Chapter 4
For a couple of months I was Master's only slave until I was
joined by Master's new version of Bitch. He declared that his two slaves
would always be called Bitch and Slut. The new bitch was also a very
handsome man, this one with short dark hair, brown eyes and beautifully
tanned skin. Like me he was armless, toothless, without body hair and
dressed in the same way same as me. Like the Bitch before him, who was
now our toilet, he had been trained somewhat so he didn't speak and I
never knew his name either.
He too quickly fell into the routine and formed a pair with me in
worshipping Master. It was several months I think before Master resumed
The Game and this time he had only to point at the old Bitch, who was
now a toilet, to remind us of what was at stake. Unfortunately the new
Bitch proved very inadequate at the game and when we "played" it for
only the second time he experienced a massive orgasm and I was sprayed
with cum. The amount of cum was nowhere near that which the old Bitch
had produced, but there was plenty. Unlike the old Bitch, the new Bitch
went into a fit of panic and ran around the dungeon as if trying to
escape. When Master came for him he actually tried to evade his touch,
but this only earned him a severe whipping to the balls before Master
dragged him away.
When he reemerged from the other part of Master's dungeon, he too was
legless, reduced to a stump like the old Bitch. But there were
differences between the two. Whereas the old Bitch had been turned into
a toilet, the new Bitch had been turned into a blowjob "machine". Like
the Bitch before him he had been mounted on a huge dildo on a plate, but
he was strapped to only two steel rods rising from the plate. His eyes,
ear and hair had been removed and his entire body had been permanently
covered in a thick layer of black rubber. Only his mouth was left open
so that he could provide blowjobs. Like the old Bitch, his cock had been
equipped with a thick catheter and strapped to his body and like the old
Bitch his balls were not covered by rubber and lay exposed. Just seeing
them like that I realized what came next. I was right and soon I was
performing another castration with my sharp, stiletto heel. The new
Bitch obviously tried screaming but Master had removed his vocal cords
and the only thing his open mouth was used for that day was swallowing
his own balls. When it was over and Master had cleaned up the wound and
sealed it too in rubber, he removed the new Bitch and I never saw him
again.
Sometime later Bitch #3 came, also a very handsome man, for a while we
were Master's pair of slaves. The Master began The Game again and after
playing this for some time, he too lost, this time surprisingly by going
completely flaccid, unable to get it up. It didn't matter. Master turned
Bitch #3 into an ashtray and again I was the one castrating him.
After #3 came #4, who was turned into yet another toilet and after #4
came #5 who also became a toilet. These were both sold and I never saw
them again. Somehow the old Bitch still survived and each day I
deposited my waste in his mouth and watched his desperate eyes staring
blindly out from behind the glass. I am sure that he must have lost his
mind quickly, but it didn't seem to prevent him from suffering.
I think that the reason I didn't loose in The Game was that I was in a
state of constant terror of Master. I was devoted to him and loved to
service him in every way: blowjobs, ass-fuckings, torture and
self-inflicted breathplay, but always I was terrified at the same time.
The mere sight of him made my heart pound with terror and lust and so I
was able to always hold back in The Game, never loosing.
But of course this only granted me temporary reprieve. Eventually Master
grew tired with me. His torture became more and more brutal, the
asphyxiations more and more frequent, my stays in his bed more and more
infrequent until it reached the point where I was almost always being
punished and never just fucked. He had apparently stopped trying to make
me loose in The Game and I was now sharing my slave duties with Bitch
#8, a very pretty Chinese looking boy who trembled with fear just
looking at the fate of Bitch #1. Finally one day when Bitch #8 had been
secured in his resting position, Master motioned for me to follow him
instead of being impaled on the pole. The eyes of Bitch #8 followed us
silently as Master led me out of the dungeon, but not upstairs. To my
horror he led me through the door which he had led all those unfortunate
Bitches. I tried not to panic, but failed miserably and lost my bowel-
and bladder content on the floor as I cried hysterically. Master didn't
even seem to get very upset as he ordered me to clean up my mess.
Shaking I managed to eat my own waste off the floor and go with him.
The other part of the dungeon was where I had originally woken up all
those years ago, sort of a hospital section. It as much larger than I
remembered and now housed two beds instead of one. As Master placed me
crying and begging into one of them and strapped me in, I saw that the
other one was already occupied by my replacement. The man as
unconscious, but his bandages were quite small and he seemed to be only
days away from being able to assume my position. As Master saw me
looking he said: "Yes, that is Slut #2. I have grown tired of you. The
only reason I have kept you for so long is for sentimental reasons since
you were my first. But now you have reached the end of the line and I am
going to turn you into an automatic blowjob provider. When you wake up,
blind and deaf that you are to suck and swallow everything that comes
into your mouth, otherwise there will be great pain for you." Again I
tried begging, but by now I was completely strapped in and unable to
even put up token resistance. To my surprise Master now removed my
chastity device and my cock now sprang to life, throbbing with need.
Master turned to me and stroked my cheek with surprising tenderness:
"Since you are special I will grant you an orgasm before I transform
you. You won't be able to speak afterwards, so you may thank me now."
Realizing that the best I could hope for was this final orgasm, I sobbed
out my sincere gratitude to this brutal man who dominated my life. He
nodded dismissively and proceeded.
First he inserted a tube ending in a large bottle into my cock. It was
very painful and uncomfortable, but it did not harm my massive erection.
Then he tied a string around my throat and used a pen to twist the
string until I was gasping for air. He then smiled down at me and began
stroking my cock. Like all the other times he had done this without
letting me cum, it was pure heaven. He played with me for what seemed
like hours, always pulling back at the last possible moment. Each time I
had been close he would give the pen another turn, making it even harder
for me to breathe until I had tunnel vision and severe problems
breathing, fighting for every breath. I had never been more aroused in
my life. I didn't care about my bleak future, I didn't care that he had
robbed me of my life and made me do the most revolting, painful and
demeaning things. I loved him for what he did to me right then and
there. Sitting there, close to dying from asphyxiation, his glorious
touch leading me towards the best orgasm ever I loved him and thought
myself fortunate to have such a fantastic Master. And then he allowed me
to cum for the last time in my life. As my vision shrank to a dot; as I
fought for breath and thrashed in my bonds, a truly enormous amount of
cum shot from my cock and into the waiting bottle. The orgasm went on
forever, until I finally lost consciousness. When I woke up my legs were
gone and most of my body had been permanently covered in thick, black
rubber. I still had my eyes and ears but my vocal cords had been
removed. It turned out that the only reason I had not yet been blinded
and made deaf was that Master wanted to see me swallowing my own cum. He
had preserved it in the refrigerator and now he made me swallow it. Even
I, who had seen Bitch #1's massive orgasm, was surprised. There seemed
to be almost a quart of it and he made me drink all of it.
Master then sedated me again and when I regained consciousness I was
mounted as the others had been, a massive dildo filling my ass, taking
care of my waste. I was deaf, blind and without voice and my head had
been locked into a fixed position. I cold feel a tube filling up my cock
and running all the way into my bladder and I was completely immobile.
The only things I was able to move were my lips and my tongue. Worst of
all I could still feel my testicles. This could only mean that I was to
be castrated in the same way as the others had been. I suppose there was
some justice in this since I had castrated the others at Master's
command, but still I had hoped that Master would have shown mercy and
had castrated me while he removed the other parts of me.
All I could do was wait and when the wait was over it was much, much
worse than I had expected. The stiletto heel penetrating my balls was
the worst pain of my life and only Master's devilish use of drugs kept
me from passing out. Instead I now experienced it all. The most
revolting came when I was forced to swallow my testicles and when it was
over I was completely broken; my mind shattered by the pain and the
loss. I stayed that way for long time. At least I think it was a long
time, for I have lost all sense of time here in the silent darkness.
Maybe it would have been better had my mind gone completely away, for I
reduced to limbless, blind, deaf and silent cock-sucking "machine". I
suck and swallow everything that is put into my mouth. I have no
movement left to me, only that of my lips and my tongue. They are my
only contact to the outside world. And I know that I can go on living
like this for a long, long time. I remember for how long Bitch was a
toilet and know that I might live at least that long and I shudder, or
at least I try to shudder, at the thought. I can feel my mind slipping
away and perhaps this is a good thing. I am desperate for contact with
the outside world. So desperate that I eagerly suck the cocks that are
put into my mouth. They I are my only link to the world and I must enjoy
every drop.
THE END
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