Chapter 3
Donavan waited until well into the next afternoon before he went down to check
on his two slaves. He forwent any pretext of clothing and went down into the
dungeon naked, his hard cock leading the way in front of him. Harriett lay over
the sawhorse and seemed to be sleeping, but Jolene was awake and struggling with
discomfort in her confines. Donavan could guess why. It had been well over
twenty-four hours since she had gone to the bathroom and she was struggling not
to go. She remembered Donavan's threat from the night before and didn't want to
endure whatever he might have in mind. Her eyes followed Donavan in the room
with a mix of fear and relieve. She was afraid he would leave her down here and
never return.
Donavan walked over to look at Harriett and sure enough she was snoring softly
marking that she was asleep. With an evil grin moved behind her and winked to
Jolene as he stroked his cock. He very carefully positioned him self and with no
warning buried the entire length of his cock into Harriet's pussy. Harriett
awoke with a start. Donavan began a slow steady forceful pattern of strokes into
her and she attempted to bring her self to full conciseness as a steady pressure
of pleasure began to grow from her pussy. In no short time she was grunting and
squealing as her Master buried his cock into her. She lost herself to the
pleasure she was receiving and let the orgasm was over her like a tidal wave.
Donavan felt Harriett go into her usual throes of passion when she came and he
began pounding her pussy faster as the orgasm washed over her. He continued to
pump her for several more minutes getting her off two more times. After he was
satisfied he had pleasured her enough he pulled out and removed her cock gag.
"Are you done being a bad little girl and are you ready to obey my commands
again?" he asked her.
"Oh God yes Master!" she replied, her voice a little hoarse from the night of
having a rubber cock down her throat. "Any thing you wish... anything at all."
Donavan released her restraints and Harriett got down on her knees in front of
her master, and kissed his feet. "Thank you for the punishment Master, I
deserved it."
She reached up and with her mouth attempted to take him into her but he stopped
her.
"We have more pressing business. Get cleaned up and get something to eat. We
have a virgin to break in today," he said, looking over to Jolene.
Harriett got up and rubbing life back into her muscles walked into the bathroom
and disrobed from her skimpy attire with the exception of the collar and began
to take a shower.
Donavan turned to Jolene and patted her abdomen "I'm sure you are ready to
relieve yourself. And I'm glad you have not yet. I would have been so
disappointed and would have had to punish you for it. See, doing what you are
told is easy. I would hate to have to punish you for disappointing or disobeying
me but I will if I have to." He slowly stroked her face.
Donavan's father had been an Intelligence operative for "The Company" during the
Vietnam War and had specialized in intelligence gathering from enemy POW's.
Donavan had learned as much as he could from him, listening to his father's
stories about breaking down the personalities of the POW's to get the
information from them. Those techniques he heard from his father he put to good
use with the slaves he trained. One favorite technique was to appear to be the
slave's friend and make the subject feel responsible for the punishment she
receives. It worked like a charm and Donavan had gotten the technique down to an
art.
While he was waiting for Harriett to come out from the bathroom he busied
himself by removing the nipple clamps from Jolene, which brought a new wave of
pain washing over her as blood flowed back into her nipples. He watched her
nipples engorge them selves with blood and began to suck and chew on her tits
roughly pinching and biting them.
After a few minutes of this abuse Jolene almost wished the clamps were back on.
Harriett came from the bathroom freshly showered and was drying her hair as she
walked over to the refrigerator and retrieved two bananas and gave Donavan the
most erotic display of banana eating he had ever seen. Harriett was a slut and
Donavan loved it.
He turned back to Jolene and removed her ball-gag. She took in a deep inhale of
breath as her jaws found themselves able to move again. Another pain jostled
Jolene's body as she worked her jaw muscles and attempted to swallow but with no
moisture in her mouth she was finding it extremely difficult. She was able to
whisper out, "Please don't hurt me. Ill be good and do what you say, just don't
hurt me."
Donavan was pleased with this. Usually he received threats or begging to be
released or some other nonsense. But this one was already accepting her fate and
a sex slave and didn't want to be hurt anymore.
He gave her one of his best award-winning smiles and said, "Of course not pet.
As long as you do what you are told then nothing to bad will happen to you. Now
I'm going to guess you want to go to the bathroom right about now don't you?"
She nodded.
"Good but you are going to have to earn that privilege. We will start with
something easy for you. I'm going to release you from those restraints and I
want you to fall to your knees and stay there until I tell you what to do. If
you try and fight us then you will feel pain unlike you have never experienced."
She nodded her head in fear.
Donavan and Harriett reached up and released her wrist restraints and Jolene
slumped to the ground. After being held in the same position for so long her
arms wouldn't respond if she wanted them to. Her ankles were released as well
and she made every effort to get into the position she was told to be in. A
swift smack across her ass made her jolt and a cry of pain escaped her lips. She
looked up to see Harriett holding a crop she had produced from somewhere.
"You must move faster than that," Harriett said. "You will always crawl on the
floor like an animal unless we tell you other wise and you will not look at us.
If you do something you are not told to, or if you move too slow or if we feel
like it you will receive another of these..." Harriett brought the crop across
Jolene's ass again to accentuate the threat. Jolene rocked with the pain but
nodded meekly.
"I will," she said, and received another smack across her ass.
"You will refer to us as Master and Mistress or Sir and Ma'am. Do I make myself
clear?" Harriett asked.
"Yes Mistress," she responded.
She could feel Donavan behind her and he ordered her to her knees. She complied
instantly. Donavan reached around from behind her and placed a silver mesh
collar around her throat. It held a simple o-ring on it like the collar that
Harriett wore and it constricted slightly when he fixed it in place. She could
feel him doing something to the back of the collar and heard a click.
"There that's in place now. To let you know the collar has been bolted around
you and will not come off unless I wish it to. Now since you have been a good
girl we can let you go to the bathroom," Donavan informed her.
Harriett reached down and connected a leash to the collar and ordered her to
crawl into the bathroom. Jolene forced her muscles to move and they responded
very sluggishly and she received four more whacks from the crop before she was
able to bring herself into the bathroom.
Donavan let Harriett handle this part of the training. He wasn't into scat or
golden showers and he always preferred to let Harriett handle the 'bathroom'
aspects of the slaves. And after a few minutes of hearing
Harriett instructing Jolene on how, when and where she was to relieve herself
punctuated with the sounds of the crop hitting skin, Harriett walked Jolene back
out into the main room and over to the winch.
Donavan ordered her to her feet and to put her arms up in the air, which she
did. He then tied her hands together and hooked it to the winch. Once that was
done he used its mechanical motor to winch her up into the air and after a few
seconds she was dangling a couple of feet off the ground. She could feel all of
her weight bearing down on her shoulders and arms. More pain and discomfort for
her to endure. Donavan then wheeled the table under her spreading her legs so
one leg was on either side of the table as Harriett busied herself by putting on
her favorite toy. She called it 'The Beast'. It was a massive strap on dildo
that measured 10" long and as thick as her wrist. Harriett loved using it on
slaves and the prospect of breaking Jolene's cherry with this had gotten
Harriett very, very wet.
Harriett then got on the table beneath Jolene and positioned the dildo right to
the entrance of Jolene's pussy. Jolene was aghast at this and cried, "You can't
put that in me it's too big, it will tear me apart and kill me!"
Donavan brought his hand across her ass and it rocked her body, rubbing the head
of the massive rod against her clit and pussy sending a momentary flash of
excitement through her.
"I didn't say you could talk did I slave?" Donavan asked.
"N... noo Master," Jolene was able to whisper out fearful at what punishment may
befall her for her outburst.
"Good... now don't worry about it not fitting... you would be amazed as to what
you can get in a woman's pussy. It's very expandable and can accommodate even
the largest objects. You soon begin begging for this piece of rubber to fill you
up."
He reached over for a tube of lubricant and after applying a very small amount
on the head of the rubber beast positioned it directly under Jolene's virgin
pussy. "We want to make sure this goes in with no problem."
He lowered the winch a couple of inches guiding the head of the dildo into
Jolene's tight pussy. Jolene tried to position her self to ease the pressure
this massive object was exerting on her pussy... she felt as if she was going to
tear or worse. She whimpered and moaned as she couldn't find a comfortable way
to position her legs to accommodate entry.
Harriett was lying under Jolene watching her struggle to make herself more
comfortable but knew that Jolene wasn't going to find any comfort. Donavan
stepped back and took in the scene. This was going to be fun. He had in hand the
control buttons for the winch that held Jolene in the air. He showed them to
Jolene and told her what it was.
"This button makes the winch go up," he pressed it momentarily and Jolene felt
herself rise in the air slightly. "And this button makes the winch go down."
Again a slight depression of the button and Jolene felt herself lower onto the
dildo a slight bit... pain coursing through her body as the dildo forced her
pussy lips open further than they had ever been before.
"And this last button releases the winch dropping whatever it's suspending."
Slow fearful realization dawned on Jolene as she realized what Donavan meant by
that... If he were to drop her then her body weight would force her down onto
the massive piece of rubber tearing it up into her.
"Please don't..." she began to sob when the realization of what that would do to
her.
"Not my choice to do that to you." He handed the control over to Harriett.
"She's the one who is going to have the honor of that."
Harriett looked up at the struggling form and smiled evilly. Jolene looked down
and saw the malicious intent in Harriet's eyes. Jolene began to say something
but before she could get out any words Harriett mashed her finger down on the
release button.
With nothing to support Jolene in the air anymore gravity did its job and she
came down impaling herself on the dildo. It smashed through her hymen at
terrific speed and continued its journey up into her womb. Jolene let out a
mournful wail as her virginity was ripped away from her and the dildo forced her
pussy open to a massive diameter to accommodate the massive intrusion it now
held. It felt as if it had penetrated into her stomach and she sat there impaled
on it for a few seconds as sobs and moans escaped her lips.
Harriett loved to see their reaction when they were dropped onto her. She
grinned and started to rock her hips forcing the dildo to move around inside
Jolene. This of course increased her displeasure and she began to wail in agony.
Donavan let her sit there for a few minutes while Harriet rocked and thrust her
hips, grinding into Jolene's blood-soaked pussy. No matter how Jolene moved she
couldn't escape the painful intrusion. He then pulled her off of Harriett. Sobs
still came from her abused form. She fell to her knees.
Donavan ordered her up and when she was slow in responding she felt the sharp
sting of a crop smack into her tits. She rose to her feet trying to understand
why all of this was happening to her. Donavan untied her hands and ordered her
arms behind her. He put her arms together behind her and she felt a leather band
secure around her wrists, palms facing away from each other. Another leather
band was secured midway between her wrists and her elbows and another strap was
finally secured around her elbows, forcing them together. This forced her to
arch her back and pushed her tits out.
Harriett had gotten off of the table and when Donavan was through securing
Jolene's arms Harriett bent her over the table and forced the dildo back into
her abused pussy. Jolene wailed in pain but there was nothing she could do about
it. Harriett then began to rock back and forth bringing the dildo almost all of
the way out before slamming it back in all the way, each time bringing a cry of
pain from Jolene. Harriett continued this pace while she felt her own orgasm
build from the dildo rubbing up against her clit. Shortly Harriett climaxed with
a sloppy wet orgasm. She pulled the dildo out and slumped against Donavan.
Jolene fell to the ground in pain.
"That was a good one," she said breathlessly. "We need to find more virgins if
they're all going to do this to me."
She smiled at Donavan. She then removed the dildo and climbed back up on the
table spreading her legs wide. Donavan looked down at the sobbing form of abused
flesh in front of him and said, "There, doesn't that make you feel like more of
a woman now? I'm going to guess that you are a little thirsty right about now...
it has been a while since you have had anything to drink... and I know that the
drug we gave you tends to dry the mouth out."
Jolene nodded her head, "Yes Master I am thirsty."
She had been trying to hold the thirst that was raging in her in check, but the
comment Donavan made brought the need for liquid crashing back down on her.
"Good. But before you can have something to drink you must earn the privilege,"
he commented.
"Now what?" Jolene thought to herself. "What more can they inflict on me?"
"Now get your ass up on the table," Donavan said to her.
Jolene was too sore and winded to move very fast and far by herself, she
struggled to her feet and attempted to climb up on the table, difficult to do
with her arms cinched behind her back, and with a little help from Donavan's
hands grabbing her from behind hauling her up by her tits, cruelly lifting her
up to the table. Donavan had her positioned in what would have been a
hands-and-knees kneeling position if Jolene had use of her arms. She was only
able to hold her self in this position because his hands were holding her up by
the tits.
Holding her up so she was looking straight down into Harriet's sopping wet cunt.
"If you want something to drink... make her cum." Donavan said.
"Please Master, don't make me..."
Donavan removed his hands from her tits and dropped her face first into
Harriet's wetness giving her a face full of pussy.
Harriett grabbed Jolene's head and held it down to her pussy. "I'm not feeling
anything yet," Harriett said.
It was the last thing Jolene wanted to do... first this woman cruelly took her
virginity and now wanted her to eat her pussy, but Jolene was more concerned of
the pain they would inflict on her if she didn't obey. She gave it a few test
licks turning her stomach as she did.
"That's not going to make me come... and if you want something to drink...you
need to make me come."
Jolene was working her self up into working her tongue some more when... SMACK!
She received a massive paddle across the ass from Donavan. She drove her tongue
deep into Harriet's pussy afraid of anymore strikes from the paddle.
Harriett soon began cooing and moaning from all of the effort Jolene was putting
into eating out her Mistress. Juices began flowing from Harriet's pussy when
Harriett locked one of her legs behind Jolene's neck forcing her face deeper
into Harriet's pussy.
Jolene went on licking her pussy doing what she could to tease the clit and
trying to remember what she had heard some of her friends talking about when
their boyfriends did this to them.
Jolene must have finally done something right because suddenly Harriett was
cuming and once she started she wouldn't stop. Harriett locked her legs even
tighter around Jolene and was doing her best to pull the girl into her cunt.
Finally after several orgasms Harriett calmed down enough to release Jolene
allowing the poor girl to gasp for some badly needed breath.
"Very good..." Harriett moaned and cooed. "Very good..."
Donavan looked at the two with some amusement in his eyes. "Well that wasn't so
hard was it... and now for your reward for being a good girl...we can let you
have something to drink."
Donavan pulled her off the table and told her to kneel on the floor which she
did with no hesitation. Harriett then got her self off the table and standing on
wobbly knees from the intense organism she just received placed herself right in
front of Jolene.
"Open wide," she said to the pet.
Jolene couldn't understand what was going on but complied anywise. Harriett then
began to fondle her tits and worked her hands down to her tits where she began
to squeeze them, sending an eruption of milk exploding from them and into
Jolene's open mouth.
Years ago before Donavan had 'acquired' Harriett she had been in a bad abusive
relation. She had gotten knocked up but the father of the child didn't want
anything to do with it and several months into pregnancy had beaten her so bad
it had caused a miscarriage. This was the final straw for Harriett. She had the
bastard arrested and placed in jail. One thing she always remembered fondly from
the pregnancy was the full felling that the milk in her tits gave her. She had
enjoyed the feeling immensely and the heightened sexual feeling it gave her.
Donavan learned of her one-time fascination with lactation and had gone to great
lengths to try and replicate the effect. He was able to discover it was possible
to induce and reinduce lactation in women through a process of hormone injection
and nipple stimulation. Harriett readily agreed to the procedure and had been
living with milk filled udders ever since.
Jolene was shocked by this and pulled back from Harriett. Harriett smiled down
at the girl.
"Oh don't be silly... I'm sure your mother breast-fed you when you were young...
It's perfectly natural and nothing is wrong with it. Besides, it's the only way
you're going to get anything to drink for a long time."
Harriett held her tits out for Jolene to take.
After some hesitation at the whole idea, the desire for something to drink over
came Jolene's revulsion and she leaned forward and took one of Harriett's milk
covered tits in mouth and began to suck on it attempting to get some of the
precious liquid her body desired.
It was difficult at first but she soon found the way to get the milk. A
combination of sucking and biting Harriett's tits was required to release the
milk. She sucked the liquid down greedily moving from one tit to the other when
one was empty. She was repulsed, on the one hand, to be forced to this state to
get something to drink but was also getting a little wet with the chance to
return some of the abuse she had received back on her captors by biting a little
harder than she should have on Harriett's tits. Harriett didn't seem to mind as
she stood there holding Jolene to her chest feeding her. After a while both
udders were dry with no more milk to be had and Jolene slumped back, thankful
for the nourishment and liquid she had received.
But her serenity was short lived as Donavan grabbed her up and pulled her over
to the sawhorse and threw her over it, securing her ankles to the legs and
grabbing a length of chain that was attached to the floor in front of her and
securing it to the collar she wore around her neck.
"Now my turn," Donavan said to her. "Time to fuck that tight virgin ass of
yours..."
