch igniting a fire within me. A moan escaped my lips, and his smile widened, his gaze turning predatory. “master please,” I managed to gasp out. “Please what, little one?” he asked, his fingers trailing lower, closer to the heat that throbbed between my legs. “Please…” I trailed off, unable to form the words. “Please, what?” he asked, his voice commanding, yet soft. “Please… no more” My voice cracked, the words escaping in a strangled cry. “No more? That’s not what I heard from you yesterday when you were screaming and begging for my cock” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. “No, master, please… don’t… I can’t…” The tears welled up in my eyes once again, and I felt the shame burning on my cheeks. “shhh… I know you can take it, little one” He murmured, his fingers tracing delicate circles along my inner thigh. I trembled, both from fear and arousal, the sensations heightened by the aftermath of the machine’s ruthless treatment. Every nerve in my body was raw, exposed, and hypersensitive, making even the slightest touch an overwhelming assault on my most vulnerable senses. “I’m… I’m sorry, master, I don’t… I can’t…” My body shook, a mix of exhaustion and fear coursing through my veins. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a dark determination, a lust that could not be denied. “You will.”
His fingers brushed against the soft, damp folds between my legs, sending a jolt of electricity through me. He began to gently rub my clit, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. “stop” I whimpered and cried “I can’t take it”The pain was intoxicating, but my body responded to his touch without hesitation, arching into him, begging for more. His fingers began moving with expert precision, bringing me to the brink of orgasm in mere seconds. I squirmed beneath him, a futile effort to escape the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. My breaths were shallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my heart pounded against my ribcage. Master’s lips curved into a devilish grin as he watched me unravel, a sight that only fueled his own desire.
I closed my eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, and let out a ragged cry that turned into a flury of hoarse, painful coughs. “That’s it, little one” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Give in to me. Give in to your desire.” I felt him enter me in one swift motion, his thick cock stretching me to my limit, filling me with a searing heat that faded everything away unil the only reality left was the exquisite agony between my legs. My cries turned into a wordless and gutteral wail as he thrust into me, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me to the brink of madness with every thrust feeling like it torn through my guts. It was pure and unadulterated ecstasy, the kind of pleasure that can only be achieved through the most brutal and primal forms of submission. My mind was consumed by the sensation, a haze of pain and pleasure, as I surrendered completely, my body no longer mine to control. With each thrust, he took possession of me, claiming every inch of my being as his own. He owned me, body and soul, and in that moment, there was no greater bliss than to be my master’s filthy and used whore. The room filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the wet slap of skin on skin mingling with the symphony of our combined moans. His pace quickened, his cock slamming into me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs, and I felt the pressure building within me, a coiled spring ready to burst once again. I gasped and writhed beneath him, my body no longer able to withstand the onslaught of pleasure. I cried out, my voice raw and ragged, the words coming out in a garbled mess of sounds. “USE ME” I coughed as he slammed into me over and over. “FUCK ME” I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls. He chuckled softly, his hands gripping my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, the pain and pleasure mixing together until I was no longer sure where one ended and the other began. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside me, the agonizingly superlative torture of his cock thrusting deeper and deeper. I was close, so close, teetering on the edge of the greatest climax I had ever experienced, when I felt his hand around my throat, his fingers pressing against the soft flesh, cutting off my air supply. I gasped and struggled, but he held me tight, his grip unwavering. The edges of my vision began to blur, and I felt the familiar sensation of my consciousness slipping away. Just as I thought I was about to blackout, his grip relaxed, allowing me to draw a breath. His rhythm changed, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, pushing me further and further towards the edge. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, my mind a white blank, all rational thought erased. There was nothing but him, his body moving against mine, his cock claiming my body and mind as it’s plaything. He pounded into me mercilessly, his grip on my neck tightening once again, bringing me closer and closer to the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness. The lack of oxygen was dizzying, sending me spiraling into a realm of ecstasy that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The pressure built and built, and I was helpless to stop it, the tsunami of pleasure drowning me, tearing through the woman I once was and finally turning me into his mindless whore. As the waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body spasmed and writhed uncontrollably, and with a guttural moan that was both a cry of anguish and a hymn of bliss, I shattered into a million pieces, the world around me disappearing into a black abyss. I don’t know how long I lay there, a ragdoll of sated flesh and bone, my body and soul utterly spent. Master’s touch brought me back to the present, his fingers gently stroking my hair. “My perfect little slut,” he murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. “You did so well, taking every inch of me and begging for more.” I was still trembling, the aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through me. “thank you, master” I managed to say, my voice hoarse and barely audible. He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. “That was only the beginning, little one. The night has just begun, and I intend to make the most of it.” He reached for me, and as his hands traced over my body, a spark of excitement ignited within me. His touch was a flame, burning through my flesh and igniting a renewed desire, despite the agony and exhaustion of my broken and used body. I was his, and his alone. And the night was still young. My body was covered in sweat, drool, and tears, my throat raw from screaming, my eyes red from crying, and yet I wanted nothing more than to conitnue pleasing him. So I crawled toward him on my knees, a willing and obedient pet, eager to please her master. Without a word I took him in my mouth, his thick, musky, and salty member filling my mouth, amixture of my own juices and his cum on my stretched lips, I knew that I was exactly where I belonged, and the realization made me shiver with anticipation. With a smile on my lips, I began to suck him off, eager to please him and show him just how much I had learned. As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me, his grip gentle but firm. The sensation was intoxicating, the knowledge that I was his and his alone making my pussy wet with excitement. My tongue explored every inch of him, lapping up every drop of his sweet precum and savoring the taste of my own juices mixed with his. His moans and groans of pleasure filled the air, and I could feel his muscles tensing, his grip on my hair growing tighter. The taste and scent of him, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, was more than I could handle and as he shot his load down my throat, I felt my own body tensing and writhing, my climax following shortly after. My body was spent, the orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire, leaving me weak and trembling, having cum from simply giving him a blowjob. My vision blurred, the world spinning around me. “Thank you, master,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. He chuckled softly, his hand gently stroking my hair. “You’re welcome, little one. but it is now time for the next step of your training” he said, helping me onto my feet. I was shaking, the aftershocks of my orgasm still coursing through my veins, and it was only his support that kept me upright. He led me up the stairs and to his bedroom where he bound my arms behind my back and put a gag in my mouth. he then layed me on my stomach and bound my legs to the bed posts behind me. He then took out a riding crop and began to whip me. The first strike sent a shockwave of unexpected pain through me, my cries muffled by the gag. He continued, each blow fell harder and harder, the searing sting of the crop making my body jerk and writhe with a usless yet instictual attempt to escape. But he did not relent, the sharp crack of the leather against my bare flesh filling the air, the agony a reminder of my complete and utter helplessness. I was at his mercy. I was his slave. And I loved every minute of it. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of the power he had over me. It was a humbling experience, knowing that he could do anything he wanted to me, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. The thought made me shudder, a mix of fear and excitement running down my spine. My cries echoed in the room, the sound mingling with the crisp snap of the crop, and despite the agony, I was wet. The pain only heightened the pleasure, my body betraying me, reacting in ways I never could have imagined. Each strike sent a jolt of electricity through me, the intensity increasing as the welts rose on my skin, a crimson testament to his dominance over me. It was a reminder of who I was, who I belonged to, and the knowledge only intensified the aching desire within me. My cries and screams became moans and groans, untill suddenly the pain ceased as he stopped whipping me only leaving my bare ass with a stinging sensation and welts from his crop. He then climbed onto the bed, his fingers tracing the marks on my flesh, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I could hear the smile in his voice, the sadistic pleasure he took in my torment. “have you ever had your asshole fucked before?” he asked. The question caught me off guard, and I shook my head, the gag making me unable to speak. He chuckled, a dark and sinister sound. “Good, then this will be a first for you,” he said, his hands spreading my cheeks apart. My heart was pounding, the anticipation and fear combining into a cocktail of adrenaline that coursed through my veins. “You will love it,” he continued, his finger circling the tight ring of muscle. “Your virgin asshole will become a willing fuckhole. Your body will crave it, beg for it.” His words sent a shiver of both terror and excitement through me, and I could feel the wetness between my legs, a traitorous sign of my arousal. He was right. I wanted it. I wanted him to claim every part of me, to violate my most intimate areas. I wanted to be his slave, his plaything, his fucktoy and if this was what he wanted, I would gladly submit.
I felt his fingers push into me, the intrusion painful and yet strangely pleasurable, a new sensation that made my toes curl. His other hand holding me up using my bound arms as a handle. He slowly fingered my ass, the feeling strange and yet incredibly arousing. I moaned, the sound muffled by the gag, as he slipped another finger into me, the two digits stretching me open and making me squirm and buck my hips. He leaned over me, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Such a tight little asshole,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “So perfect for fucking.” My body was on fire, every nerve ending telling me to escape, to get away, and yet the pleasure was undeniable. My pussy was dripping wet, the slick heat between my legs an obvious sign of my arousal. He slowly stretched my ass, his fingers pumping in and out of me, a slow and steady rhythm that drove me wild. My body was no longer under my control, every fiber of my being focused on the agony of his touch. He slipped another finger into me, the three digits stretching me wider, making me gasp, moan, and writhe against him. “That’s it, little slut,” he purred, his fingers moving faster, deeper, driving me to the edge. I was lost in a sea of sensation, my mind a haze of lust and pain. The pain built up untill his finger ripped out of my pulsating asshole and was replaced with his hard cock. His cock slid in, his thickness stretching me wide open and sending a shockwave of excrusiating pain through my body. I squeeled and cried out, the gag muffling my begs for mercy, but he continued, his cock forcing its way deeper into me. It felt like my ass was being split in two, the agony unlike anything I had ever experienced as he pushed further and further into me, each inch a new kind of hellish torture brought upon my weak, helpless body. I screamed and cried as if I was being cut into with a razor blade, but he was relentless, the torture shifting from slow agonizing thrusts to a brutal and punishing rhythm that drove the wind out of my lungs. My eyes rolled back and I felt my consciousness slipping away, as I felt both of his hands wrap around my neck and squeeze with all his might. I thought he was going to choke me until i died. I gasped and struggled for breath, his grip tightening, the lack of oxygen making my head swim and my vision blur. I was dying. I was being strangled to death. And yet the pain between my legs only intensified, the feeling of his cock inside me, stretching me open, bringing a twisted pleasure that was almost unbearable. It was too much, the combination of his suffocating grip on my neck and the sharp, blade like pain of his cock mashing my internal organs into a cock sleeve for him to ravage. My body trembled and shook, and I could feel the darkness closing in on me. With one final thrust, he pushed deep inside me, his cock filling me completely. As he fired an ocean of siering hot semen that shot through my body, a guttural and bellowing scream pushed past the gag in my mouth while my body spasmed and convulsed with a seizure inducing orgasm that pushed me to unconciousness. From what I know he continued to rape my twitching and almost lifeless body for hours until with a sickening pop, he pulled his cock out of my gaping and pulsating asshole, leaving a trail of semen and blood running down my legs. my body insinctually gasped for breath, the air flooding into my lungs, the sweet relief of oxygen almost too much for my starved body. As my consciousness began to return, I felt him release the binds around my arms and legs, freeing me from my restraints. As the numbness in my extremities began to wear off, I felt the soreness set in, my muscles aching, a dull pain pulsating from between my legs. I was exhausted and spent, the relentless pain and uncontrolable muscle spasms taking their toll on my body. My breathing was still ragged, the ache in my lungs making each breath a labor. My entire body was shaking, and as I tried to sit up, the room spun around me, the vertigo knocking me back down on my stomach. I groaned, the sound muffled by the mattress and as I tried to recover from the ordeal, I fell asleep in his bed. Moments later I awoke in the basement. My body was hooked up to a michine different than before. this one had two huge metal dildos as thick as my arm and as long a a ruler attached to it. As i woke up i found that I was naked and the machine was already fucking my ass and pussy. The pain was intense, the size and roughness of the machine’s phalluses tearing me apart, the stream of blood flowing out of both holes acting as a natural lube and letting the machine penetrate me deeper and deeper untill I felt them hitting the base of my womb and cervix. I tried to scream but I had a gag in my mouth, only letting out a muffled moan as I felt the cold, steel penetrating my womb. the machine didn’t stop there though. It was only the beginning of its cruel and inhumane treatment of me. With each thrust, the dildos would get faster and harder, ramming into me with a force that knocked the wind out of my lungs. My blood and cum splattered everywhere, coating the machine in a thin layer of crimson and viscous, white liquid. The agony was almost unbearable, the sensation of having my innermost depths destroyed, violated, and ruined a thousand times worse than any physical torture. I cried, sobbed, and screamed into the gag, the sound a futile and pathetic echo that drowned out the deafening roar of the machine’s pistons. The pain was blinding, and I thought I would pass out again, the lack of oxygen and the overwhelming agony too much for my body and mind to bear. And yet, even as I was on the brink of losing consciousness, the machine kept going, its relentless, merciless, and inhumane rhythm never slowing down, never stopping. suddenly, my gag was taken off and a third pison activated, thrusting a 12 inch dildo down my throat. The agony was unending, a torture that would not cease until I was reduced to nothing more than a quivering mess of flesh and bone. The tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva and blood that trickled from the corner of my mouth. blood curdling screams ripped out of my raw and used throat and as the next wave of ecstasy overtook me, my body exploded and I released myself once again, this time with a scream so hoarse that my throat spewed blood. It felt like my very soul was coming undone, my body shattered into a million pieces of bloody meat and bone as my brain was torn to shred but the pain continued unabated. I couldn’t breathe, everything hurt, and yet still I kept screaming, my body unable to stop or hold its cries, my screams and cries echoing throughout the room like the wailing of the damned. My body shuddered and shook, sweat pouring down my face and body as my mind slowly began to shut down. I could feel it now, the emptiness creeping up on me, threatening to consume me from within, my mind blank, my body empty. As the night wore on, I came more times than I could count only loosing track after 10 orgasms and my screams were replaced with raspy coughs and whimpers. By morning, my mouth, face, ass and pussy were filled and covered in blood. I heard his footsteps decend the stair to the basment my body still being ravaged by the merciless machine and held in place by the mechanical restraints. As he entered the room I tried to curse and scream at him between thrusts but each time my voice was choked out my the dildo ruthlessly fucking my throat. His eyes glistened with lust, his erection clearly visible through the thin fabric of his pants. He stared down at my blood spattered body, watching me limply take all three artifitial cocks simultaneously. He watched me cum for hours, my body jerking, my eyes rolling back in my head, my throat making gutteral gagging noises without control. When finally he stopped, the machine shut off, the pistions slowing to a stop and the restrains clicking open and dropping me down to the hard stone floor. I lay there gasping for breath, my limbs stiff and sore, blood dripping from my lips, pussy and ass onto the ground, staining the stone floor beneath my body. he knelt beside my and took a fistfull of my hair, pulling my head up so our faces were inches apart, his eyes ablaze.
“you’re a fucking monster” I whispered he spat in my face and then he let go of my hair, my body crumbling back onto the floor. He kicked my stomach which sent me flying across the cement floor, landing roughly on my side, the impact causing a throbbing pain through my entire left side. I coughed, up blood as he screamed “DON’T YOU EVER TALK TO YOUR FUCKING MASTER THAT WAY YOU FILTHY SLUT” he kicked my stomach again this time causing me to vomit on impact. I whimpered and cried out in pain, blood and barf spurting from my mouth and staining my lips and chin, my chest heaving uncontrollably, my skin soaked in a sea of red. He grabbed a whip and whipped me across my back, the stinging pain almost immediately numbing my senses. I moaned through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. he whipped me again and again In that moment, although I thought it had happend long before, I was finnaly broken, I was finnaly the mindless fleshlight that my master turned me into, a slutty sex-slave with an inability to feel anything other than pleasure.until I screamed out “IM SORRY” he paused for a moment, his face contorted in anger. Then he lifted the whip, ready to continue whipping my back. “NO DON’T! PLEASE DON’T! NO MORE!” I pleaded, my whole body trembling. “don’t do this sir please” I I whimpered “I didn’t mean what I said” I pleaded for him to believe me “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” He hesitated for a minute before sighing, lowering the whip. He turned to look at me, his expression softening as he looked at my broken and battered body, the bruises covering my body. He picked me up bridal style, and as he carried me into the bathroom, he gently laid me down on Part 1a plush bath mat, creating a soft landing for my broken form. His face was filled with a mix of regret and concern as he gazed upon the evidence of his brutal actions. With a tender touch, he began to clean away the traces of the torment I had endured. The mixture of blood, cum, drool, vomit, and sweat that stained my skin was carefully wiped away, revealing the rawness beneath. The water from the faucet cascaded over me like a gentle rain, washing away the physical remnants of the pain I had endured. As he cleaned, his hands moved with a delicate precision, ensuring that every bruise and cut received the attention it deserved. The warm water mingled with the soap, creating a soothing lather that caressed my wounds, offering a small measure of relief. The sting from each abrasion was momentarily forgotten as his caring touch alleviated some of the anguish that had consumed me. although the most painful parts of my body were my ass hole my pussy and my throat which he could not tend to with bandages or soap he ran a warm bath for me that I got into without hesitation, the steam enveloping me as soon as I settled underneath the hot water, my entire body relaxing. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and washed my messy hair making sure to take out all of the knots and clean my scalp thouroughly. He left the room and let me soak in the bath alone for about an hour or so. When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around myself and as I stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel, my master stood there, holding up a black leateher langerie harness that would show my tits and pussy while only covering my ass with a thin leather strap for me to wear. His eyes met mine, filled with a mix of possessiveness and satisfaction. “This is what you’ll be wearing today,” he commanded, his voice dripping with dominance. A surge of conflicting emotions swept through me. The tender care he had shown me in the bathroom moments ago clashed with the reality of my situation. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt – I had become nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, a submissive plaything, stripped of my autonomy. In that moment, as I stared at the skimpy outfit he had chosen, I understood the depths of my brokenness. The bruises on my body, the wounds hidden beneath my towel, were merely physical manifestations of the shattered spirit within me. I had been transformed into a mindless fleshlight, trained to seek only pleasure and devoid of any ability to feel emotions beyond the boundaries of his control. As I reached out to take the outfit from his hand, my fingers trembled. Deep down, I longed for freedom, for a chance to reclaim my identity and escape this twisted reality. But my body moved on autopilot, my mind clouded by the conditioning he had subjected me to. With a numbness that engulfed my being, I slipped into the leather harness only consisting of thin leather straps and metal hooks, my heart heavy with the weight of my submission. Silent tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away, refusing to let them betray the façade of compliance. From that moment forward, I would carry myself as the slutty sex-slave he had molded me into, suppressing any flicker of rebellion, and surrendering to the cruel pleasure that awaited me at his hands. I looked at myself in the mirror while he clipped a collar to the top of the harness and locked it around my neck attaching to a chain. As he pulled the leash taut, tightening it until I winced with discomfort, I felt a slight burning sensation along the raw skin of my neck where the collar rested. He yanked the leash pulling my to the ground on all fours. I didn’t ask any questions as he walked me to his car. I sucked him off on the drive to school swallowing a load of his hot creamy cum right as we arrived. he got out of the car and I followed being pulled by the leash the and crawling on the pavement the whole way from the parking lot to the school doors. He unlocked the doors and led me to his office wear I would kneel under his desk and suck him off all day long taking and swallowing load after load of his tastey semen, a never ending source of pleasure. My mouth watered inbetween cumshots thinking of it flowing down my throat, and imagining it filling my insides as I came, coating me in its sticky residue. the final bell of the day rang and master walked me back to his car but this time while I sucked him off he drove us to a tall building and walked me out of the car. He took me up the elevator to the top floor where it opened to a giant room void of furniture other than a chain with a ring at the bottom dangling from the celling. The room was full of what had to be over 200 middle aged men, all dressed in suits and ties, their shoes squeaking against the marble floor. They were all staring at my practically naked body with a lust so strong that I could sense it in the air. Master led me over to the center of the room where he pulled a pair of leather cuffs from inside his pocket, tightly crossed my arms behind my back and bound them even tighter with the cuffs, hooking them to my harness and locking them behind my back. He both my ankles and cuffed them to my arms, then he lifted me up and he hooked them to the ring at the bottom of the chain that hung from the ceiling. As I swayed and dangled suspending in the air, My master then announced to the crowd “I found this 14 year old slut 4 days ago in my school laying naked behind the bleachers oozing cum out of her cunt. over the past four days I have used many different techniques to break her spirit and make her into an obedient slave. I have called you here today because this whore will now be your slave, she will serve you faithfully until she dies, you can beat her or fuck her as much as you want but she has no power. She will obey orders without question, doing whatever you tell her without complaint. Do any of you object?” they shook their heads vigorously, eyes wide with shock. “Excellent!” Master exclaimed “She is yours for the taking!” he yelled, and left the room. I shivered in fear, looking at each man in turn, they were all holding different kinds of whips and flogsmy head lowered so I wouldn’t have to see their faces. “Look at me slut!” he said whipping me before I got the chance to obey. The sound of the lashes stinging my buttocks caused a sudden rush of blood to my head, flooding my senses. “Look at me bitch!” he repeated, slapping my cheeks. I forced my head up, following his orders. “Do you understand me?” he asked. I nodded. “yes sir”. He pulled out his cock and shoved it in my mouth while another man approached me from behind and stuck his cock in my pussy. both men raped me relentlessly, thrusting their cocks deep inside of me for about an hour before filling both ends of me with there delicious cum and pulling out letting two more guys do the same fucking my pussy and mouth for hours sometimes using my ass before the cycle continued, pumping my body with load after load of cum from hundreds of cocks all bigger than any cock you’ve ever seen. I was fed every 8 hours and over the weeks they learned to provide me with short breaks where they placed a bucket underneath me where I would shit into never being untied or let down from my contorted and suspended position. At first I was shocked that they naver gave me time to sleep, but after a few months I had gotten used to it, falling asleep for hours while being fucked and waking up still being fucked relentlessly by an ever renewing slection of giant cocks. Somedays I would wake up already cumming with their thick, hard cocks stuffing their own cum inside of me. orgasm became my natural state. Years of this passed, the routine never changing, untill one day the doors busted open with a crash as huge number of FBI agents flooded into the room and detained all of my abusers. after detaining all of th men they cut me from my bondage and lowered my frail and now utterly usless body to the ground. They gave me clothes and when I tried to stand up I realized that I haden’t walked, stood or even crawled since I arrived at the facility , so weak and unable to move that I fell back to the ground, they had to carry me back to the police station where I was brought in for questioning. how old are you? a cop asked “i don’t know sir” i answered “I don’t know how long they had me there”. “well….what year were you born?” he asked “january 19th 2006” I answered “well that makes you 17 years old and turning 18 soon. does that help you piece together how long they had you there?”. “if I’m almost 18 now and I was 14 when I arrived…that means I was there for almost four years.” I said with a surprised expression. “four years?!” the cop exclaimed, eyes widening “from what I’ve been told they found you chained up and suspended in the air being raped. is this correct?” I nodded. “they raped me, literally non-stop for the entirety of my time in the facility all day and night only giving me food every eight hours and letting me shit evern ten, never letting me down from the chain that suspended me in the air” the cop sat in his chair stunned and horrified. “do you know why they put you there?” he ask. I responded and told the whole story that I told heretofore. He listened to every word of it intently and when I finished he remained silent for some time, pondering deeply about everything I’d just told him. He rose from his chair and left, returning with papers that perscribed me with a free physical and mental rehabilitation program. I relearned how to sit up straight and hopefully one day even walk again in the physical rehabilitation. in the past week I have had a therapist talk me through my trauma. This writing was an exorcize that my therapist suggested to me to get my through to my true feelings on each and every moment in the past
4 years from the day I entered grade nine to today. she advised me to post this to this website in hopes of finding other victims that share my story. forgive my grammer I am still having trouble getting used to writing again.

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