The Pain Slut

The Pain Slut Part 10

Chapter 28 sequel, prequel

Skinny Slut Martina

"Daddy, I love you"'

"Love you too honey, now strip from top to toe! Show me your little tits and your shaved slit" Daddy just had to snap his fingers, and I hurried to pull my tiny white dress over my head.

Underneath, I was stark naked and aroused. What a wonderful way to start a holiday. We are just the two of us in a hotel suite on this paradise island.

We had already enjoyed breakfast in our room. Now Daddy wanted to have me for dessert. He slipped out of his robe and came over to me. "Oh Daddy, is it because of me?" I played my Lolita role to turn him on. I even managed to blush and point at his massive boner.

He came closer, his cock was so big that the head pressed against my small chest. I dropped down on my knees and now I pressed my cheek against his balls, pressing hot kisses on the shaft. Instinctively, I had my arms crossed behind my back.

"Beg for it"

"Oh, Daddy please give me your cock, please I need it so bad, please."

"Go on, then, filthy slut"

I kissed the tip, my tongue playing with his pee hole, then sliding down to his foreskin, drumming on that sensitive spot. It made his cock jump up and down. It smelled so hot, of intimacy and cum, a little sinful and spicy. Now I put my mouth over his erection, as a good daughter should.

"Darling, you're doing great," he moaned. "Now go deeper, I know you can."

Daddy and I had been doing it for weeks and I had felt his huge cock all over me. Mouth, ass, cunt, armpit, soles, even between my tiny breasts. Daddy wanted to own me completely. I was his little three-hole slut. It was wonderful to feel so full, to feel that wonderful cock in my tight pussy. I would have loved to have had three daddies to fill me up all at once. I wished I dared to tell him about this gang bang fantasy.

I choked on his erection as he pushed deeper and deeper into my throat. I wanted it to be perfect for him, but I still needed to practice.

He had grabbed my pigtails, he only called them fuck handles, he was pulling and pushing me faster and faster, and I was already blacking out from lack of oxygen.

"Ah, ah, you little whore, yes, yes, yes, aaahh...fuuuuck...yeah!

Swallow, swallow, you little bitch" When he pulled out his cock, I was able to catch my breath. I looked at him lovingly with teary eyes.

"I love you, Daddy," I sighed.

"My little cum slut, your tight holes are the best part of you, my dirty cocksucker."

"Please say these three magic words Daddy."

"Spread your legs."

"Daddy, you're always up for a joke."

His cock was still hard as steel; I was curious to see where I would feel it next.

It went darker all around me..."Martina, Martina," I heard someone call.

The surroundings blurred. Dad disappeared, and I was in the dungeon cell. What the fuck! Next to me was my naked mother and my naked sisters, all trying to wake me up.

I heard them all talking at once. "Your master is here, he wants you, Martina, dear, quick, wake up you lucky girl." They were kneeling on the straw in the position of slaves, heads bowed in humility.

I blinked and saw HIM in the doorway, wearing only a black T-shirt. Master Doubleyou. What an erection! I had only dared to look into His green eyes for a moment and then immediately bowed my head, as was appropriate.

I must have been dreaming, but it was completely gone as if erased. The only thing I noticed was that I was aroused, my nipples erect, my cunt wet and that wonderful horny feeling in my womb.

I stumbled towards him, he grabbed me without a word and placed me on his cock, which quickly slid into my wet cunt. He turned and walked out of the room with me, the door slamming shut, leaving Mum, Three and Lucia in the stinking cell.

He held me by the buttocks as I sat on his cock and carried me through the antechamber into the training room.

Fuck, he was so strong, so muscular, he carried me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. I moved up and down on his dick with every step. It was a satisfying experience, and I felt accomplished. Thank you for choosing this worthless slut, Master, I thought.

In the training room he laid me down on a futon and began slowly thrusting into me. Sweet little dove, he called me! Then I remembered I wasn't allowed to come; the orgasm ban was in its second week and wasn't due to be lifted until tonight.

This evening was going to bring me so much pain, but also so much pleasure. "I am so happy you have chosen me, Sir," I sighed. "I know I'm worthless, I'm ugly and fat."

"Nonsense, you are beautiful, Martina, but you're almost too thin. Just look at how your collarbone and ribs stick out. I can feel your pelvic bone when I fuck you, my little chicken. You must eat enough and keep everything down, promise me!"

"Yes, Sir, I promise, even if it's hard for me." Strangely enough, I had no problem with it, since he had given me the order, my bulimia was gone. Like brainwashed...

Every order he gave was followed to the letter, even by my mother and sisters. It was magical how he dominated us with just his words. Resistance was not possible. We couldn't reach orgasm without his permission, but we were constantly horny and craving his cock.

We were also so horny for each other, Mom couldn't get enough of us, she was constantly fondling us in the cell. We caressed each other and passed the time.

Although we had to go without a shower for a week, we licked each other's cracks. My mum's body odour made me so hot, and my sisters felt the same way. We were all so fucking horny for each other.

We even licked each other's arseholes and toes, it turned us on so much, even though we weren't allowed to come.

I had only known this incestuous lust since Em Doubleyou was my Master.

Something clicked and suddenly Mummy, and my sisters were the hottest pieces of ass ever for me, the most desirable women I knew.

Now his tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring everything, forcefully pushing back my tongue, playing with it. This horny feeling of being completely at his mercy in everything. Now he ordered me to stick out my tongue far.

He bit my tongue lightly in different places. He probably wanted to remind me what would soon happen to my precious little tongue. That's what he had in mind for me: my tongue tie was to be cut, and my tongue split and then sewn.

There will be so much pain for me, but beauty must suffer. I was already looking forward to the pain. Then my orgasm spell was also lifted, and I was allowed to give free rein to my lust and cum as much as I wanted. My body craved orgasm.

He still pushed gently but rhythmically into my pussy, stirring it with his big cock, making me tremble and sigh.

Now he put my feet over his shoulders, bent me back, and I felt his cock go even deeper inside me. Suddenly, a sharp pain, he had bitten my toes. My left foot tickled and ached but the sensation was divine.

Now a fierce bite into my little toe. "Baby, it excites me so much that you want to give me a piece of your body," he moaned and pushed harder into me. "I promise I'll wear this little toe around my neck, sweetheart."

He pierced me with his gaze, I had to avert my eyes. I was ready to come, so horny, so turned on, I screamed in ecstasy but at the last moment, my body let me down.

How frustrating, I cried hot tears and moaned, "Oh Lord, I would have loved to come with you." Master pushed and pushed, he was extremely aroused, and my little body was like a rag doll for his lust.

He choked me now; I was afraid but let him do it, even crossing my arms behind my body. No air, I looked at him in horror, he roared out his orgasm, and I twisted, half suffocated in his steely grip. I felt his hot cum shooting into me, now he loosened his hold, and I gasped for air. I was so proud of myself for being allowed to receive his seed. I knew how Emily, Three and Lucia envied me.

He looked at me quizzically, "How does it feel not to be able to come?" His cock was still rock hard inside me. "It's so hard, Sir, I'm indescribably horny and would give my little toe for relief."

He laughed, "I like your sense of humour, honey. I promise you'll go off like a grenade tonight, but not yet. Right now, you're still my fuck-toy. Isn't that what you want to be?"

"I just want to be your submissive fuck toy, Sir. Please use or abuse me as you wish. I'll do and endure anything. Anything, Sir," I said imploringly.

"I want to use you anally, baby, but you haven't been washed in a week, and you haven't had an enema either. What if you dirty my cock?"

"I'll clean it, Master, ass to mouth, it's a privilege, Sir. Please take my asshole, don't be gentle."

He turned me over onto my stomach and ordered me to stick my arse out towards his cock. Next, I had to pull my arse cheeks wide apart. I felt like a total cunt.

Then I could already feel his cock against my sphincter muscles. Oh Goddess, it was so big and thick, now it was pushing into me without lubricant. Slowly but powerfully, I let out a loud groan, yes, tear me apart!

'I'll fuck your arse, you are disgusting, my smelly pig, now you'll get it like a whore" He was already extremely aroused, even though only about half of his cock was inside me. He penetrated deeper and deeper. He always did that. He wanted to go in all the way. Balls deep.

Instinctively, I began to play with my pussy, ahh, that was so good. It would be so hot if I could just come. "Keep your hands off your cunt," he ordered, "pull your nipples, torture yourself, you dirty slut. Stick out your tongue as far as you can. Show me exactly how you flick your tongue. Imagine that your whore's tongue is in my arse.

It made me so horny to be humiliated, he knew exactly what I needed. He was now inside me very deeply, almost tearing me apart, his balls beat rhythmically against my ass cheeks, I moaned, and he groaned, how divine!

"Aaahh, you little pig, you excite me so much, my little fuck toy. Tonight, you will suffer and bleed for me. Your toe, your tongue, ha! Do you belong to me, you fuck pig?"

"Yes Daddy, I'm yours, do whatever you want with me."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you dirty slut, for me to be your Daddy?"

"Yes Sir, my Daddy and Master, you own me. Please fuck me or torture me. Anything."

He thrust powerfully into me, pressing me into the bed. I could hardly breathe, still twirling my aching nipples and sticking out my tongue, which lapped up the sheet.

He gasped and uttered more obscenities. Something was building up, a powerful orgasm was coming, and he would soon unload deep inside me.

He slapped my ass cheeks as he thrust faster and faster, roaring like a bull, and then I felt his hot seed squirt. Hot, horny, I was highly aroused...close...now...please...but fuck no, I couldn't...I sobbed.

It was like being unable to sneeze, so frustrating, I wanted to burst into tears.

He had collapsed on top of me, I felt his full weight on me, his power, how fulfilling. I was nothing, worthless, the love for my master flooded over me again. He now withdrew from my arse. "Do the cleanup, slut."

I hurried to get his smeared cock between my lips. Oh Fuck, that smell. His cock tasted bitter, but I obeyed. Who was I to refuse. I sucked on it, caressing it with my tongue, swallowing, sucking, scrubbing, while his semen dripped out of my arse. I licked his cock clean and obediently swallowed everything down.

"Good girl," he murmured. His praise meant so much to me, I felt so much love for him and was grateful that he treated me the way I deserved.

Then he silently took me back to the cell. He was walking upright, grabbing my plaits with his hand, I was on all fours. I knew he hated it when I blabbed without being asked, so I kept quiet and looked at him lovingly.

In the cell, I was immediately pampered; my mouth, pussy and asshole had all been touched by the Master and were now highly coveted by my fellow sluts.

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An hour later, the key was turned, and we parted and took up position next to each other, on our knees and heads humbly bowed. The door opened and Master Roger entered. "Good morning bitches, your training is about to begin. Get up and follow me." As one, we said, "Good morning, Master Roger, have a nice day." We obediently trotted after him into the training room.

He made us run laps around the gym to warm up. "Slow down, not too fast at first." Our bare soles slapped against the hardwood floor, and we breathed faster.

I loved training, I needed the exercise, the effort, the sweating and the panting. It kept me slim and beautiful, desirable for the mistresses and masters. All four of us had slim, athletic bodies, even my mother, who was over 50.

Master Roger stood in the middle of the gym, a dog whip in one hand, a cattle prod in the other. He wore only black leather trousers, had a muscular body and looked good.

He whistled, and we increased the pace. I loved the sight of the naked asses of the runners. Three's big breasts bounced up and down. At sports my tiny tits were an advantage.

Warm-up is followed by interval training, then the cool-down phase again, etc., for at least an hour.

Our bodies glistened with sweat, everyone had given their best, and Master Roger didn't have to punish one of us. It was time for the exercises: plyo-jumps, squats, planks, lunges, push-ups, and burpees. We trained with dumbbells, the horizontal bar, kettlebells and the sandbag. All in the nude.

Master Roger was a professional trainer who had also provided us with drinking bottles. He kept telling us to drink in between. We were also allowed to use the bucket. It was normal for me to be naked in front of him and to relieve myself in front of him. I know it was always a great effort for my mother.

We were now in the third hour of training; obedience was on the agenda. Commands for dogs, obedience exercises. Like good bitches, we followed Roger's commands. Sit, heel, down, stay, stand, speak, down, search, touch.

We barked when he asked us to, lay on our backs in a humble posture, retrieved small rubber bones, and wiggled our stretched-out arses.

At the slightest inattention, he now used the whip. When Lucia and I unintentionally bumped into each other, we both had to go into the knee-to-ear position. Then he shocked our genitals extensively with the cattle prod, we screamed, but he didn't care.

The last part of the training was the endless repetition of the slave positions. There were twenty-four in all. He just said the numbers and we had to take the correct position. Woe betides us if we made a mistake or did not perform the position cleanly.

The transitions between the positions should also be executed aesthetically flawlessly. And smile your servile slave smiles, smile you whores!

When you are already tired in the head from the hard training, sometimes mistakes happen that make us pay with our asses. When we are completely spent, he orders us to the dance poles.

"Pole dance to finish, up to the ceiling, bitches". It never ceases to amaze me what you can squeeze from an exhausted body.

I loved pole dancing; you could show off your charms. Turn the audience on by rubbing your pussy against the pole. Master Roger turned on the appropriate music, and "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence sounded. I loved this song; the lyrics were so hot for a masochist slut like me.

"Now that I know what I'm without

You can't just leave me.

Breathe into me and make me real.

Bring me to life"

I clung to the pole, made love to the pole and humped my pussy against the pole, forgetting everything around me.

"Wake me up inside

Call my name and save me from the dark.

Bid my blood to run

Before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I've become.

Bring me to life"

If only I could come, I would squirt like a fountain, but unfortunately... my master's ban. Please Master bring me to life, I thought fucking the pole.

Master Roger always responded very well to these stimuli; I could see his erection in his leather trousers out of the corner of my eye. After training, he would demand sexual favours from us.

One of us pleasured his cock, the second his anus, the third his nipples and kissed him, while the last licked around his toes. We took turns and he was always so aroused that each of us got a load to swallow.

We were allowed to rest until the evening. Today we would not get any solid food, but after the hard training, we at least had protein shakes. We were snuggled up close together again, and I didn't mind the smell of our bodies. I fell asleep immediately from exhaustion.

Chapter 29 sequel, prequel

Hot stage show with surprises

Hours later I woke up to Master W and Mistress Rita coming to our cell. They were elegantly dressed; every strand of their hair was perfect, and they both smelled so fucking good.

While Mistress Rita put chains on us, Master W praised us for our slim bodies and our fit appearance. He told us that a TV crew had surprisingly turned up to film. We could be proud of being seen by more than just the audience in the hall. Our humiliation, our depravity and our suffering would inspire millions.

He looked at us intently, then snapped his fingers and spoke. "You may have an orgasm again from now on, I want you to come as much as possible. Give us a hot show up on stage."

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir," we stammered blissfully. We were chained so tightly together that we could only move forward by stumbling. So, the Duchess and her maid herded us up the stairs and across the hall.

I no longer even heard the numerous comments about our unwashed and smelly bodies. Yes, I was a fucking smelly whore, so what!

Of course, many acquaintances from our former lives were there. Lucia and I had university classmates, Three had fellow professors, and managers who had worked for Mom. They probably wanted to revel in our downfall.

Some of them might have envied us. Regardless, it had all become meaningless. We had found our true purpose.

When we finally made it onto the stage, we had to perform our incest show on the big bed.

The spotlights and cameras were pointed at us, as were many of the audience's eyes. Some of them were already involved in sex themselves. Above all, the mouths and tongues of the naked subs were eagerly at work. Finally, we were allowed to get started, we didn't waste much time kissing and fiddling.

Mummy pulled my face to her slit and I began to lick her eagerly. Mummy licked Three, who in turn licked Lucia, and Lucia licked me. Love is a fucking ring of fire. Oh my God, how horny and turned on I was, Lucia's tongue did me so much good and I loved Mummy's spicy pussy juices so much.

Soon we were shuddering, moaning and gasping while our tongues and hands were at work. Our entwined bodies made the futon shake, and I had my first orgasm, oh thank you, sweet Lucia, fucking whore.

I heard my muffled cries, muffled because my tongue was deep inside Mummy's cunt. I slurped as much of her juice as possible, fuck I loved her taste.

Mistress Lisa's orders excited me, licking assholes on command, then French kissing, how degrading. Then she ordered us to reach a climax with a time limit. I loved Mistress Lisa and would do anything for her. Of course, I came for her, screaming and squirting like a whore.

Then she ordered us to line up next to the futon. My God, the TV camera was pointed at us, millions saw me naked, dirty and with my Mommy's pussy juices in my face. They now knew that I was an incestuous slut, a three-holed whore, a pain-slut. Shit, I would have loved to rub my pussy with sheer lust.

When it was my turn to introduce myself, I had a total blackout. I just stammered: "Hello, I'm Martina... a slave who can be used in all holes... You can whip me if you feel like it...My g-g-goal is to become the best and most skilful whore to make you feel good."