The Pain Slut Pt 04

The Pain Slut

Part 4

Chapter 10

The Cunt Hunt

For breakfast, there was only water from the pig trough. Then they drove us to the cesspool, and we relieved ourselves on command.

Our slave labour began at 6 a.m. so this day would be even more exhausting than the last.

When we started digging in the morning, we were only two feet deep in the ground and had to dig six feet deep.

The ridiculous shovels made it difficult for us to advance. Bigger stones and tree roots impeded our task. The sun climbed higher and higher, and the temperature was rising. We toiled in the mud on bent knees and with aching limbs.

We supported each other and used gestures to communicate. I observed the guards out of the corner of my eye so as not to be caught when I allowed myself a short break from work.

We remained hungry while the wardens munched on their snack boxes. The worst was when one of them beckoned over one of us because he was horny.

The orders were, "Kneel, Open." The abuse then started after a ring gag was placed over the victim's mouth. We were treated like cumrags by them.

The used slave girl was then expected to say, "Thank you, Sir, for feeding me." Her reward was to be sent back to work with kicks in the ass.

When we took the detour to the cesspit again that evening, suddenly an accident occurred. After she had already fallen twice on the way back, our busty blonde chick suddenly fell off the planks and into the excrement-filled ditch while peeing.

The wardens just laughed, so the tall black girl and I ventured into the dirty muck to rescue the poor woman and save her life.

We barely made it out of the pit, dirty and smelling.

We had to support the exhausted blonde for the rest of the march. While we had to stand in line hungry and tired and watch the overseers eat dinner, we kept the blonde from collapsing.

The overseer had made it clear that we were a herd of pigs and that the entire herd would be punished for the weakness or mistakes of one. All the collars would deliver their electric shocks.

The lined-up slave women swayed but did not fall.

Exhausted, we waited for our meal, the pig wash. I never wanted a meal so much like today.

Finally, the maids came and watched us with pitying looks. They led us to the trout and fed us the mashed-up remnants.

Kneeling, ass up, hands on the back I guzzled like the other pigs, forgetting that we were human beings not long ago.

Now we had become livestock. From human beings to pets, to objects and now to livestock, what a descent.

"Hi, I'm Irene! I heard a voice whispering. The pretty black girl looked at me with warm brown eyes."

Then we were driven into the barn by a drunk warden. He did not tie us to the chains; we could crawl into the straw. I fell asleep as soon as I was lying down.

We all looked thin and wiry after two weeks of hard graft because we had developed lean muscle under the layer of grime.

Part of the torment was the dirt and the fact that you couldn't get rid of it. Sleeping practically on top of each other in the barn, eating at the trough with our heads together, and working in the ditch near the others, we were forced to smell each other.

We managed to recognise each other by their scent. I must admit that there were some girls I liked more than others for reasons I couldn't pinpoint, like something in their sweat.

The smell of the tall black girl, Irene aroused me, and she enjoyed being close to me and making eye contact. She was so handsome with her black hair and model figure. Her gorgeous breasts with pieced nipples, I could not stop looking at them. What a fool I am, falling in love here.

We learned from the conversations between the minions that something larger was anticipated.

We, the Piggies should play a significant role in a celebration or ritual. Additional customers were ostensibly coming by Helicopters.

They presumably wouldn't want to have sex with us, as we looked, unwashed, with tangled hair, stinking of shit and sweat.

Irene said dryly "The customers will quickly withdraw when setting eyes on us."

After they had fed us the pigwash, they told us to stand in line again.

The female chief of the minions approached us and positioned herself in front of us.

"Welcome to the cunt hunt, Bitches. You will advance from a dirty pig to a fuckpig tomorrow. The customers will enjoy hunting you first, however.

Don't worry, they won't be using guns or dogs - just bare hands and whips.

It's only fair that I bring you up to date on the state of play. The hunting area is a wooded part of the island that is roughly 20 square kilometres in shape. You will start at the edge of the forest, naked, barefoot, and with your arms tied behind your back.

You have thirty minutes to hide and run.

Your necklaces will guarantee that you do not crowd together, because you are watched electronically by the wardens. You will get electroshock if you do not separate.

You better try hard to escape because the first five that get caught will get electroshocks level five.

5 seconds on this level makes your body shake uncontrollably and causes fainting and incontinence.

The next five will get level three.

The next 10 will get level two.

Only the last five to get caught are not shocked, you better run little piggies.

With all the girls hunted down, the show will begin. First comes your cleansing, look forward to it.

Right next to the hotel is a unique place with devices such as steel crosses, pillories, chains and iron bars.

Leather straps will secure you to the devices, leaving you defenceless with all your holes open.

You will get abused and punished as fuck-slaves and pain whores.

This will be your status for the rest of your sentence. Only the best of you will gain the status of a hotel whore. and this status changes nothing when it comes to being fucked and beaten.

With more than 200 horny customers you will certainly get used well.

They are encouraged to use the punishment instruments provided. You are at their mercy.

Wardens! Get the pigs in the barn" She barked addressing the guards.

Irene and I were cuddled together on the straw in the barn when she whispered, "I was wrong about my guess regarding our attraction."

"I hope we can support each other when the other is suffering, my darling," I replied, moaning softly as I kissed her gently preventing our pig trout from colliding. Our tongues met and played joyfully; we rubbed each other slowly to orgasm with our fingers. Through her strong body odour of sweat and dirt, I could now smell the sweet scent of her juices.

The next morning they loaded us into the back of a truck, and we left the pig farm. Past the hotel and the sports facilities, we went across the island to the forest.

We passed a meeting point where the hunters ate their breakfast, served by slave girls only dressed in high heels and hold-ups.

As we drove past there was a loud and threatening cheerio.

We were dropped off one at a time, about 1000 ft apart at the forest edge. They instructed us to stand still until we got the start signal, a buzzing sound in our collars.

Irene was standing alone next to the trees looking at me who was still standing on the truck bed.

We maintained eye contact until we were out of sight.

Then it was my turn to leave the truck and wait.

Hungry and alone, I stood there for what felt like forever, waiting for the hunt to begin.

The hunt for naked, dirty and scared slave girls.

I was one of them.

I was a former prodigy from a good family with an academic career envied by everyone.

How did I end up here?

Voluntary at that.

What longings deep within me was the cause of my desire for submission.

Was it my father's fault with his strict upbringing and punishments?

He put me over his knee, pulled down my panties and slapped my bare bottom with his hand.

I always cherished those feelings, despite the pain.

It caused a strange stimulation in my pussy, a tugging and exciting sensation.

When I was legal age, Daddy made me his lover, how did he do that?

My therapist explained it was a kind of mind control.

He was taking advantage of my love and submissiveness. He planted triggers in my mind so that I was inflamed with carnal lust for him. He prevented me from starting a normal sex life with boys my age.

I fled from this twisted love into the arms of my husband, who is now my Master. I must have noticed his dominant nature before he knew about it himself.

For years I provoked him with my moods and outbursts of anger, but he was too infatuated with me. Desperately I wanted to be put in place.

But he always treated me like a fucking princess, oh god, he never raised his hand against me. But I was such a spoilt and moody brat, that I needed a firm hand.

But unfortunately, he couldn't give it to me at the time.

I got divorced and was looking for ways to live out my submission fantasies. I kept running into assholes who just wanted to take advantage of me.

Then by chance, I saw my ex again in a bar. He suddenly seemed so dominant, like an arrogant bastard who didn't toss about me. An alpha male! I got wet immediately, my knees went weak, and my pussy hummed. So, I put everything on one card and spoke to him and I offered myself to him like a slut.

I am sure that it was the best decision of my life. After some initial difficulties, he was finally ready to be my Master, and I submitted to him unconditionally.

This new life in which someone else decides everything for me and makes all the rules; It was fulfilling for me.

Master controlled me and every aspect of my life.

He controlled even my sexual life and my orgasms. My existence consisted of longing for the next peak of pleasure.

After that, my greed turned into a longing to satisfy my Master. Even to endure pain for his pleasure and his cruel desires. It seemed right to me that he could feast his eyes on my suffering my moans and tears.

Everything is for him and his sacred right to experience a more intense orgasm.

And it was a great joy for me that my Master brought this Rita into my life. I was allowed to experience the joys of surrendering to and submitting to other women. I had not known that before but love with women is almost more beautiful than with men.

A sudden buzzing interrupted my thoughts, the signal for the beginning of the Cunt Hunt.

I looked around hurriedly and ran off. Into the green wall, branches whipped my naked body, and the rough forest floor tormented the soles of my feet.

There was no one to be seen.

I could only hear my panting breaths and the sound of my footsteps, so I fled deeper and deeper into the forest.

After more than an hour running fast, I desperately searched for a place to hide from my pursuers.

You could see a good distance because the massive trunks left plenty of room and without a hiding place, I had no chance of hiding for any length of time.

Suddenly I heard voices ahead of me. Could it be that the hunters had entered the forest from all sides?

I turned to the right, running faster.

I suddenly fell as if my legs had been pulled out from under me, damn it, I was lying on the ground in a small pit, what had I tripped over?

A pile of leaves from last autumn had broken my fall.

That gave me an idea, I cleared the leaves to the side, lay down in the little pit and then tried to pile the leaves over my body again.

The voices had become louder, and I didn't move under my blanket of leaves.

Drunken male voices, laughing and jeering, apparently, they had just caught one of the poor cunts.

"Come on, hold her tight. I'll put the ring gag on her, and the fun will begin."

My necklace was buzzing, electroshocks hit my body, I cried involuntarily. Too nearby! The other girl was too near!

"Piggy, little Piggy, where are you?"

"Sweet stuff?"

"Come to Daddy"

I experienced another shock. I jumped up and tried to run but went in the wrong direction. A group of hunters stood in my way. I turned around, but somebody grabbed my hair.

"That was the last one, call the guards, they can turn off the collars. Go on, put the ring gag in her, I want to use her mouth."

"Kneel bitch, or do you want a beating?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the other two victims of this mob were the little blonde with the colourful tattoos and the Japanese girl with the nose ring. The ring was so big, it was visible under the tied-up pig's snout.

Both girls got face fucked, their users brutally yanked them by the hair and set the pace. One after the other the mob ejaculated into the helpless mouths. I was desperately choking on one hunter's cock. It was degrading but hot at the same time. When he finished down my throat, he spat in my face, hooting.

After they all had cum, they lost interest in our bodies, and we were beaten out of the forest to the waiting pick-up.

The rest of the piggies were already waiting for the transport, all had been caught. I was sure they had cheated and tracked us down using our collars.

I saw Irene kneeling at the other end, she winked at me, and I smiled back. Semen was dripping from her chin, but she looked beautiful and desirable.

Chapter 11

Fuck Slaves

The lorry carrying us naked little pigs set off to the cheers of the hunters, they followed in Jeeps and Land rovers. The destination was the next stage of our suffering and humiliation.

The park with the torment stakes.

The site soon came into view, there were iron St Andrew's crosses set up to tie the victims in an X shape.

There were racks where the victim's neck and hands could be fixed.

Heavy chains were attached to the ground to tie someone spread out on the ground. I saw metal scaffolding whose purpose I did not recognize, perhaps to be hung from

Drainage grates were embedded in the concrete floor, probably

to make cleaning easier.

Tables for the hotel guests, a bar, and a buffet were set up around the square. It looked like a great show was planned for after dinner.

The hotel loomed right next to it, modern and generously designed.

The entrance area was a mixture of the Psycho House and the Adams family mansion, what a poor taste I thought.

We were unloaded and driven in the direction of the stocks and chains, but before the wardens tied us to the various devices, the punishment with the electro necklaces should be executed.

Cruella ordered the wardens to free us from the pig snouts and pigtails, and then she began with the announced electric punishment.

More than half of us received such severe electric shocks via our collars that they were writhing and screaming on the floor. Those shocked to level five vomited, urinated and defecated themselves.

The delicate Asian girl with the nose ring seemed to be unconscious. She was dragged up by her hair and slapped until she regained consciousness.

Some of the minions wore uniforms of fire brigades and stood in a circle around us naked and trembling herded, still with our arms bound to the back.

There were five hosepipes directed towards us, I heard a loud woosh.

A powerful blast of ice-cold water hit me and the other victims.

Loud crying from cold shock and pain we curled up to avoid the blast.

With no hands to protect me, the jet knocked me backwards,

The force of the ice-cold water was intense, cutting and stinging.

Other jets were hitting us from new directions, we were suffering helplessly.

The freezing water hit my private parts, my breasts and my face, I could not breathe, with the water in my mouth, nose and eyes.

It seemed endless, but when the water stopped, wardens appeared with buckets of soapy water scrubbing our bodies, faces and hair with crude brushes, making us helplessly writhe on the hard ground.

Then again the freezing water to wash away the soap, again the cruel attack of the icy streams on our private parts, breasts and faces

We were screaming and twisting on the concrete floor, our sobbing continued when the water had stopped.

The bitch Cruella controlled the results of the purge and seemed to be satisfied.

"Tie the fuck slaves to the devices" she ordered, "I cannot wait to see them suffer."

Two guards forced me to bend over the pillory, place my neck in the semi-circular opening, my hands to the right and left of my head as well, and then the top came down and fixed me in the frame.

My feet were fastened to iron rings on the floor so that I was completely helpless and at their mercy. My orifices were defenceless and fully available to any attacker.

My buttocks and thighs were bent forward in the best punishment pose; my legs spread apart.

My breasts are within easy reach for agonising games.

I could only see forwards and to the side, but the other similarly shaped pillories stood in a semi-circle so that I had a good look at the eleven other fuck slaves tied to the stocks.

Irene was tied almost opposite;

She rattled the chains to realise that neither escape nor a more comfortable position was possible.

Resigned, she looked over at me and I curved my lips to send her a kiss.

Despite my tiredness, gnawing hunger, and uncertainty about my future fate, I felt a sense of euphoria inside me.

To be at the mercy of all cruelty and abuse together with my fellow sufferers seemed indescribably horny to me. My crack was swimming in bliss and my nipples were erect.

Although dinner was in progress, the first "guests" were already arriving to inspect their victims. Some couldn't wait and started the abuse straight away.

I could hear screams of pain and the cracking of whips on naked bodies all around.

I had just looked into Irene's warm brown eyes, now I saw the back of an elegantly dressed white-haired man making pelvic movements in front of the helpless girl.

He had only unzipped his trousers and now he was fucking fully dressed the naked Irene's mouth.

Pain flooded through me, someone had stalked me from behind and was now pinching my labia and nipples so hard that I involuntarily let out loud cries of pain.

The long fingernails digging into my sensitive flesh led me to believe that it was a woman and the words "You like that filthy whore, you're soaking wet" in a woman's voice, accompanied by bright laughter, confirmed my suspicions.

The bitch knew how to maltreat other women and from her ever-increasing sighs and moans, I realised that she was using one hand to satisfy herself while tormenting my private parts.

I heard another woman's voice shout, "Rosaleen, stop the silly masturbation. These are tied to the floor. You can sit on a face!

I've just pissed in that sow's mouth. Swallow well, you piss sow, now keep licking"

I felt a slap on my arse and heard Rosaleen hiss, "I'll be back soon honey, you can look forward to it."

I didn't rest for long, then I felt something rubbing against my rosette, I relaxed to make penetration easier, and half of a man's cock was already in my back door.

"Good girl now let's have a nice pleasure fuck" while he alternately groped my breasts and my arse cheeks with his rough hands.

All the slaves in my sight were now getting their turn, some even had several 'visitors' standing around and waiting to use them.

I had to watch as Irene was fucked in her mouth and her ass and two elegantly dressed women with sparkling wine glasses strolled around and commented on the orgy.

The crowd became denser and denser, the laughter and jeering, the screams of pain from the victims the ecstasy of the abusers. I had stopped counting how many cocks had already cum inside me.