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Lady was a girl I met at a fetish club. She was beautiful and she only chose hard sadists to have scenes with. What interested me and drew me to some of her forays was the fact that she was specifically there for the pain play. She indulged in cane scenes that made her scream and break and cry. And she did these in an open area where anyone could see. She always wore a thong, she never indulged in sex afterwards, and she set clear limits for her playmates. And she had such a natural submissive cast to her demeanor. She bowed her head as soon as she sensed that she was in the presence of a sadist. Sometimes for doms as well, but always for the sadists, since they had what she craved. What was more, she was beautiful. She was small framed, easily overpowered, and she had these huge D sized tits that were impressive for her stature and stood out all the more with her tiny waistline. It aroused me, needless to say.

There was so much flesh there to torture.

I went to her one of the nights when she didn’t have a playmate and she froze when I approached her, her doe eyes looking up at me with a frozen rabbit look that made me smile. It’s always interested me what she must have sensed that first night. She had bowed in submission to others, but she seemed... more with me. Of course, at the time I didn’t think of it. It was only after that I considered the fact. “Would you like some company tonight?”

“Yes, sir.” It was almost instant and I smiled.

She ended up disappointed that night. She didn’t know it but I wanted her for more than here light play scene bullshit. I wanted her for real, no bars held, no limits. And I had been lusting after her for fucking months, as my own personal torture toy. She had a decent pain tolerance but there was always room for improvement. Instead of playing that night, I spoke with her. I asked her about her family, about her school, about her summers. Lady gave me all the information I needed readily, easily, sitting across from me in a shady fetish club with few limits and regulations for its players’ safety. She let me know that no one would ever come looking for her if she were to disappear. She stared up at me with these wide eyes, as if fascinated by me or entranced, and she walked right into my arms, terrible as my embrace was.

I called a friend of mine that night, someone else who knew about my extreme tastes and fixations. Nina was irritating sometimes, but she had tastes that ran almost as dark as mine and she had been the one to help me find my first snuff desires, a recording of an underground place that gave me the arousing and fascinating pleasure of watching the light leave someone’s eyes on video. I had never forgotten it. She knew all about little Lady too and she had been helping me set up my underground dungeon for everything I wanted her for. I asked her if she’d be interested in using and helping me break my new slave once I had her. Of course, she was.

It was so easy to drug Lady, so easy to invite her to talk and then to gauge the moment when she was starting to have trouble sitting up. Before the drugs fully kicked in, I managed to quietly suggest that perhaps she’d like some air. She slurred an apology and followed me, taking my hand when I held it out. And no one watched her. I had followed her home when she left her scenes a few nights and seen the seedy place she lived and no one would miss this enticing little creature. She practically fell into my hell, as if the devil himself had gifted her to me.

I smiled at her apologies. “It happens. Close your eyes and rest, little slave.”

She tried to reply but she was already out and she would be for a few hours. Plenty of time to get her to her new home and to get started.

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Being an inheritor of a legitimate and stable business, while also working an underground world in flesh trading for dark experiences had its perks. I had her all to myself for a nice, long while and I could do my shadier business dealings from home for a while. I had set this up in advance so there would be no interruptions in her modifications and breaking. And for that first night, I had commanded Nina to stay away. I was a selfish Master to begin with, enjoying the delight of having my very own torture toy finally in my possession. And by that time I had all the underground connections I needed to modify her body to full humiliation.

So Nina wasn’t there, but there was a sadistic doctor friend who met me at the door. Most importantly, he owed me for my rather large and risky part in the abduction of his own slave. Needless to say, he was more than happy to give me his services as I needed them, especially since his part came with no risk in this and negated his debt with me. We worked together and first was her bondage, only because I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

I started with a half corset that let her already impressive tits spill over and forced it nice and tight. I was toying with the idea of permanent corset options but for the time being I started with a latex one, as I wasn’t sure how I wanted to go about the permanent options. There was also the reason that I enjoyed the thought of marking my private slave across the entirety of her body with the whip and cane. I wanted eventual access to every inch of her. Perhaps if I got bored I’d find a way to keep her clean and lock her in a corset. For the time being, I recognized the fact that I would be spending a fair bit of time dressing my slave in heavy restriction as per my will. Fortunately, I had a fair bit of experience with these things.

Next were the arm bands. And these were something that ran the length of her forearms but would leave my slave’s hands free. With those, I planned on training her to more and more time spent in a reverse prayer position until her flexibility increased enough for me to dress her that way indefinitely. At that point I would cover her in more latex until she appeared like an armless mannequin. For the time being, with her unconscious, I secured the arm guards together with padlocks and then secured them to the small of her back. Next was the heavy posture collar that would ensure she couldn’t lower her face. It was humiliatingly thick and with four O-rings around the outside of it, for me to better chain her in the various positions I might will. From there I placed a modified pair of blinders on her. These were much like a strange, very slim pair of goggles that would allow her to see when I wished, but would keep her vision limited. I had considered keeping her permanently blinded, but it seemed like such a waste when I could allow her to see the terrible visual of the permanent modifications I would make.

Since we weren’t quite there yet, I covered the strange goggles with a black latex blindfold that I could easily remove. From there was a gag that was also modified. It fit around her lips, but the inside was hollow, with tubing. A removable piece went down the tubing and screwed in. Effectively, she stayed gagged, but would taste anything I would want to funnel into the gag, and be forced to swallow it. If need be, I had breathing tubes I would fit down her nostrils to ensure she would remain safe through my tortures. With that in place, I went to her feet and padlocked strict, steel, 6-inch heels to them. I remembered one of our conversations where she said she hated heels and could never walk in them and had to smile to myself.

She’d learn to walk in them soon enough.

I had plans to laser remove her hair as well and I had considered the first treatment before her bondage, but the truth was I was just too eager to see her restrained. She would have a brief amount of time to wake up and the stricture would make her panic. Once she woke up and I had my brief amusement, we were going to give her an anesthestic and knock her out again for some more intensive modifications, but we needed my drugging to wear off at least a decent amount before then and she was my slave. I could dress her how I pleased whenever I pleased now.

“Pretty,” Dr. Weyland said softly. “And such thick, gorgeous hair.” I had to smile with pleasure. She had these deep brown locks, lustrous and thick. And her lips were a pouty pink that would turn darker after she was forced to choke on a cock or two. God, I was excited. The next bit started my permanent alterations.

The piercings were first because I was eager to see her adorned in the humiliation rings I had planned for her. I started with her septum, piercing it through and fitting it with a larger humiliation ring. When the appearance was pleasingly striking, I had the good doctor help me solder the ring closed and the pain was enough to make her shift in her sleep, sweet thing. Next I went to her nipples and those required more of the doctor’s expertise. We were practicing a theory with these since nipple rings generally liked to rip and tear. For these, the doctor used a latex coating that had a skin melding adhesion. He helped me pierce them through her nipples and fix them with welded rings so I would be able to torture her with weights. For a while he studied it and then smiled. “It’ll take. You’ll have to leave them be for a few weeks. Once the rings cease to move when you touch them, you’ll know the adhesion has melded with her skin. Like tricking the body into accepting the rings as part of its own. No more ripping.” He stroked his thumb over her breasts with a smile. “God, her tits are great too.”

“They’re about to be better.”

He laughed his agreement and then we went back to work. He got his tattoo gun, as per my wishes, and removed her gag to tattoo her lips while I watched and he already knew what I wanted. The word “fuckmeat” was first. Then “cuntslut”. He kept going, covering her lips in vulgarities until they appeared permanently darkened at a distance. Up close, anyone would be able to read the filthy names I’d graced my little slave with. After that, he sat down and we waited.

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It was a delight when she came to. At first it was slow. She shifted in her bondage where I had her laying on a medical table in my dungeon. It was probably better that she was blind for the time being, as she might have screamed at the sight of her new home in my dungeon. It was no BDSM play space. There was heavy furniture there but there were also other, more sinister things as well. We would get to those things together, her and I. For the moment, she came awake to nothing but lingering pain from where I had pierced and welded her, nothing but restriction where she was in heavy bondage. She tried to twist her head and even then she couldn’t move it very well, not with that collar. I chuckled when she started to struggle, when she snorted in terror.

And finally I spoke while I rolled her over onto her front, relieving the pressure where she was laying on her bound arms. “Shh. Deep breaths, little slave. We’re just getting started together.” I fisted a hand in her hair and lifted her waist while she tried and failed to struggle against me. I dripped the smallest amount of lubricant into her asshole and then forced myself inside of it, smiling with the pain of a little bit of abrasion when it was too little. It was worth it for how she screamed in shock behind her modified gag. “You can’t see what you look like so I’ll be kind and tell you. I’ve decorated you with permanent piercings in your nipples and through your septum. I wanted to tell you the next part that will happen to you, however. You’re getting ready to be put to sleep again and once you wake up, most of your sexual organs will be removed since you won’t be needing them anymore. Your pussy is going to be modified for my pleasure and your asshole will be modified for more mechanical purposes. I thought I’d enjoy the experience of raping it since I won’t be using it so much afterwards.”

She snorted in terror, struggling. Or trying to anyway. She kicked her heels and I laughed while the doctor chuckled and helped hold her down for my abuse. And her hole squeezed on my cock, as if in protest of my cruel use. It quivered with her pain and the feeling sent pleasure cascading through my body, making my balls turn tight. “My, you really haven’t had much sex in these holes at all, have you? So tight, pretty little slave.”

She started to thrash in more alarmed panic and I growled, finishing in her asshole, pumping it full of cum. Her cries rose behind the gag and I nodded to the doctor. “Time to take a nap again, dear.” His voice was calming, as if he was talking to a panicked dog, and he injected her while I helped him hold her still.

And then I let Weyland get to work, watching in curiosity as he set to the more gruesome bits of the task at hand. He had to relieve her of her corset and the bondage for a bit, looking at me for permission, which I appreciated. He knew the reason why I wanted her in that bondage and he went along with it in respect to my possessiveness. I watched while he carefully sterilized my slave, ensuring I wouldn’t have to have concerns over birth control or menstruation. But there was more to this than that. He finished up with that work and went to her pussy.

I wanted that part of her heavily modified. She hadn’t had sex after her pain scenes and I had decided I wanted to fuck her without her having pleasure from it. The good doctor used the latex adhesion again but this version was a little different. This version made a sleeve inside of her sex that would block most sensation from her and the outer material would stroke me in a pleasurable way. In short, she would heal around the internal sleeve that would adhere to her flesh and become part of her skin. There was enough sensation allowed that she would realize she was being fucked without ever being able to orgasm from it.

Even better, we soldered more rings to her pussy and these were adjustable so I could unlock the rings when I wished to use my slave or I could leave her “zipped” shut when I had no need. And, of course, we removed her clitoris entirely, creating a seamless and smooth latex appearance over it that pleased me immensely. Next was her first hair laser treatment.

Continuing through the list of changes I wanted, we dilated her asshole until it gaped cavernously wide and molded a hollow butt plug to the new size, one that also attached to a fitted tube. We coated the ring of her asshole with more of the adhesive latex, so that the plug would be easily applied whenever I wished and I could fuck her without having to worry about the pain from lack of lubrication. That new latex skin we used for her would smoothly caress my cock anytime I wished to use her.

And last, but not least, he augmented her already impressive breasts from D to FF. I smiled with the results. Anytime I showed my slave off, I knew she would feel immediately humiliated from her tits and her permanently soldered piercings.

Finally, the doctor left, leaving me his number for any concerns or complications, although we joked over how unnecessary it was. He was permitted to have his fill of using her in my thanks for helping me. Well, he was permitted to have his fill as her stages of training allowed. After my work was finished and I had her encased back in her latex bondage, having added thigh and ankle restrictive bands so she would no longer have such freedom in her legs, I chained her to a post in my dungeon. Chains tethered her upright, with the O-rings in her collar and the rings in her arm cuffs. I used soft pillows to prop her waist up and cuffed her ankles apart with a spreader bar so that the modifications to her pussy and asshole would be visible when she woke up.

Needless to say, she panicked again until I stroked her hair and removed the blind cover. I placed a mirror up to her, close enough for her to see in her limited vision, and then I stood over her and quietly told her every modification, going through the permanency of every one until she was sobbing with her hopelessness. She stared up at me in questioning horror. “Wondering how and why?” I asked softly. “Don’t waste your energy, my lovely slave. The only question you should wonder is how to please me. And right now your appearance pleases me. Enjoy.” I left her there to study herself and went to sleep, well satisfied.

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Unfortunately, I couldn’t begin using her immediately as the adhesions needed time to seal and heal, so I began her training as my toilet slave instead. This required a few changes to her bondage. I had to bind her arms to her front instead, for instance. And this was where the tubing for her mouth and pretty new anal plug would come into play, along with a catheter. The fitted tubes for her plug and the catheter had a connecter to the wider tube that went up to her mouth gag. A third tube connection went up to a strange funnel, like a toilet shape where a person could use it over her mouth. The result of all these being that her own waste would be fed up to her mouth, along with whatever was given down the toilet bowl. Once these tubes were in place I cast her in more protective latex, immobilizing her on her knees. If I unchained a few parts she would be able to walk on a leash at my side, but on her knees she was helpless to get up. She stared up at me in abject terror and snorted through her nose as if trying to plea with me. I smiled and pat her head. “Just let it happen. You’ll accept your life as my toilet soon enough.” She squealed in protest behind her gag, but I only chuckled. “Oh, but you will, even if you think not.” I attached nodes to her neck and around her temples. More went down sensitive areas of her exposed flesh. In a twisted bit of humor, I even placed one where her clitoris used to be. And this was another toy I could think the doctor for. The nodes connected to a stimulation box, one that had been modified for torture. Pain would race through my little slave’s body in continuous and random waves across the nodes in any place I had put them. I started the box these connected to and laughed at the immediate shriek of shock and horror behind the gag.

I fixed her with her blindfold while the endless torture she would suffer in the next few weeks sank in. “Don’t worry. I’m a kind enough Master to give you some distraction from the pain. I think you’ll find that you’ll love the shit and piss fed to you, sooner rather than later.”

She thrashed so hard that I had to increase her bondage and force her still. I invited the doctor and Nina over, along with any guests they trusted and wished to bring, and they were delighted. Nina was beside herself whenever she saw my little slave creation. The de***********ions of what I had done made her masturbate in my dungeon while I watched. She had me eat her pussy, which was so wet that I commented on it and unblinded my slave so she could see.

“Look at how horny you make a little cunt with your suffering, pretty slave.” She stared up at us, still forced immobile and crying in dread for the thought of what was coming to her.

Nina made sure my slave could see her clit where I stroked it. “Look at her worthless little cunt now. You don’t even have one of these anymore. And it looks like there’s a sex toy zipper between your fucking legs now. You’re never going to orgasm again unless you learn to love the taste of shit enough. You’re such a freak of a toilet.” She threw her head back and came with a sadistic snarl while my slave stared up in fear, still lingering in the horror of her new life.

I stared at Nina with a violent emotion. On the one hand, I enjoyed seeing my slave tormented and humiliated. It was good for her acceptance. On the other... I didn’t think I liked the disdainful way she looked at my slave. It did seem to increase my little toilet’s terror and I could use that, but even so.

The orgasm was hot though. What was more, she asked me for a laxative and I obliged her. And I got the delight of seeing her feed a violent first toilet meal to my little slave. Lady squealed these small little sounds around her gag, still crying, confused and unsure what to feel with the pain. Nina spread her ass cheeks over my slave’s toilet bowl, which was conveniently transparent so that little Lady got to watch every second. Of course, in the meantime, I watched from my bondage bed and enjoyed the visual, the filthy sounds when the laxatives obviously took full effect. Nina grimaced and let loose a stream of air before she gasped and thick feces fell into the tube. My slave tried to thrash in her bondage, only to fail, and she whined in horror as she watched the first solid pieces work their way down the tube.

The sound around the thick gag when the first bit touched her tongue was something I would never forget. It was total horror that was heavily restricted behind the gag feeding her. I waited for Nina to finish, which took a decent while with the laxative, waited for her to feed my slave a nice full amount while I watched Lady cry in misery and agony. And then I finally took my pleasure and jerked off over her toilet bowl. I “flushed” the tubes - sending a pressurized bit of water through them to clear any shit and make her swallow the rest - and then I stared down into her eyes, studying the look in them.

Agony still rocked her and she stared up at me with desolation and misery in her gaze. “There, there. It doesn’t seem like it, but soon you’ll be so eager that you’ll lick and eat your new food willingly when an asshole is pressed to your lips. You’ll be magnificent and absolutely filthy. Master knows how to train you into a fitting shit slave.”

She didn’t believe me then. She just cried in her sadness and horror and I pat her head one last time before I left her to entertain my guests.

Needless to say, she was fed and watered often. She seemed to be the most miserable after we fed her large amounts of piss, since it made her have to urinate and then fed it back to her own mouth. Despite the filthy nature of my slave, the setup was quite clean, however. I used a sprayer to shower her during the mornings and cleaned her lovely hair with great care. I had a beautiful toilet and I wanted to show her off. I stretched her arms out from their bondage, one at a time, and I released her from her tubes to walk her around the dungeon a few times every day. I brushed her teeth as well and fed her the nutritional supplement that would support her body. This was also a doctor’s modification, as it would adjust her body to her new toilet diet. And of course, I was a kind enough Master to explain these things while I fed them to her. She stared up at me, her eyes lost and still desolate, but no longer crying.

Progress. My little torture slave was starting to accept her new life. Another day went by. Another. I had to jack off above her toilet bowl every morning to relieve myself from the amount of sheer fucking pleasure it gave me to possess her. Nina continuously degraded her and went out of her way to force large amounts down my slave’s toilet. The first time she did while Doctor Weyland was there to hear it, the doctor instantly looked at me. I gave him a careful stare back, not letting my emotions show too strongly in either direction and he nodded to me thoughtfully. He knew already that I was possessive over my slave and in these underground worlds there was a certain amount of careful decorum around other extreme fringe slave owners. Hardcore sadists had our own code with each other because we had to.

But I allowed Nina. She had been a good friend for a while and she was in on helping set up my dungeon. She took callous and cruel use of my toilet slave, something that pleased me. These were things that would serve Lady well, these harsh mannerisms. And Nina took to the habit of masturbating above my slave’s face, reminding her that she didn’t have a clit anymore and she would likely never orgasm again. She would pause and slap her pussy, laughing about how my slave couldn’t even feel that with her new latex cunt. And then she would feed her while I watched my slave shake in her torture nodes.

Another day. Another. I watched the results. My slave had only the taste of shit and piss to distract her from her pain. At first she struggled against the taste in her horror, but it was around the fifth day that she jumped to the sound of the dungeon door opening. She twisted where she was blinded and then actually hopped in her chains in desperate anticipation. I rewarded her with a heavy morning meal of my own waste and chased it with a heavy stream of morning piss, keeping her blindfolded for that entire time. But she no longer struggled the tubes. She shook and tried to work for more distraction from her pain. Although, it interested me that she didn’t seem to take comfort in her distractions when she heard Nina’s voice. In fact, I noticed that she heard Nina’s voice and struggled... only to change her direction when she heard my voice. She sniffled blindly and contorted in her heavy bondage, whimpering. Her head turned as best it could with her tubes to my voice and I studied the reaction thoughtfully, a slow smile forming.

Nina was none too happy. She slapped my slave so that Lady trembled and whimpered, soft cries forming around her gag. “Filthy little fuck. You foul little toilet whore, your Mistress is speaking to you. You pay attention and stop fucking moving away.”

Her Mistress? I disliked how forward the wording was. I stepped forward and my voice was soft. “She’s in the middle of her conditioning. It’s doing its job and doesn’t need help, Nina. Feed her and she’ll eat it.” My slave whimpered in her bondage and it was the doctor who calmed me. He had been watching from the bondage bed, as I often had guests spending the night in my dungeon now, and he stood to touch my shoulder.

“It truly has been working, hasn’t it? Even I didn’t think it or the diet acclimation drugs I suggested would work so well for her. By the time she’s healed enough for you to abuse as you like, she’ll be magnificent.” And he was clever with his interjection. It worked. We spoke over how he had been keeping track of her vitals. He had been taking as many dietary measurements as he had access to, which was actually quite extensive, and apparently these drugs he’d found through the sadistic doctor underground were doing a wonderful job. He taught me to read her stats and her body’s adaptation to its new diet. I calmed to his words until I was well pleased with her progress by the time I approached her with my own relief. I pissed first, filling her funnel and tubes up with the stream until she whimpered and I sighed to give her encouragement. “If only I could have your warm, tattooed mouth around my cock while I pissed.” I did something similar with my defecation, petting her hair thoughtfully while I considered. “If only my little toilet’s tongue was in my asshole to pleasure me while she ate my shit at the same time. Perhaps another time.”

Another day, she was crying slightly when I saw her a few times, but otherwise, she merely shivered and shuddered. Yet another day, she started to shuffle eagerly whenever she heard anyone at all. The continual pain was doing its job very well and she started to whine for any distraction, even if it was human waste on her tongue. And she still had an entire week even after that to stay in toilet training, while the adhesion became part of her flesh and the rest of her healed. The doctor gently pat between her legs. “This latex pussy is almost ready for use. Just a little longer.” I stroked her hair while she swallowed his piss.

I started to sleep in the dungeon, eager for the day when I would have full use of my slave. And Lady turned into quite the little scat whore in the meantime. The only person she still cringed away from was Nina and she seemed to view my voice as the voice of her god. She would try to turn her head to the sound of it, would make soft little pleading sounds to beg me for mercy. Perhaps it was because I spoke to her whenever I unchained her and walked her, whenever I bathed her, and that made it one of the few other distractions from pain she received during her toilet training. Indeed, she whimpered almost adoringly when I pet her head, seeming to recognize it from any other touch.

During these weeks I had continued her laser treatments and also taken the time to train her body to reverse prayer position in increasing amounts of time, checking her blood circulation. It was heavily arousing to see her shift, as if armless, and eagerly eat down the solid amounts of feces she was fed. Enough so that I would often give her my cum after feeding her, telling her that it was her earned dessert. It was sometime during that third week that I did this and she made a low sound in return, one to make me smile.

It was a moan of arousal. “Such a good little slut for shit eating,” I cooed over her.

She was more than ready when the doctor gave her one last inspection and then determined her healed. But she had to prove herself to earn my trust. And that was okay. I had patience and time. I would keep her in her tube setup for as long as she required, even if she needed another year.

I turned off the electrical unit for the nodes torturing her and she moaned with relief. She shifted in her bondage, thinking that I would walk her on her leash and bathe her. Instead, I went back to her while the doctor studied her with interest. “I’m going to be a kind Master and allow you the chance to leave this setup, lovely. When I remove these tubes, I will take off your gag. You are not to say a word and you will do exactly as I say without fight, are we clear? One word and you go back to this for another month.”

She nodded her understanding and I removed all the tubes, slowly, methodically. Last, I took off her gag and removed the interior of it from between her lips. And my choice of gag had been carefully thought out before. I had originally wanted one to hold her painfully open but it was the doctor who had gently said that she might have trouble closing her jaw after held like that for so long. So I opted for the comfortable gag instead and used an open mouth gag to brush her teeth. The result was that she worked her mouth when it was free and it didn’t take her long at all to have use of it.

I waited for her to disobey, but she didn’t. She just rested her head against my knees, still kneeling in her harsh bondage but seeming to enjoy the freedom given to her. Indeed, she rubbed her cheek against my knees and I smiled. “Good girl.” So far, so good. Now for the next part to see if I had truly broken in my beautiful little toilet slave.

It was the doctor who bent forward over the bondage bed and I used my slave’s leash to help her crawl, unchaining her legs to let her move forward awkwardly. I pressed her face forward. “Press your lips around his asshole and take what he gives you.” To my delight, she didn’t resist at all and thrill ran through me. She pressed her face up between his legs where I guided and when she felt him, her tongue fluttered out to brush against his hole and then she closed her lips around it obediently, sucking gently. And apparently there was a pleasure in this for our doctor because his groan was pure delight at having her rim him while he pressed out to feed her. Soft whimpers escaped her to let me know when the first bits touched her tongue but other than that, it was satisfyingly neat the way her lips remained sealed and hid any of the shit she was being fed. I pet her hair, watching while he filled her mouth and we had already talked about how best to do this and agreed that for a while, we would have to have painful control to stop the flow as needed until she had better practice. So when I took the doctor’s hand and pressed it to Lady’s jaw, he knew what it meant. He stopped filling her. “Chew and swallow before you go back to more.”

She withdrew, obeying, and to my delight she didn’t even hesitate. She went back to him for more, her tattooed lips sucking obediently again.

I had broken my slave in. I took off her electrodes with a proud smile while she continued her filthy task. And that night I decided I wanted her to myself, so I commanded us to privacy for a day’s time. The doctor was completely understanding, but Nina rolled her eyes at me, something that made me give her a look. And I had taken my slave’s top blinder off so she had her limited vision but it was evidently enough to see the look on my face. She shuffled closer to my knees to cower there fearfully at whatever sight I must have made.

Nina, however, didn’t even acknowledge it. “Sentimentality with slaves, you? When you get off hardest from watching them killed?”

“Yes,” I answered shortly. “For a night at any rate.”

She smiled, seeming to understand that she’d finally irritated me, and she smoothed it over in her own way, enough that I was kind enough by the time she left. But I was also thoughtful. My slave was back to being gagged until I had use for her mouth, but she shifted and quivered at my knees. I soothed her by petting her hair and undid the straps around her legs to let her walk. “Let’s go upstairs together.”

I had had her in the dungeon for a month but she had earned a different view, so I took her to my office instead. I had work to do and I wanted the delight of having her kneel at my side while I did it. Her chain connected to a bolt in the floor by my desk and she obediently knelt when commanded. Her month of painful toilet training had done her well. When I finished with what I needed done, I rewarded myself by laying her on my desk and finally unchaining the row of piercings that held her shining latex pussy closed. My God, the doctor had done beautiful work on it too. It was seamless, like a shining black toy between the milk white of her soft thighs. I curiously stroked my finger over where her clit used to be and smiled when she didn’t react to the sensation except to shift above me. And then I finally thrust two fingers inside of her.

The latex had melded into a tight fitting little hole and it had formed to the shape of her walls but it made a far smoother hole, with a delicious amount of hugging for friction and use. And now she did make a soft sound behind her gag, looking down between her legs where I fingered her with this whimper. Poor little slave. The coating allowed just enough sensation for her to realize she was being fucked, just enough for the smallest bit of teasing pleasure, but she would likely never have another orgasm. I lubricated myself to the thought, keeping her legs spread across my desk, and I held her upright by a chain through the O-ring of her collar, since she was still held in reverse prayer for my amusement, and watched her while I fed her my cock.

She shifted, whimpering, giving me this sad, forlorn little gaze that made my cock all the harder. As for me, the latex caressed my cock like a smooth fist and I groaned. It was so deliciously tight, with such a satisfyingly strange sensation of pleasure. I stroked my slave lovingly, helping her watch me fuck her to better torture her with the knowledge that she would never get more feeling from it than this. I finished in her pussy, enjoying the sight of all my cum on the black of the latex coating. And I pat her between her legs, smiling, before I got up and cruelly stuffed her with a vibrator, turning it on its hardest setting and using her piercings to lock the toy inside of her. It would give her something to think about while I turned her over and toyed with the plug in her dilated asshole. And I couldn’t remove that without risking a scatalogical mess everywhere, since she was held so gaped that she wouldn’t be able to control herself. No, she now required regular enema cleanings if I wished to use her asshole and if I wanted to even feel that hole, I would have to use two massive dildos alongside of my cock. I would, but I wasn’t feeling that at the moment. I just toyed with how smoothly the massive plug removed from her latex coated anal ring, stuffing it back in to hear Lady’s soft little whines. The vibrator buzzed inside of her and eventually I lay back in my chair to watch her suffer the faint pleasure.

But her night was far from over. It led up to the introduction of the other part of her new life. That of my punishment and torture slave.

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I eventually took the vibrator from Lady’s pussy and closed it, guiding her back to the dungeon and replacing her full blinder. For my first torture scene with her, I already knew what I wished for as well. I had many tortures I wished to experience with my beautiful new slave, but the first one made me calm every time I considered it. I started by using her padlocked heels to spread her legs apart, then used chains up the side of her corset’s O-rings and fed them up through her collar to ceiling hooks to ensure she wouldn’t fall. But I had other means to ensure she would stay standing as well.

I started by nailing her embarrassingly massive tits to a board, chuckling to the sounds of screaming that started as soon as I hammered at the first nail. There were only six nails for each breast, which I considered to be rather kind when given her new size, and I even kept to the outside bits of her flesh. I fed chains up through holes in the board when that was done, forcing my slave on tiptoes even with those heels of hers. And just for good measure, I pierced the tops of her breast through with 8 gauged gilson hooks and chained those to ceiling hooks as well. She shifted in the spreader bar, trying and failing to alleviate some of the pressure that was part of her weight being hung by her tits. While she had fun with that, I lined up a fucking machine with her pussy. I used chains to fix her ankles forward, forcing more weight on her tits so that she moaned, but there was enough room behind the spreader bar for the fucking machine to line up. I set up to pump her latex cunt in a fierce rhythm, laughing delightedly to myself with how she sobbed at that the most.

And then I went back to her breasts with a short stock whip and I went to work, trailing my hand across the lovely expanse of tortured flesh before I withdrew and struck her right on the nipples. She shrieked with all the preexisting pain and I felt right with the world. I let my thoughts drift, calmly going through my work problems to solve while I whipped her breasts, harsh and and quick, enjoying her screams for the background noise. After a moment I connected my phone to a projection screen and set it up to project video footage of her freakish latex cunt taking its fucking on the wall in front of her. It was a nice, large image that she couldn’t miss even with her narrow field of vision and I took her top blinder off for her to see it, for her to see her clitless cunt take a mechanical cock that she could barely even feel while I sliced more strikes on her mutilated breasts.

I paused when she gave a rather different scream than her ones of pain. She shook all over with the force of it and I watched her legs shake with interest, watched her stare at the projection with wide, tortured eyes. “So, Nina and I were both wrong. You did have a few ways left to manage orgasm,” I said in amusement. My slave shook in terror when I stroked her back and I chuckled. “No, no, lovely. I won’t punish you for being a filthy masochistic sewer slave.” She moaned in horror behind her gag and her eyes dropped in absolute defeat. Any fight she had left was gone forever after that moment, I think. As for me, I was shocked but pleased. I had known she was masochistically gifted but I had never anticipated this much from her. Such a rarity.

How delicious it made her. I went on to the cane, lost in thought again, and I made sure to beat her down her thighs, all the way down the backs of her knees. I used the cruelest strikes I could, drawing small lines of blood every now and again and my lovely slave screamed a beautiful song for me. Of course, now I knew her screams for what they were.

A potential ride to her pleasure, the only outlet I had left her for any release so far. And I decided that we could use that release and build her up into being a truly heinous little creature, an eager whore for every torture. I had to use her toy pussy again, the thought made me so aroused, and then of course I took of her toilet services for myself, delighting to the flutter of her tongue when she licked at my asshole while she was kneeling in agony on her bleeding cane stripes.

I ended up having her sleep on the floor of my room, my silent little slave. I absently reached down to stroke her hair a few times and fell asleep well at peace and pleased with my new plaything.

It was Nina who woke me the next day. Even she wouldn’t dare come into my own home. The doorbell rang and my slave’s reaction made me chuckle. She squealed awake, her whimpers terrified from the sound. Poor little thing hadn’t had to worry about anything besides her toilet training and healing for a month up until then. I pat her head and she cringed into my touch still, an action that still made me tilt my head in interest with every time she did it. She whimpered in fear and raised to me as if I was comforting to her somehow, even after I had heavily mutilated her breasts and tortured her. I wasn’t quite used to the these reactions. But I indulged them, petting her calmly. “Relax. Master has a guest. But first I need to piss. Open up.” I undid her gag and she obeyed, gently taking my cock in her mouth and swallowing down the stream of urine I fed her.

Nina was waiting at the door when I finished and she looked eager. “Let me play with it, won’t you?”

Since she’d seemed to have learned a decent little bit of manners over night, I nodded and let her in. “Wait in the sitting room if you don’t mind. I have to bathe her.”

“Alright.” She smiled at me and I found myself annoyed by the sexual enticement she tried to put behind it, wondering at these feelings and their rise in me, curious as to why I would feel them. I called the good doctor, since he seemed to calm me with his presence, and invited him. And I cleaned my slave in my private bathroom, undressing her from her bondage to shower her off. She lifted to the sprayer and I had to smile. The slave’s spray in the dungeon was cold water only. “Yes, you’ll find I can be a fair Master at times. Good behavior will earn you rewards like warm water.” I fucked her modified little pussy in the shower, to relieve myself of any tension I had from Nina, and my slave’s soft little saddened cries did in fact help. Afterwards I cleaned out her insides much as one would any sex toy. I finished her bathing with her enema, using her hollow anal attachment to pour it and lock it inside of her. While I waited for it to clean her I bathed myself and finished up by connecting the anal tube attachment to her hollow gag and released the valve that allowed the contents in her asshole to pour up for her to eat.

And then we went to play. Well, I took her for Nina to play with her while I watched, mostly. And Nina stared at me when I led my slave to her. “You kept it in your bedroom?”

My slave scampered at my side, where she crawled at the end of my leash, when I answered. She whimpered softly and shivered against my calves, in a curiously adoring and fearful manner. “Yes, Nina, I kept my little slave near.”

She studied me. “You have never let anyone there.”

I wanted to scoff at that. I didn’t let anyone where I slept and kept it under lock and key because I had explored the foulest parts of the underworld in my snuff and torture forays. I knew the truly terrible things mankind was capable of and had taken part in them. I wasn’t about to let any of them close to me when I wasn’t awake to deal with them. But what was my slave going to do to me after she’d willingly eaten shit under my hand and when she was so modified that she could never have a normal life again even if she did manage to escape? What was she going to manage to do when she was padlocked in armbands with tubes from her anal plug and catheter feeding her steady amounts through the night?

I didn’t say any of that in response, though. “I haven’t. Here. You wanted to play.”

I watched her take my slave’s leash and studied the look in her eyes with interest. Nina took the leash but there was something sparking in those eyes of hers. She took my slave to the dungeon where she first made Lady watch while she masturbated. She connected my slave to a fucking machine like I had done and tied her so that she was forced to take it while her face was pressed right against Nina’s cunt. And Nina used a vibrator on herself, taunting my slave with how she didn’t have these parts anymore while I watched and smiled. Sure, it was something Nina had done before but it didn’t actually get old for me. I enjoyed hearing my slave taunted with her modifications.

Even better, the doctor did get there and his presence calmed me from the abrasion I felt lately from Nina, for whatever reason. He watched in his own aroused amusement while Nina stroked the vibrator over her clit, making Lady notice how the little button of nerves felt so good and shook with the pleasure. “May I?” The doctor gestured to the fucking machine.

“By all means.” I watched while he traded the machine for his cock, when he let his head fall back with a groan of pure pleasure.

“Jesus fuck.” And I had to smile. It truly did feel good, the way her toy pussy caressed a cock.

Nina grasped my slave by her hair, shoving her face between her legs. “Watch, little cuntslut. Watch it.” There was something that still interested me in Nina, something truly cruel in her eyes, and I tilted my head while she orgasmed hard and long, with a scream, right in Lady’s face.

The doctor barked out a cry of shock, looking down where he fucked her. He seemed to finish against his will and his eyes shot to mine when he was done. And I smiled thoughtfully.

Lady had managed to orgasm again, it seemed. He didn’t say anything where Nina could hear, instead stepping away while Nina took up the strap. He went to my side while we watched Lady shriek under Nina’s punishment. “She shouldn’t be able to do that.”

“She did it last night as well. Lady was already quite masochistically gifted when I found her.”

He studied me. “Are you displeased?”

And there was a note in his voice that made me tilt my head. “No. I find it amusing. Why do you ask?”

“If you were, I was going to ask if you would consider selling her before killing her. That is a delightful amount of masochism to turn into a twisted little punishment slave. It’s hot.”

I was shocked by the amount of heat I felt from his words. Emotions were not generally hot things for me. Oh, I felt things like greed and disgust and irritation, but I did not feel anger. I reigned the sensation in and kept my voice soft with threat. “No. I value it. Don’t ask again.”

He nodded and, in the manner of our strange sadistic creed, he started to act protective of my little slave whenever I entertained guests and they attempted to overstep their bounds. He also seemed to make sure that no one else would dare ask about buying Lady from me. And in return, I let him help me torture her often. I was quite terrible on her, as well, forcing her to become accustomed to harsh sensation and foul torture. Hanging her by her nailed and hooked breasts was a favorite pastime of mine. I started to dress her in full sets of latex suits while I did that, leaving her to hang in agony while she cried and whimpered. I dressed her down and connected her tubes to the openings in her plugs so she would feed on her own waste. I started to indulge in her asshole more and more often as well. As I had guessed, in order for me to feel anything I had to fuck her in tandem with two other dildos. I commented on this when I indulged in it, casually bringing up how her asshole was a permanently useless gape now. I mentioned how she couldn’t even be without her monstrous butt plug holding her secure or she could randomly mess herself since she no longer had control.

And I chuckled in delighted amusement when she managed to orgasm from the thought. “My, you’re truly starting to live up to the names tattooed on your lips, aren’t you? I’m impressed that you manage to find pleasure in these things.”

But she continued to impress me with it. Such complete masochism. So much of that energy to shame and humiliate her with. And I did that. When I entertained guests, I would find ways to make her cum from the foulest abuses. One night I used quarts of piss from my guests and filled her bowels with the filthy enema until she looked nearly pregnant and she was sobbing from the pain. And then I made her show off the tube connection in her asshole by making her bend over a chair while I fitted the anal and urethral tube to her gag. “Drink up,” I said softly, excited and horny. “Perhaps if you’re good, we’ll show off your clitless latex pussy some more.”

The flood filled her mouth and the rings holding her cunt closed quivered with how she managed to cum, so that I laughed and displayed her. Little Lady received quite a bit of admiration. She was stroked and fed her toilet diet all night while she crawled on her leash at my side and I had even started to allow her less time in her harsh bondages, permitting to crawl so long as she did so readily as I directed. She knew that at the first resistance I would heavily punish her and start taking away the smallest bits of comforts she had earned, like a blanket by my bed and her warm water.

I stroked her hair, basking in the compliments my slave received. My pride seemed to infect her, for I noticed her watching me when someone called her a delight of a slave and whatever she saw on my face seemed to make her curl up a little straighter at my feet. I smiled when she nuzzled my knees and I stroked her hair.

Nina snorted in derision at these scenes. “Idiot little slave seems almost in love with you and you nailed her worthless tits to boards twice this week alone.”

It was said with disdain but the words interested me. I considered fucking Nina in front of my little slave but I couldn’t get into the thought enough to get hard on it, so I never got to test her reactions to it, but I did kiss Nina thoughtfully, before she left. She blinked up at me and couldn’t help the small smile that creased her lips and I tilted my head. “Well, what was that for?”

“For my own pleasure.” They were true enough words but I didn’t think it was the pleasure she might have expected. I turned around to see my slave watching me and I had learned she was a rather intelligent slave as well, not that that mattered in her new life, but she reacted with mental capacity to many things she heard at my side. I sat down across from her and my kiss had been to test my slave’s reactions but instead I had learned something about Nina. I studied Lady. “She’s jealous of you,” I finally said.

Lady shuffled forward, closer to me, her arms in reverse prayer that night. She blinked once up at me.

I tilted my head and pet her, thinking through the times Nina had so cruelly punished Lady. I remembered one time I had caught her threatening my slave with a shaver close to her head. “I don’t think I need to say it,” I had said quietly that night, “but if you had touched her hair you would be dead or worse now.” Her cruelty made more sense to me. I considered these things while I took Lady to the dungeon for her nightly torture at my hand. I undid her corset and her reverse prayer, switching her up so I could whip her. She was screaming and bleeding by the end of it and I curiously lifted her face.

And then I pressed my lips against her gagged mouth, kissing the leather while she cried sadly. It aroused me enough to unlock her little cunt and fuck her to orgasm.

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I had to admit that she was part of my life, however, when Nina came to me, oh, months later. She and the doctor played with my slave regularly and Lady was covered in continual marks from all of our attention. Needless to say, she never went hungry either. A type of calmness soothed through my life and I sometimes left Lady in the doctor’s care to indulge in my other snuff forays but otherwise I was relatively tame actually. Having a slave of my own was a good outlet for my deviant paths as it turned out. I kept her well tortured and well cared for and I found I didn’t want to be without her at my side for long.

I answered the door with her chained in my study and nodded Nina inside my house. And Nina trespassed where she shouldn’t have after I invited her in.

“I have a buyer for her for you. The amount is insane and he’s so very jealous of her.”

“Is that right.” My slave would have cowered at the sound in my voice, would have whimpered and nuzzled my knees adoringly.

Nina didn’t. I wondered why she would have ever thought I could even be sexually attracted to her. She was an idiot. “Of course, he only thinks she should have the rest of her hair lasered so she looks like even more of a freak. He delighted to the thought of her crying with how embarrassing her tits are now that you’ve gotten done with her but he’s basically in love with the little toilet and-“

I saw red for a moment, with the amount of rage I felt, and when I could focus again I was staring down at an unconscious Nina and she was tied and secured on my floor. I went to my study to stroke my slave and she trembled in terror at whatever I must have sounded like. But I calmed myself by petting those beautiful locks of her hair, then took a moment to use her mouth for my urine, and then I grabbed my phone. All it took was a few phone calls. It was such an unfortunate fact of the underworld rules that the type of people in it wouldn’t be heavily missed. I sold Nina to an interesting venue and that was that. The doctor asked one question regarding her and I answered, “Do not ever ask me to sell my slave.” And he didn’t ask again.

A few weeks later I did bring the event up to another person. Lady, of course. She was kneeling at my feet in my office, with a vibrator locked inside her pussy on its hardest setting, and I lowered my laptop to the ground where she could watch the video recorded.

It was of Nina strapped to a medical table, already screaming from whatever attention had been done to her. I stroked Lady’s hair while she watched the two guys in the video get to work. They started with her nipples and it was gruesome, the kind of thing I favored. Her nipples in the video were wrapped in some kind of twine and had turned almost black. She screamed when they were touched and Lady jumped, whimpering. I forced her to keep watching with a command when they removed the first nipple. They went nice and slow too. Her pussy was next, where they cut the lips of the sex with razoring. They went through body parts, removing a hand, a wrist. They made her eat her own flesh, burned her eyes out. Even poor little Lady was shaking by the end of it. She stared up at me with that wide eyed fearfulness and her chains rattled when she tried to curl closer to me. I stroked her hair, going back to my actual work, only to pause and look down curiously with her next action.

She was pressing her gag leather lovingly, adoringly to my knees and thighs. She was still shaking a little, still terrified, and I realized she was worshiping me in her fear. “Such a wonderfully devoted little slave. I know. We’ll have a nice, long torture session later together.” Those seemed to calm both of us, as it were.

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