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My name is "ZEBRA". That is, my user name is ZEBRA. I selected that namebecause it portrays the ambiguity of the image I present to the outside world.The "straight" world sees me as an upright, religious, ethical person. A goodperson to know. A person whose scruples are pure white. The nether world seesme as a sex/slave broker for women's bodies. A trainer of subjects. A personwhose scruples are completely black.

She had boring tits. I had never thought I would say that about any titsbut it was certainly true with her. I had seen big tits, little tits, misshapentits, ugly tits – but never boring tits – until now. They justkind of hung there with no personality whatsoever. They were big enough – probably "C" cupsbut they hung straight down with their very average nipples pointing directlydown. Her tits were slightly long, and shaped like a cylinder made of skin.They were such that no one would ever look at them twice. They were just there.

I was leading her on her dog chain as she shuffled along on her hands andknees, just to my left and slightly behind by left heel. I had been trainingher for about a month now and she was coming along nicely. Other than her nondescripttits, she was a fine looking bitch. Her ass was full and shapely without beingoversized. Her pussy hair was a tan color and covered some really nice lookingpussy lips. She had good legs below her hips and a nice flat stomach above.She had a pretty face with brown hair and green eyes. Her lips were full andsensual. She was twenty-four years old and in good shape other than her lousytits.

She had resisted at first, as they always do, when I captured her and beganher training. Now, after the usual amount of punishment and degradation, shewas coming along nicely. The scars on her tits, back, and ass were healingwell and I knew she would bring a good price when I finally put her up forauction on my web site. As she shuffled along behind me, my chain pulling insistentlyon her dog collar, her tits were waving back and forth in the air. Her asswas swaying gently despite the solid, steel chain I had crammed up her asshole. I had crammed at least two feet of it up her rectum and allowed the remainingsix feet to trail along the floor. She winced quite a bit as the steel linksprobably rubbed against her tender inner ass linings. Yet she kept up the pace.

Every once in a while I would snap my fingers and she would bark like a dog.I always thought that was a nice touch. Despite all the things I had stuckup her ass and pussy, she had yet to feel my dick – or anyone else's – inany of her cavities. I had told her that soon would come the time when shefelt my dick. I think I detected a hint of sadness in her eyes but she didnot complain. I stopped walking quite quickly and she immediately came to ahalt.

I bent over slightly with my bare ass hanging out and she immediately puther nose in my ass and sniffed deeply. I wiggled my ass slightly and she beganvigorously licking my ass hole. I rarely wiped very well when I took a shitand I know that large remnants of shit lined my hairy hole. She licked themin eagerly and swallowed them. It is amazing how electric prods in the asswill condition a bitch. When she finished, I turned and patted her head toshow her that she had done well. She bobbed her head eagerly.

I told her to roll over and she immediately flopped to her back with herhands and legs outstretched. I began kicking her boring tits and she didn'tmove a muscle although I did see a tear form in the corner of her right eye.Her tits wallowed back and forth as they reacted to my kicks and then returnedto their original position for yet another kick. Soon they were black and blueand her nipples were beginning to swell. As my leg became tired I finally letup on her punishment.

She recognized that this punishment was not to induce her to do anything,it was just a form of entertainment for me and her reason for living was myenjoyment and entertainment. I unsnapped her leash and told her she could goget a drink. I was sure she had to be dehydrated from our walk, I had beenwalking her in a fast circle for over an hour. She immediately crawled overto her pet dish and lapped up the water eagerly – if not very efficiently.The human tongue simply isn't designed to lap up liquids in the manner of acat or dog. Yet, this was the only way I had allowed her to eat and drink forher entire tenure of service.

The chain was still in her ass, so, while she was drinking it, I grabbedthe free end and yanked it from her shit hole. She screeched and her head instinctivelybounced forward and buried her face in the slimy water I allowed her to drink.Yet, she did not complain. The chain end had remnants of her shit, tissue andblood and I figured it must have hurt like a son-of-a-bitch when I removedit so forcibly. Yet, she did not complain. She was a good trainee!

I told her she could piss now. She was only allowed to eliminate waste onmy command. A men's urinal stood on the far wall. It was the kind that reachedall the way to the floor. She crawled over to it, lifted her leg, and pissed.It was always sloppy for her to piss – there was a lot of splashing backon to her body, but she was used to it and accepted it as part of her new wayof life. She is a good bitch! I just wished I could do something with thosefucking tits! The only thing I could do was to beat and whip them continuouslyso that they were bruised and swollen. This sort of took a guy's mind off oftheir dullness.

I left her huddled on the floor. The room was a special training room withthe appropriate number of rings, tables, and various instruments of pain. Shewas moaning and cradling her breasts as I exited the soundproof room. I returnedseveral hours later – bolstered by the power of Viagra. My dick was rockhard and my balls were full and ready for action. She was sitting on her haunchesand her eyes widened as she saw me and my erection.

She had seen my erection before as it grew from watching her pain and degradation.This was the first time she had seen me enter, cocked and ready. I told herto go over to the table and lean over it. By now, she knew what kind of movementwas permissible. She crawled over to the table, raised herself up to her feet,and bent forward at the waist across the table. Her ass faced me invitingly.It was a good ass. I approached her and told her to reach back and pull hercheeks apart as wide as possible. She obeyed immediately and now I could seeher tight little butt hole winking at me as, beneath it, her pussy lips sprungforth invitingly.

I sucked on my forefinger until it was good and wet. Then, without any warning,I plunged it into her pussy. She screeched despite herself at the invasion.Her lips gripped my finger and her latent pussy moisture quickly mixed withmy saliva. I flexed my finger and her pussy reacted by gripping my digit. Itfelt as though she was begging for more entrance into her sex tunnel.

I placed my other forefinger into her tunnel and now my fingers were flexingin alternative motions to work the lining of her cunt. She was starting togroan now and moisture was forming in her sex. I continued to manipulate herand I could easily tell that an orgasm was building in her body. As her pussycontinued to work harder on my fingers, her ass hole was also beginning toflex slightly with an opening and closing motion. Just as I knew her orgasmwas about to go over the top, I removed my fingers and left her hanging.

She looked back over her shoulder and started begging, "Please,please do me! Please push me over!"

I responded to her audacity of asking me for something my putting my handstogether in a huge clenched, joined fist – raising them high over myhead and bringing them down with a solid blow to her kidneys. She screamedaloud but immediately quick begging. Then, I took my forefinger and drove itinto her ass hole. Her ass resisted but my finger was relentless.

She was moaning under her breath and I know she wanted mercy. I have no mercy.I began rutting my finger around her ass hole – stretching it dilatingit to a wider opening. My dick was pointing straight ahead and its circumcisedhead was pulsating with anticipation of being buried in one of her holes. Itook my free hand and coated my dick with my saliva. Then, I jerked my fingerout of her ass hole and before she understood what was happening, I buriedmy huge dick in her ass.

Now she screamed with all the power of her lungs as she felt me splittingher bowels in twain. I was humping her seriously now, burying my pubic hairin the crack of her ass. Somehow, because of the training I had given her,she continued to hold her ass cheeks apart. I could feel my balls bouncingoff of her pussy. Somehow, through her pain, she was feeling excitement becauseI could feel the moisture on her pussy lips as my balls became wet with herjuice. Now, even though I was looking down at her back, I could tell that herlungs were heaving, trying to take in additional oxygen. She was screamingnow in pain and in ecstasy. She was actually yelling at me, telling me to burymy tool deeper. In a show of sensitivity, I complied with her request.

Now my dick head was pulsating and suddenly I began pumping my seed intoher ass. She could feel the hot torrent entering her bowels and her ass holeactually began milking my dick. My dick was still rock hard even as my cumwas emptied into her most inner sanctum. I finally, slowly, began withdrawingmy dick – leaving my essence inside of her. Her body glistened with perspirationand, not having to look at her boring tits, she was a beautiful sight. Cumand blood was oozing from her ass hole – running down her sweat-coveredinner thighs. I told her to clean my dick.

She immediately inferred what I meant as she turned around, fell to her knees,and took my shit-stained dick into her open mouth. She sucked vigorously, wrappingher tongue around my shaft. I could see a bulge in her throat move down asshe quickly swallowed the products of her ass-fucking. She didn't flinch, butcontinued to suck and swallow. My dick was solid, thanks to Viagra. My ballsbegan heaving again and I knew I had another load to drop – and – dropit I did. My cum filled her cheeks and she sucked the fluid down into her throat.Her eyes were wide as she realized how much punk I was pumping into her mouth.But, she was a good little sex trainee – and she took everything I hadto offer.

When my dick was finally pulled from her mouth, it was completely clean – showingno remnants of all that had taken place between us. She then moved down tomy balls and began licking them vigorously. As she did this she reached betweenmy legs and put her finger up into my ass hole. All in all it was a marvelousfeeling and I could feel a sense of arousal creeping over me. When she feltthat she had done a good job of licking my nuts she cuddled with my dick, pressingher cheek against it as she moved her face across all of my privates to showher affection.

However, I had been disappointed at that way she had responded to my dickin her ass. I felt that she had shown a bit of pain and displeasure and thissimply was not acceptable. I communicated my disappointment to her and hereyes took on a note of sadness. I told her to bend across the table again.She shuddered a bit and I knew that she knew what was coming. Yet, becauseof her good training by me, she said not a word.

I took a large beach towel and soaked it completely until it was heavy withwater. Then I rolled it lengthways into a large rope, tied a huge knot in oneend and prepared to use it. I took a firm hold with both hands of the unknottedend, swung it through the air in a large circle and brought the knotted enddown crushingly on to the middle of her back. The heavy wet knot met her bareskin with a satisfying sound of an immense crash. Her body reacted instinctivelybut she still didn't say a word.

From previous experience with her and other trainees, I knew that the weaponcreated immense pain. Then I became a whirling windmill as I rained blows downon to her body, spreading them out so as not to omit any part of her exposedskin. She was crying now and biting her lower lip to keep from screaming. Herbackside was turning all shades of colors – from purple to green to blackto blue to colors that were not describable. I finally ran out of energy andquit the beating.

Her body was shaking and I think she was almost ready to convulse. Yet sheheld her position, her knuckles turning white from gripping the far edge ofthe table. She knew what to do next as she turned, got to her knees, wrappedher arms around my hips until her fingers were almost buried in the crack ofmy ass and then, burying her face in my crotch, she said with deepest sincerity, "Thankyou – thank you – thank you – I will do better in the future!"

I slapped her once, sharply across the face and she fell over, sprawled onthe floor. She knew that this was my signal to indicate that her punishmentwas complete for the moment. She thanked me again as she lay there with myhandprint outlined clearly on her face. I exited the room and left her forthree days with no contact whatsoever. Her food and water was slid in her roomthrough an opening at the bottom of the door. I had also been able to determinethat long periods of zero contact were almost as devastating to her as whenI beat her or physically tortured her in other ways.

When I finally returned there was a deep look of gratefulness on her face.She truly was glad to see me. I told her it was now time to enter a new phaseof her training. It was time for 'toilet training'. She looked thoroughly confusedbecause she obviously knew how to go to the toilet. There was a fairly smalltub in one corner of the room. I had never let her use it to date. I had alwaysopted for a shower for her instead. The shower stall was in another part ofthe training room.

I told her to get in the tub and to insert the plug in the drain. She didso immediately. She seemed a bit startled when her bare skin touched the porcelain.I told her she was to sit in the tub for the next five days. She now lookedvery confused but she knew better than to ask questions. Her body just didfit in the tub although she had to pull up her knees as it was not long enoughto let her extend her legs. It was deep however, and she was just able to seeover the rim of the tub from her sitting position.

I told her that she probably wondered what she was to do about her own toiletneeds since she must not leave the tub for five days. She nodded her head andI told her this was her toilet! She seemed startled as the full import of thatstatement hit her. I then told her that the tub was also to be my toilet forthe next five days. Her lower lip began to tremble and I could see that shewas breathing in quick, short intakes of oxygen.

I showed her some of what she was in store for as I walked over to the tuband let my dick dangle over the rim. Then, I let loose a solid, satisfyingstream of deep yellow piss. It bounced off of her stomach and quickly gatheredin the tub. It so happened that I had a full bladder and my piss seemed togo on forever. She was aghast at this new indignity and her mind was startingto imagine not moving for five days. The odor was quite pungent and I couldtell that her gut wanted to betray her as she fought the act of vomiting. Itold her anything that went in the tub – stayed in the tub for the entireduration. Vomiting was an option open to her but she should consider the consequences.

Consider she did and her stomach stopped heaving. I insisted that she drinkplenty of water and coffee. I showed her my sensitivity by holding the glassor cup for her as she drank it with little enthusiasm. After six hours passedshe finally had to give up herself. She began pissing. Her piss made an interestingstream between her legs as it mixed with my donation and the yellow pool roseslightly about her. She was weeping openly now and I suspect she was wonderingwhat would happen when she had to defecate.

After twenty-four hours, both of us had pissed quite a bit in her temporaryplace of abode. The yellow liquid was now almost to her waist and it had developeda strange scum on it. It was almost as though the components of the piss wereseparating into separate ingredients.

I had taken delight in concentrating my piss stream on various parts of herbody. One time I pissed directly into her left ear. Another time, I had herlean her head back and I pissed into her nostrils. This seemed to cause herconsiderable discomfort and distress as she coughed and sputtered and involuntarytears flooded her eyes. Another time I took turns pissing on each of her nipples.I told her that was for having such boring, fucking tits. One of the more enjoyabletimes was when I pointed my dick to the heavens and pissed upward as high asI could. The piss stream made a loop as gravity captured it and it cascadeddown on to the very top of her head, drenching her hair and splattering everywhere.

She, herself, had pissed several times as I ensured that she drink plentyof liquids. She was sobbing almost constantly now and, yet, my fantastic traininginhibited her from asking for release from this pissy tub. Finally, the timehad come that I had been looking forward to and, I am sure, she had been dreading.I had to take a shit. I squatted down over the rim, directly over her stomach.I think she knew what was coming as she began to shudder magnificently.

She saw me grunt and she almost said something but, then, she clamped hermouth shut before the words could escape her lips. I felt the turd coming andI knew it was going to be a grand one. It was long, and firm, and a thing ofbeauty. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she saw it begin to descendfrom my ass hole. She closed her eyes and knew of its arrival only as it arrangeditself in her lap and as its fragrance invaded her senses.

She was crying steadily now and I, fortunately, had two more to offer her.It was a good shit. I looked around and I saw a huge pile of shit arrangedalmost perfectly on her stomach and cunt hair. I told her to lean forward andlick my ass. She had done this plenty of times but never after a fresh bowelmovement. She gagged, as she tasted the slickness around my ass hole. But,she was obedient and she cleaned me thoroughly. Her tongue felt good on myass and I really had a satisfied feeling. Sometimes a good shit can almostbe a religious experience. And, the ass cleaning via an eager tongue is thecrème de la crème of the entire event.

As I stood and walked over to my recliner to watch her while I relaxed, shereached down gingerly and carefully pushed the pile of shit off of her body.One of the turds sank to the bottom of the piss pool while the other two floatedon the surface. The movement of her body made interesting little ripples inthe yellow pond and the floating turds seemed to bob like a raft on a busyocean. I wondered what science was involved that caused some turds to floatand some to sink? I asked her if she knew but she shook her head no as sheeyed the turds that were floating about her. She began pushing the piss poolwith her hands to keep the floating turds from touching her body. I remindedher that it was only the second day and she had three to go. She nodded herhead sorrowfully.

On the fifth day, piss was almost up to her chin. Turds were floating freelyin the yellow broth. She had finally had to defecate but her legs were so weakfrom being in a single position that she was literally sitting in her own shit.The stench was overwhelming. She was immersed in a cesspool of her own pissand shit and my piss and shit. She was woozy from inhaling the powerful aroma.I asked her if she would like to try for another five days.

She looked at the yellow ripples in front of her eyes and quickly said, "NO!"

I said, "I have been loading up on beer and coffee. I feel as thoughmy bladder is going to explode!"

I then produced a funnel with a tube attached to it. I told her that if shedrank all of my piss and didn't spill a drop, I would remove her from the piss-filledtub. She quickly agreed. I handed her the tube and she eagerly took it intoher lips. Then I began pissing into the funnel. The tube was made of clearplastic and she could see the yellow liquid flowing down toward her mouth.She didn't hesitate. She actually began sucking so that it would enter hermouth even faster than gravity was pulling it. She then swallowed eagerly.She had been immersed in piss for so long and endured the stench so much thatshe didn't even mind the taste. I had been correct. I did have a lot of piss.

A few times I had to squeeze off my dick as the funnel filled quicker thanshe could take it in. She felt as though she was drinking piss for an eternity.Her stomach was rolling from the invasion of the nasty liquid but she keptit down. And, she didn't spill a drop. Finally, after what seemed an eternity,I was shaking my dick to emit the last few drops of urine from my body. Shecouldn't believe she had drunk the whole thing!

She was too weak to stand. I lowered a rope from one of the ceiling pulleys.The rope had a large loop on the end of it. I told her to place the loop overher head and shoulders and to secure it under her arms. She did so withouthesitation. I put the electric motor into action and her body began being liftedfrom the yellow pool.

Her skin was a mass of wrinkles as piss dripped from every appendage of herbody as well as from her pussy hair. She was sobbing as various parts of herskin touched the floating turds and as a squished turd clung to the crack ofher ass. I used a pole to slip the plug from the drain and the liquid drainedslowly as turds accumulated at the bottom of the tub.

She was dangling a few inches above the tub floor and crying constantly.I took a high pressure hose and cleaned her off. She was as grateful as anytime I had seen her since her training begun. I gave her a bucket and cleaningtools and told her to clean the shit out of the tub. Somehow, this seemed todisturb her greatly. I couldn't figure that one out since she had been sittingin the shit for five days. Women – go figure!

When she had finally finished her cleaning duties she tried to step out ofthe tub. Her knees gave way as she was still quite weak from the prolongedexperience of being in one position for five days. I left her to her own devicesand left the room. I watched her closely via the monitoring system I had setup. It was like watching a colt trying to walk for the first time. After afull twenty-four hours however she was up and walking quite nicely and seemednone the worst for wear.

I came back to her room and stood and studied her for over fifteen minuteswithout saying a word. I was smoking a huge cigar at the time and my quietnessseemed to disturb her a great deal. It was as though she knew I was thinkingup something that would be quite dastardly again. Finally, I spoke.

I said, "It's time to give you a new experience – the experienceof self-imposed pain!"

Her mind could not quite process this thought and she returned my gaze witha quizzical look on her face. I told her that she was being trained in expectationof the time when she would be sold to folks who dabbled in pain, forced sex,degradation and other unspeakable, perverted acts. She had heard this beforeso she did not express too much surprise. I told her part of her training musttake her to a level where she was willing to impose severe pain on her ownbody.

At that, I stoked up the cigar until the end was cherry red. Then, I heldit just a fraction of an inch from her nipple. She wanted to move and jerkaway but she was disciplined enough not to do so. I told her the cigar wasto be extinguished slowly on some part of her body. I told her I could do itand, if I did, the part of her body I would choose would be her ass hole. Shethought about this and pictured the long-term effects of this and the devastationit would bring to her.

She asked, "What if I agree to put it out on myself?"

I told her that if she willingly arrived at this decision, she could useher navel to put it out. She shuddered as she contemplated the pain this wouldbring. But, in comparing one pain against another, she knew she had no choice.I stoked up the cigar again and, again, it was bright red on the end with aferocious heat. I told her that she was to insert it in her navel slowly andnot actually put it out until I told her to do so. I told her she could lieon her back so as not to worry about passing out from the pain.

I thought she would be grateful at this show of sensitivity on my part butI detected no gratitude. Some women are hard to please!

She reclined on her back on the floor and I handed her the stogie. I toldher to make it quick while it was still hot. She poised the cigar over hernavel, hesitated for a moment, and then brought it down into her deep bellybutton. Smoke immediately rose from the crevice and her entire body began shaking.Yet, she showed amazing fortitude as she held it there without actually puttingit out. The stench of burning flesh filled the room and she was weeping openlynow.

After about twenty seconds I finally said, "Go ahead and put itout."

She instantly mashed the cigar down on her burning flesh and the cigar finallywas extinguished. I looked at her face and saw that she had slipped into unconsciousness.She presented an interesting spectacle as her inert body lay there. Her facewas white as snow as the pain had driven the blood from her head. Her entirelimp body was twitching occasionally as her brain sent out errant messagesto her various nerve endings. The extinguished, broken cigar stood up obscenelyfrom her navel, sort of like a broken candle on a white birthday cake. Smokestill continued to emit from her navel as the flesh continued its reactionto combustion. I concluded she had done a good job.

I retreated from her room to contemplate my next actions. She was almostready for sale. I still had to work on her ass hole – making it largerand subjecting it to obscene enemas. I also needed to subject her to more painand more degradation. Then, she would be ready for market.

She looked at me quizzically as I brought in the large pail and hung it fromthe ceiling. She surely must have seen the spigot toward the bottom of thebucket but no alarm bells went off in her brain. Then she watched as I pouredthree liters of Classic Coke into the pail. When I produced the clear rubberhose and attached it to the spigot her eyes widened as awareness crept intoher mind.

I told her to get on her knees with her head and shoulders to the floor,beneath the bucket. Again, she began to tremble as she imagined what was comingnext. Her imagination could not have warned her of the magnitude of the painthat was about to come. I told her to spread her cheeks and she did so immediately.Her little button of an ass hole was peering up at me, looking full of innocenceand meekness.

With no warning whatsoever, I plunged the hose nozzle directly into the holethat led to her bowels. She grunted at the intrusion but, again, her trainingrestrained her from displaying any pain or resistance. I opened the valve atthe bottom of the bucket and nozzle on the spigot and watched as the bubblycola flowed into her guts. She felt the pain immediately as the fizzy stuffhit her tender linings. But, she hung in there.

I had stepped aside so I could watch her complete profile. As the bucketemptied, she finally began to feel the bloating feeling that goes with suchan invasion. I knew that she felt as though she had to take a tremendous shitbut she could not rid herself of the liquid sloshing in her guts. Soon herstomach began to swell with the intrusion of so much liquid. She was openlycrying now as she felt the pain of being expanded so much and as the mean bubblesof the cola attacked her most tender inner tissues.

When the bucket was finally emptied into her body, I removed the nozzle fromher ass and slammed in a butt plug. Then, I went over to my recliner to leanback and watch her reactions. They had begun immediately. None of her trainingcould provide her with the means to withstand this attack. She was howlingand begging unintelligible words. She was flopping on the floor like a hookedfish, begging for relief.

I could not understand most of her words but I could determine that she wassaying that her insides were on fire and going to explode. She was rollingaround on the floor now as her naked body tried to find a position that wouldgive her relief. There was no relief as long as the mean-spirited liquid wasin her body. All of her flopping must have caused the cola to fizz up in herbody because it was obvious that her pain was becoming more intense. I finallybegan shouting at her as I asked her if she wanted relief.

She cried immediately, "YES, YES, ANYTHING – JUST GET THISOUT OF ME!"

I told her that as soon as she jacked me off I would remove the plug. Somehowshe got the will to crawl over to me and rise to her knees beside my recliner.She immediately grasped my firm dick with both hands and began an up and downpiston motion. Unfortunately for her, I had come so much in the last few daysthat I knew I could control this orgasm to an incredible length.

Nonetheless, as she tried to hunch over to relieve her cramping, her righthand was now manipulating my dick from the base to the large bulbous head.Her left hand was massaging my balls with her fingers flexing in and out aroundmy sack. Her left hand crept down behind my balls and she now had her indexfinger in my ass hole. She was massaging my prostate vigorously as she continuedto jack me off with her right hand.

She started to lean forward to put her lips on my dick and I told her thatonly hands were allowed on my privates. Then she moved her mouth to my leftnipple and began flicking her tongue over it. She was still groaning from hergut pain and this somehow created an interesting vibration around my nipple.

It was amazing to see her body shaking and quivering from pain. Yet, despitethe pain, she continued to work on my organ with tremendous gusto. She certainlywas motivated. My dick was responding and beginning to throb. Her right handhad become an engine of arousal as it reached an incredible reciprocating speed.Her finger was like an invading snake in my ass. I was beginning to sweat withthe effort of restraining my orgasm. She sensed this through her own pain andbecame even more intense. All at once my balls heaved and a long, thin streamof milky cum shot forth from my piss slit, almost reaching her face that wasattached to my nipple.

It no sooner landed on my body then another one shot forth immediately, equallyas long. She kept on pumping my dick and three more, shorter strings of cumlanded on my belly and in my navel. Now, residual drops of my fluid were runningdown my shaft, over her hands, and into my thick bushy pubic hair.

To show her I was an honorable man, I reached behind her and yanked out thebutt plug. She leaped to her feet and waddled over to the toilet, brown stuffleaking from her ass. She thankfully plopped down on to the stool and I couldhear the shit and cola evacuating from her body in a mighty waterfall of offal.

Although she received relief from the bloating, her ass was on fire as thefizzy liquid shot out of her body. She was still crying in pain, asking forany kind of relief. I told her that the only way to alleviate the action ofthe cola that had lined her tissues was to immediately have a milk enema. Itold her I would provide this if she cleaned me with her tongue. The streamsof cum on my chest and belly were coagulating into a thick, white substanceas was the droplets that were buried in my hair around my dick.

She didn't hesitate. She sprung over to my reclining body and began lickingvigorously to clean all of the white liquid from my body. The stuff on my skinwas easy to remove. She had to work a bit on my deep navel as her tongue invadedit to seek out the cum that gravity and taken to its very depth. Then, shebegan working on my pubic hair. It was thick and the cum was buried deep. Shehad to take sections of my black hair and surround them with her lips at thebase as she slowly sucked upward on the kinky mass.

When she finally finished she looked at me with pleading eyes. I pointedto the gallon of milk that I had set beneath the bucket. In her previous inquiringsituation she had not even noticed that I had put it there. I told her to dumpthe entire gallon in the bucket. She crawled over, rose to her feet and quicklyemptied the contents of the milk jug into the bucket. I then told her she couldgive herself the enema as that was the only way to relieve the pain of thecola that was attacking her inner ass. Her face was red and her eyes filledwith tears from the pain that had been attacking her insides all of this time.

She quickly fell to her knees, grasped the nozzle and slammed it into herown ass. She had trouble manipulating the valve on the nozzle, behind her back.But, she was motivated and she accomplished the task. Then, finally, relievingmilk was flowing into her guts, coating the injured tissues and bringing reliefto her body. Her body immediately began feeling the pressure of this new invadingliquid, but she withstood all of it so that she could get the relief of thewonderful substance.

When the milk had completely emptied into her body, she crawled once againto the stool. I could tell that it took a supreme effort not to blow the stuffout before she reached the stool. I was proud of her. As she sat on the toilet,evacuating the milk from her ass she thanked me profusely for being so kindto her. I told her it was nothing and I was glad to help her out.

I was proud of her ability to retain concentration on my sexual needs throughouther ordeal. I knew that she would bring a fantastic price on the black market.Of course I had taped all of her ordeals and this last one would serve onlyto enhance her value. Now, I knew it was time to work on enlarging her asshole.

I brought out a series of dildos. They started at the normal size of theaverage man's penis – about six inches long and of average girth. Therewere ten of them in all with the tenth looking like it came from an elephant.I told her she was going to start putting these in her ass – using thesmallest one first until she had worked her way up to the largest one. I toldher I would supply her with plenty of K-Y jelly, being the sensitive guy thatI am. I told her after inserting one, she was to keep it in her ass for twenty-fourhours. Then, she would remove it and move to the next larger dildo – againfor another twenty-four hours.

I indicated that after ten days she would be large enough to accommodatethe elephant dong. She looked at it with fear and complete disbelief that shecould take in such a long object. I assured her that I had a lot of experiencein these things and she would be able to accomplish her assignment. I alsotold her that we would be doing many interesting things during the time thateach artificial dick was in her. I looked at my watch. It was 2:55 p.m. I toldher that within five minutes, the smallest dick better be buried in her ass.

She didn't hesitate. She immediately swathed it with lubricant, leaned forward,reached between her legs, and began searching for her ass hole. It took hera moment but then the pointed head found the little opening. She began pushingforward and even this small one caused her considerable discomfort. But, by3:00 p.m., it was completely buried in her ass hole. Each dildo had a groupof streamers flowing from the free end. These were of various colors and aboutfour inches in length. They provided an interesting adornment to her ass asit swished back and forth from various motions.

I told her to get back down on her hands and knees and start crawling aroundthe room. She did so haltingly as even the small dildo caused her some pain.The streamers were flowing back and forth and I could feel my dick gettingslightly hard. I let her crawl around for a solid hour. She was sweating profuselyand crying from the pain in her arms and her ass. I told her she could sitnow. She looked at me inquiringly as if to say, how can I sit with this thingup my ass?

I told her quite directly, "SIT NOW YOU STUPID CUNT!"

She slowly rolled over on to her ass and sat squarely on it. She let outa little yelp as the floor drove it further into her ass. I told her she wasto sit there for the next six hours. She bowed her head in sorrow.

It was the end of the ninth day and, when asked, she told me that her asshole was, indeed, terribly sore. Yet, each day she had inserted the next largerdildo and she had now gone through the first nine ass instruments. I let herremove the large tool from her butt and I examined her hole up close. I wasproud of her. Her shit hole had dilated and was gaping open, giving a fullview of the first few inches of the tunnel tissue. Then, she asked in an almostpleading voice if she could forego the largest tool.

I couldn't blame her for asking and she did display a good attitude as sheasked. The tenth tool was huge. It was as big as a man's wrist and almost fourteeninches long. It was modeled after a circumcised dick and had a head that waseven larger than the shaft. But, it was important to her training and I toldher she would feel proud of herself after she had taken it into her body andcarried it for twenty-four hours.

She had a look of doubt on her face but she knew there was no alternative.She laid on her right side and lifted her left leg as high as possible in theair. I took the tool in both hands and carried it to her as though it werea royal crown. With her leg still in the air she reached up and took it. Itwas almost too big and too heavy for her to hold with one hand. She graspedit with both hands and placed the tip at the entrance to her bowels. Despitethe enlargement she had accomplished, her hole was not nearly big enough toaccommodate the bulbous head. She showed a great deal of fortitude as she beganpushing it into herself. Finally, her ass hole yielded and the huge plasticend popped into her ass. She was shuddering again and sweating profusely. Herhands were shaking and yet she didn't release her grip on the instrument. Shepushed again and a couple of inches went in

I had placed mirrors in spots so that she could watch her progress. Althoughit felt to her as though she had inserted a tremendous amount of it into herbody, there was still at least eleven inches to go. Now she was crying silentlyas she measured the task that was before her. Yet, she still pushed some more.Her bowels were resisting but her will and her arms were overcoming the resistance.She now had all but four inches in her ass.

She looked at me and said, "Please help me, I don't have any strengthleft!"

I realized that I should show some compassion so I got down on my back andplaced the heel of my right shoe on the base of the dildo. Then, with all mymight, I gave one gigantic push with all the muscles of my leg. She screamedat the top of her lungs as she was invaded to the hilt and all we could seewas the very base of the dildo and the long streamers that were attached toit.

She was crying openly now and I knew she was wondering how in the hell shewas going to endure that thing for twenty-four hours. I knew I couldn't giveher time to feel sorry for herself so I told her to get up on her hands andknees and begin crawling around the room as fast as she could. She did so witha lot of effort and I am sure the cramps in her body had to be phenomenal.Yet, with a lot of rocking she managed to roll over and get to her hands andknees. And then she started crawling.

It was obviously a tremendously painful effort but the swishing of the streamersfrom her ass showed that she was indeed giving her best effort. Once againI was proud of her. But, I knew I needed to take her to an even higher levelof pain. I let her crawl around the room for two hours. Occasionally I wouldgo over and kick her in the ass when I thought she was slowing down. She wasbathed in sweat and the muscles in her upper arm were twitching. Her tits werecovered in sweat and this did enhance them somewhat although I still foundthem boring.

Finally I told her she could stop crawling and she was to stand up. She stoodup although it was obviously painful and she had to hunch forward slightlyin an effort to alleviate the pain that was crashing through her guts. Hersweaty tits hung forward slightly and swayed gently in the air. I took outa group of long, red, white, and blue streamers that were connected at oneend with a long pushpin. The pin was quite sharp and at least an inch long.I had scoured the office supply stores to find just the right length. I toldher to shut her eyes. Then, I firmly took hold of her right tit and pointedit straight at me, the nipple showing as a perfect target. With one quick motionI buried the pushpin directly into the center of her nipple, plunging it directlyinto the center of her tit meat.

Despite the pain in her guts, she jerked back as she realized the incrediblepain from this surprise attack. The streamers hanging from her nipple bouncedplayfully against her stomach. I told her not to move. A droplet of blood wasslowly leaking from her stabbed tit. I told her to keep her eyes open now asI grasped her other boob. Then, taking another streamer and pin, I repeatedthe action in this fresh nipple. Her eyes enlarged tremendously as she couldnow see the action that was being imposed on her. I could feel a slight pullon her tit as her instincts wanted to retreat from the advancing pin. Yet,her will and her training allowed her to overcome her instincts and she heldher position as the second pin intruded directly into her other tit meat.

Now she had streamers flowing from her ass and her tits. It did enhance hertits. Her hands were jerking up and down at her side as she wanted to grabsomething to contain the pain. But with sharp pain in her tits and crushingpain in her ass, her hands didn't know where to go or what to do. So, theyremained at her side, waving up and down like someone trying to flag down abus. I told her to relax, that I wasn't totally without sympathy, and I wouldremove the causes of her pain in less than twenty-four hours. Somehow, thisdidn't seem to subdue her horrible expression of intense suffering.

"Well," I thought, "you just can't pleasesome women – fuck it!"

I was tired of watching her roll around, trying to find a position that offeredas much comfort as possible. It seemed impossible. No matter what part of herbody she laid on, some type of pressure was put on her ass, her abdomen, orher tits – all of which caused her severe pain. I really can't standto watch women fidget so I decided to remove this option from her. I told herto extend her hands and wrists together towards me. When she did, I put onthe training cuffs.

She had experienced these a great deal under my tutelage and she actuallyaided me in her bondage. She was still bent over slightly at the waist, tryingto help the cramps in her guts. I planned to remove this option also from her.I pulled down a rope from one of the ceiling pulleys, secured it to her cuffs,and, using the electric motor, hoisted her in the air. She screamed as herbody was forced to straighten out and as her pierced tits were also pulledtight. She was dangling in the air, twirling in a clockwise motion, her titand ass streamers forming a nice decoration to her body.

Her body was obviously in torment. I decided perhaps I should instill a differentsource of pain to help her forget her current pain. I had the yellow pagesphone book from St. Louis. It was quite thick. I grasped it with both hands,and with all my strength I began beating her dangling body with the phone book.She began screaming at the top of her lungs. I always wondered why people screamedwhen they were in pain. It did nothing to alleviate their pain. Perhaps itwas just a way of communicating to others how much pain was involved?

I selected random parts of her body to beat with the phone book. Soon, blackand blue marks were appearing everywhere on her body. When I would delivera blow her body would swing away from the direction from which the blow hadcome. Then when it swung back I would try to catch it at is maximum swingingforce and deliver another blow to her body. When I hit her lower abdomen herscreams really took on a satisfying pitch. When I delivered a blow directlyon to the pin in her tit her screams became inhuman. I continued to deliverblows to her body for thirty minutes. Then, the phone book became quite heavyto my hands and arms and I had to stop to catch my breath.

I was sweating profusely and she was groaning unintelligible sounds thatwere much less than human. Her body was swaying in the air, a collage of black,blue, green, and orange. She had pissed herself and urine was running downher thighs, onto her calves, to finally drip from her feet and toes. It hadbeen a satisfying moment – for me – perhaps not so much for her!

She hung there, drooping, racked in pain. She had experienced more traumasthan she had ever dreamed possible. Finally, after the twenty-four hours hadexpired, I walked up to her naked, hanging, pain-ridden body. I grabbed bothof the streamers that were pinned to her tits and gave them a tremendous yank.The pins came flying out of her nipples and tit meat. Her body jerked withthis sudden new burst of pain. But, she still hung there motionless. Then,I walked behind her and repeated the routine with the dildo in her ass. However,it was buried too deeply and as I yanked the streamers, the dildo only cameabout half way before the streamers broke off in my hand. I was now able tograb the butt of the dildo with both hands and give it a tremendous yank.

It came screeching out of her ass hole, dripping all sorts of vile liquidsand substances. She yelled with a new vigor. And, true to my mission, her asshole gaped open – a yawning channel into her innermost parts. For themoment, it almost looked as though a person could set up house keeping in herass. I wondered how she was going to hold her shit in? I wondered if her asshole would permanently dribble shit? Not my problem!

I finally let her down and released her from her bondages. I had put a straightback wooden chair near her and she slumped down on to it. She groaned as hersore ass hole hit the chair bottom and as her bruised back hit the chair back.Yet, instinctively, she slid forward so her ass was hanging over the edge ofthe chair. She also spread her knees wide apart so that her pussy was openlydisplayed. I stood in front of her and looked down at her. As per her training,she looked steadily at my dick although her eyes were completely listless.

I told her that she had just gone through some important training, that thetraining had completely exhausted me, and I thought she should express hergratitude for my efforts. At that, still staring at my crotch, she began speakingwith complete and utter sincerity.

She said, "Thank you sir for making my ass hole bigger. Thank youfor giving me pain by pushing pins into my tit meat. Thank you for bruisingmy body and making it so many interesting colors!"

I was amazed and gratified at the depth of her commitment. However, I said, "Iappreciate your kind words. But, I think there should be a more tangibleway for you to express your gratitude."

She reacted immediately by sliding down off of the chair, crawling over tothe training table, crawling up on to it, and laying flat on her back. Herheels were drawn up to the bottom of her butt and her thighs were spread aswide as she could open them. Her arms and hands were stretched out above herhead. She was a beautiful sight as her lovely pussy was obviously ready forme. My prick had become aroused and it was standing straight out. I let itlead me over to her and I climbed up to the tabletop.

As I poised on my knees between her legs, she said, "Please takeme."

I obliged her request and fell forward, my dick burying itself in her cunt,my body splatting on her sore torso and tender tits. She didn't even grunt.She immediately threw her cunt up to my plunging crotch and began fucking mewith all her might. The insides of her pussy were as smooth as velvet. Theygripped my dick with just the right amount of pressure to communicate her need.I could feel the rim of my circumcised head scraping the insides of her sexwalls. Her pussy was getting wet instantly and the moisture was warm even tomy hot dick.

Soon we were two bodies of complete sex, plunging at each other and givingas good as we were getting. Just as I was about to come, I raised up and removedmy convulsing prick from her cunt. She looked distressed until I pushed softlyon her legs to raise them even higher. She knew immediately what I wanted andshe put her hands under her ass to assist her legs in raising it higher.

Her enlarged shit hole was staring at me with complete desire. I again obligedher by falling forward and slipping my dick easily into her rear tunnel. Herass hole was no longer a tight and repulsing avenue to my dick. It was actuallyinviting and it, too, had just the right amount of pressure on my tool. I begancycling in and out of her hole and she began using her sphincter muscles tocontrol the pressure on my sex. Overnight she had become a marvelous ass holefucker.

I felt as though I was going to explode. I was sweating profusely now andmy perspiration was dropping steadily down onto her tits. Her tits glistenedand, for the first time, they actually took on an appealing look. I was fuckinglike a mad man now and just barely able to control my orgasm. However, I didn'twant to come in this hole either and I finally withdrew just in the nick oftime.

My dick was swaying in the air with both of our moistures clinging to theend and to the sides. My dick also had brown smears on it from fucking herass. I crawled forward on my knees until my dick hovered over her mouth. Shedidn't hesitate. She took it all into her mouth, licking and sucking greedily.She was intent only on giving me pleasure. My pleasure was her pleasure.

She had finally become a complete trainee and almost ready for sale. Hermouth was working wonders on my dick and her lips were giving me actions Ihad never experienced. She was sucking with an amazing power and she had alreadyremoved all liquids and substances from my huge dick. I felt myself comingand I didn't try to control it this time. I started shooting out jism in hugewaves, one after another, in an amount that seemed to have no end. I told hernot to swallow it but to hold it in her mouth. She complied until I was finallyfinished.

Then, I told her to open her mouth and show it to me. Her mouth was almostcompletely full of my punk and her tongue was almost buried and completelysurrounded by my love juices. I told her to swish it around with her tongueand her tongue rotated lovingly in the midst of my juices. Finally, I toldher to go ahead and swallow.

She swallowed it all in one huge gulp and said softly, "Thank you!"

There were still some drops coming out of my piss slit and she reached forwardeagerly and lapped them up.

Then she said, "Would you please piss on me."

I thought it was the least I could do and, anyway, I usually had to pisspretty good after heavy sex. She held my shrinking tool and pointed it to herwide-open mouth. I began pissing and pissing and pissing. I marveled at herability to pinch my dick when her mouth was full so she had time to swallow.Then she released her pinch and let more piss plunge into her mouth.

She swallowed it all and again said softly, "Thank you!"

I told her she was almost ready for sale but there was just one more bitof business. She looked at me questioningly and I told her she would receivethe final touch tomorrow.

I returned the next day holding my final instrument. It was not really aninstrument of training. It was my means of personalizing my trainees so I wouldalways get credit for my work. It was a branding iron that I had fashionedout of a soldering iron.

When imprinted it would say: TRAINEDWITH CARE BY ZEBRA.

I made it my policy to imprint this brand before any of my sales. It waspurely a marketing scheme that I thought would eventually allow me to chargemore as my customers noted the quality of my product. I told her to crawl overto me with her ass pointing toward me. I had plugged in the iron and it wasalready red hot with heat vapors rising from each of the letters.

I wrapped my left arm around her waist, holding her body securely againstme. I thought that her training would inhibit her from moving but a personnever knows how a body will react. I had one mishap with one trainee who jerkedat the time of her branding. The branding burn was smeared and took her valuedown by a considerable amount.

Holding her tightly, I plunged the red-hot brand directly on to her leftbutt cheek. She screamed as the heated metal burrowed its way through her skinand into the meat of her ass. The smell of burning flesh filled the room assmoke rose from her ass. I held the brand into her body for at least thirtyseconds. When I finally removed it, the words were engrained forever into herass.

She was shaking now, almost going into convulsions. I released my hold aroundher body and she collapsed in a sprawl to the floor. In a moment of tendernessI bent down and kissed the back of her neck. She didn't seem to notice as shecontinued to sob. She was branded for life! She was ready to become someoneelse's property!

Two days later I watched her new owner take her away. She seemed sad as shelooked back over her shoulder at me. Frankly, I didn't give a shit. I was busycounting my cash.