I walked down stairs carrying the tray, naked apart from the bikini panties that I had been given. The trainer was in the kitchen, eating a late breakfast. He pointed at the sink, and I put the tray down, before turning to face him, feet apart, hands clasped behind my back, and head down-cast.
"Good, you are starting to learn," he said, approvingly. "I expect you are hungry and thirsty?"
Apart from the cum and piss I had swallowed, I had been given nothing to eat or drink since I arrived, apart for a few scraps this morning from the revolting man that I had been forced to spend the night with. I nodded my head, murmuring, "Yes Sir."
Crossing to the sink, he picked up a large metal dog bowl and, filling it with water, put it on the floor next to me.
"You may drink," he smiled.
I dropped to my hands and feet, and lapped and sucked at the water. I hadn't realised just how thirsty I was as I gulped the cool liquid down. I had almost emptied the bowl, and was struggling to suck up the last bit, when he picked it up and refilled it. He let me carry on until the bowl was almost empty again, and I lifted my head, rocking back onto my heels and clasping my hands behind me. The ends of my hair had fallen in the bowl, and water dripped onto my chest as I sat there.
He put the bowl on the table and scraped some of his meal into it, before putting it back down on the floor. I looked at the mess in front of me, congealed egg, mixed with cold beans, tomatoes and some half chewed bread, which was turning to mush in the water left in the bowl. He pointed at it, and I went back onto my hands and knees, lowering my head back into the bowl.
I thought I would vomit when I took the first mouthful. My stomach already felt tender with the piss and cum churning around in it, and the food tasted vile, cold and sloppy. Realising that I might not get anything else, I took a deep breath and started to force down one mouthful after another. My hair was falling in it and I started to brush it away, but was rewarded with a swift slap across my buttocks. Putting both my hands back on the floor, I slurped and chewed at the mess until the bowl was empty, setting back on my heels again.
The ends of my hair were caked in food now, and I could feel it all over my face. I really wanted to wipe it off but knew that he wouldn't let me. Silently standing in front of me, he unzipped his jeans, and his enormous cock fell out, inches from my face. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and moved to take it inside, stretching my jaw to accommodate him. I felt it twitch as I swirled my tongue around the tip, and then harden, stuffing my mouth with his flesh.
I had barely been able to get it in last night, but now I was able to slide my mouth forward, his cock reaching the back of my throat. He wasn't touching me at all, and I realised that he hadn't given any instruction, I had just automatically started to suck him off, letting him use my face.
I gagged violently as he touched the back of my throat and then heaved, bile and vomit spraying out of my mouth and nose as he pulled back. Blinking away the tears, I could feel it dripping down my chin, and smell the stench as my breakfast came back up. He said nothing, but just stood there, his cock now coated with my slime and vomit. I stuck my tongue out, and reached my head forward to lap at it, cleaning off the mess I had made, and was rewarded with a gentle pat to my head, almost the first sign of affection since I had arrived.
I nestled my head against his thigh as he continued to stroke it, realising that my training was already having an effect. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of him taking me, even though I realised that I would struggle to get that monster cock into my sore and abused body. At that moment, if he had clicked his fingers, I would have rolled on my back, legs apart, and fucked him willingly.
It seemed like he had other plans, however. There was a large dog bed in the corner, and holding my hair like a lead, he pulled me over to it, and lay me down in it. I curled into a small ball, hugging my knees as he draped a small blanket over he. There was just one final word before he left me, "Stay."
Despite the fact that I was partially naked, filthy, and curled up in a dog basket, I fell asleep. I hadn't got much rest, and was still receiving from the gang bang the night before, and then the fucking I had received from the man I had been forced to sleep with. I felt warm and cosy in the basket, and quickly drifted off. I don't know how long I was asleep, until I was awoken by a boot rocking me. The young woman was staring down at me, dressed inner customary black jeans and t-shirt.
She wrinkled her nose when she pulled off the blanket. My hair had bits of food in it, there was dried food on my face and vomit on my chin and stomach. Grabbing my hair, and holding me at arms length, she took me upstairs and pushed me into the shower, leaving me to clean myself up.
I felt a bit better when I came out, I was clean again, I had had something to eat and drink, and a bit more sleep, but then my heart sank when I saw the bed with the four ropes at either corner. Pushing me down onto my back, the woman pulled my arms above me head and tied them to the two corners at the top of the bed. My legs were spread and tied to the bottom two, leaving me stretched into a star shape.
Getting on the bed, and straddling my waist she looked down at me, her face impassive. Her hand slid down and grazed one of my nipples, which instantly hardened. Repeating the same with the other one, she then started to gently massage my breast. They were still sore from the groping and mauling that they had received during the night, and I could see the bruising on them, but her touch was silky soft as she gently massaged me. I felt myself getting wet as she continued, running her palms up and down the globes and then bending her head down to take my nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling at them in turn. I wanted to hold her, but was unable to move, my limbs stretched out to the form corners off the bend. My orgasm was building but, just as I was about to come, she stopped, gently lifting her head to kiss me on the head.
"Not yet, darling," she murmured.
Lifting herself off and sitting next to me on the bed, she slid a hand over my panties, and then slipped a finger under the waistband, sliding it inside me, before pulling it out and licking it. She smiled again, "Nice and wet, that will help!"
She jumped off the bed and pulled a bag out from under the bed, emptying it on the mattress next to me. I gasped as an assortment of dildos and vibrators fell out. She picked up the largest one, and waved it in front f my frightened eyes. It was enormous, even bigger than the trainer's massive cock. My heart raced at the through of that being forced into me, and I tried to clamp my legs together but of course they were still pulled apart by the ropes.
She laughed, "Not yet, silly!", before dropping it, and picking up a more modest one. This looked to be about 9 inches long, thicker than my husband's cock, but something I knew I could accommodate. Bending forward to whisper in my ear, she hissed, "I bet my little slut can't wait to have this inside her!"
Grabbing the waistband of my panties, she pulled sharply, snapping the elastic and freeing one side, before tugging them down my leg, to hang of my ankle. Putting the tip of the dildo between my legs, she suddenly pushed hard, ramming it in with a single thrust. I cried out as it was forced inside, grateful that I was wet from her massage, but still in pain as it slid into my sore insides.
"That went in too easily, lets' go up a size!"
She pulled it out just as sharply and held it to my lips. I could taste myself on it as I licked it clean, before she put it down, and picked up another one. This was considerably bigger, thick and lined with realistic veins. I screamed as she started to push it in, trying to force myself to relax as it slid inside me. When she stopped I couldn't move, stuffed to breaking point. I could just see the end sticking out between my legs, and as I looked she picked up another object.
I recognised the butt plug, its chrome end glinting above the large ball. Staring at me, she picked up a bottle of lube and dripped it all over the plug, before smearing some more between my cheeks and then pushing the plug between my legs. I felt the sting as she started to push it in, crying out as it was forced inside, and then the relief as the wide ball passed my sphincter. I had never felt such a fullness before, both holes plugged with the largest objects I had ever had inside me. Surely that must be everything, I thought, but she had one more surprise. Picking up a small metal cigar shaped object, she pressed a switch, and I heard the buzzing start. She started to run the vibrator over me, finding my clit with the experience that only another woman has. I started to lose myself as my orgasm built, stuffed beyond capacity, and feeling wave after wave of pleasure build, until I exploded, the weekends events climaxing with an intensity that I had never experienced before.
I must have passed out, and woke to find myself alone, the vibrator and the woman gone, but still with the dildos inside me. As I started to come down from my high, I realised that I was now trapped immobile on a bed, holes stuffed beyond capacity, with no one to help me. I almost cried out, about to shout out my safe word when I stopped myself. I was enjoying myself here, the realisation that I liked being a slut and a sex slave dawning on me. There had been plenty of times when I could have used the safe word. I didn't need to have gone through with the brutal gang bang last night. I didn't need to have slept with a foul and disgusting fat man, who used me as a sex toy, I didn't need to have eaten from a bowl on the floor like an animal, and I didn't need to have let myself be violated by the woman. I could have stopped it at any time.
Despite myself, I felt the excitement building again. I longed to touch myself, but with my hands tied all I could do was buck my body against the dildos wedged inside me. I realised that by lifting and lowering my buttocks I could make the plug in my ass move, and started a frantic reverse humping, feeling the pleasure build until I orgasmed again, from the simulated anal sex.
