The Pain Slut

The Pain Slut Part 11

Chapter 31

Blind obedience

"Master, we have a problem with Emily; she turned down a client."

Rita and I were lying on the bed, cuddled up together. Naked and sweaty from our lovemaking. There was a smell of sex in the air. I gently stroked her cheek; she looked at me with unfathomable eyes.

"Let me guess," I said, "the professor, her ex-husband, Robert?

The father of her three daughters, who was abusing all three of them?

I'm not surprised she has a problem with him."

"Master, she is a slave, a toy of lust. She chose this path herself. Nothing is worse than a pigheaded slave."

You mean, then you might as well be married to her, right?" I laughed.

"You don't take anything seriously, Sir," Rita pouted and playfully pinched my left nipple. That always worked, my cock got hard again.

"But at least your cock is showing me respect again."

"Do you mean we'll pick up where we left off? Rita, we've done the whole Kama Sutra for today."

"Come on, Sir, I'm a nympho, you must have some imagination, surely? Please use my tight back door this time, and we'll experience every position, new and exciting."

"You want it up your ass, you little slut? Come on and beg me!"

"Please Daddy, I want it in my dirty hole, please fuck my tight ass, oh please Daddy." Her little girl's voice, feigning naivety, drove me on.

While I was stuck in her tight hole and felt the soft skin of her shapely buttocks against my thighs, she turned her head to look into my eyes. Sighing and moaning and pressing her body against me.

Rita was without doubt the best little whore, a concentrated load of beauty, love and hot sex. The song text from Cro's Dream 'You are beautiful and dangerously clever' always comes to my mind.

I loved her as much as my ex-wife, Ines, but in a different way.

I had trained Ines to be slavishly obedient, even given her a new name: Three - the three hole slut. I had modified her mind and body. Fake tits, rings in her labia, tongue and nipple piercing, a branding in her ass crack.

Three's body was the perfect sex toy. All holes now perfectly usable, anal and oral balls deep. She was trained to orgasm through pain, but only when she was given permission.

Ines, alias Three, was the perfect submissive.

The final humiliation had been her coming out. The former child prodigy and university professor was now a dumb whore in a slave brothel. There she was regularly on stage with her mother and her two younger sisters, where they had to lick each other's pussies and assholes.

The enslavement of her mother, Emily, former CEO and high-flyer, was the icing on the cake. Emily even had my initials burned into her labia. In a show for her former colleagues and other members of high society, she got branded with the letters M and W for Master Double-u, left and right.

The hot iron tormented her soft flesh for six endless seconds, the time to think 'One, thank you Sir, two, thank you Sir, three, thank you Sir.' During the entire painful procedure, in which she even lost consciousness, my cock was stuck in her asshole, and I came again and again when I felt her twitching, heard her screaming and kissed her tears away. Yes, Emily had endured the worst pain of all my pain cunts so far.

"You're thinking about your slave family again, aren't you, Master? You have that cruel look on your face. Are you burning Emily's cunt again in your mind?"

Damn, Rita knew me inside out. "You're sparing your pussy from me dear Rita. No piercing in your clit, no branding of the labia, no wonder a man would have an affair."

"You mean a cruel bastard like you, Master," Rita whispered, digging her nails into my skin. "You can fuck me, but you will never burn me, Sir"

"Sorry to hear this, honey, a witch like you would burn like tinder, how can you deprive me of this show?"

"Never mind, Sir, because you're not only cheating on your soulmate with a 50-year-old mother but you're also fucking her three daughters. What a family man!" She sang the next words to me in her smoky voice, to the tune of a well-known song from the movie 'The Deer Hunter':

"But I am at your beck and call,

even though you have no conscience at all.

Cause your cock feels so good to me,

Aaahh, I will never let it go free

It will stay inside forever in me."

"You're right, Rita, about my cock and me. I'm a terrible man, but I'm not completely without conscience. The use of the brainwashing chip still weighs heavily on me. "We saved Three and Martina from their father, but we also unintentionally enslaved all four women."

This conversation turned us both on indescribably, my thrusts became more and more intense, and she came towards me with her arse.

"Nonsense," Rita snapped, "Three was already your slave, and you could have wrapped the others around your little finger with your charm.

"Ahhhhhh, your thick cock feels so good, give it to me harder."

But she wanted to make her point and continued the conversation. "And later, they all voluntarily chose to get the chip to control their orgasm. Besides, they're happy with it, living their lives on their knees and serving, being used. Being abused, being mistreated. Ahhhhhh, I'm so close..."

She writhed and wiggled her little ass around. I could feel her tight asshole so well, we had already tried most positions and were both sweating from the effort.

She exuded a musky pussy smell. Now she was sitting on me and leaned forward to kiss me, her tongue playing in my mouth, her fingers playing with my nipples. The little slut wanted it. I hammered into this hot woman's body, she was mine.

Everything turned purple, then black. I screamed, she screamed, we exploded. I came in her ass, a huge load, she squirted on my stomach.

"Shoot it all inside me," she moaned, "I love you, Master."

When we had caught our breath, we resumed our conversation. "How did you react to Emily's refusal?" I asked her.

"I gave her a few hard blows with the cane, just to show her ex-husband that we mean business.

Then I locked her in the hole and urged her to reconsider her attitude. I reminded her that the ultimate punishment for disobedience would be expulsion and that she would have to leave the Manor. She's been in the hole for more than five hours now."

"You are a cruel bitch, Rita. The hole is narrow, cold and dark, poor Emily."

"Yes, I know, " she said with a satisfied expression, "and separated from her girls, the ultimate punishment for her."

"It's ironic that she punished her ex-husband so harshly and banished him from the girls' lives when she found out about the abuse. Now she's in an incestuous relationship with them herself."

"Yes, but now they're definitely of age, which they probably weren't with the professor."

"No one knows Rita; the girls always claimed they were 18 when he started 'making love' to them."

Rita rolled her eyes; all she said was: "Bullshit".

"You are probably right; I think they're protecting him. What did he want now from Emily anyway? She's much too old for him, isn't she? She said he didn't touch her after the two younger girls were born."

"Well, she would only have been used as a clean-up whore for his daughters and him. Licking his semen and urine out of their holes and stuff...a matter of power, not sex, you know."

"These are normal practices for a slave-whore, so I don't understand her; she usually likes to lick her girls so much. Come on, let's free her and question her."

"I'll take the cattle prod, " said Rita, and the cane."

In the dungeon, with a screeching noise, the steel door swung open. "Get out, whore," ordered Rita. Emily blinked and crawled out of her crouched position through the narrow opening.

Blue and trembling with cold, stiff and tearful, she presented a magnificent picture of misery. Messy hair and ruined makeup, stinking of her piss. She threw herself at our feet, her teeth chattering from the cold and pain, and tried to stammer apologies.

"I am deeply disappointed in you, Emily. You are embarrassing me in front of my ex-father-in-law. You, the last and least of all my whores? Why should we not kick you out?"

"Please, Sir," she cried, tears streaming down her face. She sighed heavily. "I am so sorry. I understand now. I swear I will obey... anything... but please don't cast me out, dear Sir. I'm so sorry..."

"Your Masters and Mistresses are gods to you, Emily, you are nothing but tits and three holes, you only live for our entertainment and satisfaction, do you understand that stupid whore? This was Rita. "You should be punished with red-hot pokers in your slutty holes."

More tears and sobbing, she knelt in a slave position with her arse pushed up. She didn't dare look at us.

"Anything, Mistress Rita, Master Double-u, I will endure any punishment, but please don't reject me, please..."

I liked her submission, and so did my cock. My initials on her labia were no longer glowing an angry red but had darkened. Also, the labia themselves seemed darker than before. I would be sorry to lose this beautiful and submissive sex toy.

Rita had an idea: "Why don't we let your ex-husband decide? If he forgives you, everything will be fine again, and you'll get a second chance." Emily looked horrified and hopeless.

"Ask him properly, Emily. Overcome your pride and negative attitude towards him, forgive him and submit to him unconditionally. Maybe he will forgive you"

Rita had gone looking for the professor. He was still in the house, sitting in the smoking room with a glass of cognac and a cigar. When he came in with Rita, he was in a great mood. "So, the whore wants to apologise, let's see."

"First, I have to apologise for Emily's behaviour, Robert," I said,

" and to guarantee she'll be in the right mood to beg, she'll get her cunt caned. Emily, get on your back, spread your legs and pull your labia apart." She obeyed immediately, now she held eye contact, her green eyes shimmering, her cheeks still streaked with tears.

Rita handed me the cane, and I grabbed it and swung it through the air a few times. Emily flinched involuntarily and looked frightened but kept her cunt spread. Then I opened my fly and my cock sprang out. She should see that she had to endure beatings for my lust.

The professor did the same, and his erection was every bit as impressive as mine. The old son of a bitch had a real horse cock that reacted to women's tears. Then I struck, and Emily screamed and cried. She was shaking all over. "What do you have to say to me, Emily?" He leaned over his ex.

"I... I beg your forgiveness, dear Master Robert. I'm sorry I rejected you and mistreated you. I didn't know better and thought I had to protect the girls from you..."

"You ruined everything, you stupid bitch, my girls loved me, they wanted me. They suffered just as much from the breakup as I did."

I had to think of his mastery of the art of mind control, how he had manipulated the girls and punished them on their bare bottoms for his pleasure. And much more. He was no angel, that was for sure.

Emily, with a pleading, tear-choked voice, said, "I know Master Robert, and I would love to undo it, but I can't. Now I know better, and I am so incredibly sorry."

"You felt morally superior and condemned me for my love for my daughters. Now you're doing it in public with my girls." He turned to me in anger. "Please give that stupid bitch another blow."

I handed him the cane without saying a word. Emily looked at him imploringly and whispered, "This is the punishment for my stupid pride, thank you, Master." Then she cried out; he had struck her. It would

leave a scar. It would hurt for weeks. She cried and begged for forgiveness repeatedly.

"She's your slave, ex-son-in-law, fuck her please. For me, she's much too old. Men like me need younger girls. But I want her to get a painful fuck now."

Meanwhile, Emily's younger daughters Lucia and Martina had been led in by Rita. A customer still occupied the lovely Three.

Rita led them to the professor on dog collars, and he waved his hard cock at them. "Come here, I need fresh meat, the old whore stinks."

Emily was allowed to pleasure my cock with her mouth before I fucked her sore cunt. That way, she could provide lubrication. I was proud of how well I took care of my slaves.

The two of them beamed at their father and me and stared eagerly at our erections. Both stunningly beautiful, skinny blonde Martina, a seductive child-woman, and black-haired beauty Lucia, Emily's younger doppelganger. They paid no attention to Emily's crying and ignored their visibly suffering mother. Being beaten and suffering was the most normal thing in the world for them. In the meantime, Emily was devotedly sucking my cock.

"Oh Daddy, please give me your wonderful cock," Martina slid towards her father on her knees.

"Come here, little whore, and you, Lucia, pull my arse cheeks apart and service me from behind. He wrinkled his nose exaggeratedly. "And by the way, you smell like bitches in heat, my little piggies."

The professor moaned with pleasure as the nimble tongues went to work.

Emily, Three, Lucia and Martina had been in the cell together for five days, and the no-orgasm spell was in full effect. This was thanks to the mind control chips implanted in their ears.

Perfidiously, we put libido-enhancing hormones in their food to make the orgasm ban unbearable for them. They couldn't have an orgasm, even if they tried all day long.

This time, the preparation for the next stage performance was to last fourteen days. An annoying long time for these horny sluts. However, our customers could use them anytime.

To ensure they remained in peak physical condition, the women were subjected to four hours of rigorous obedience training every day, which left them utterly exhausted.

All to break their pride and impress upon them their status as slaves. Naked, stinking, tired whores, horny but unfulfilled, lying on straw in the cell, available at any time for the most perverted desires of the customers. Their fate was annoying and at the same time insanely exciting for them.

Their incestuous yearning burned within them, a side effect of the brain chip, and they writhed and licked each other's dirty crevices without ever finding relief.

The professor had told us he had been a customer at one of the Daddy Houses, but then he noticed us. He had recognised his ex-wife and his three daughters on the TV broadcast. Therefore, he was sitting in the audience at the last show.

He was thrilled by the rituals and performances in Rita's Mansion and had stepped in for the arrested Saif at our last stage show.

As a doctor and psychologist, he was able to perform procedures such as branding and cutting the tongue tie with the necessary care. The audience loved his performance as Dr. Mabuse, the daughter fucker.

All other attractions, such as Lisa, the blonde dominatrix, Rita's deputy, who was responsible for piercings, were overshadowed.

We had to disappoint the audience anyway: Cutting off the little toes, a performance called the pig's toes, was unfortunately forbidden and couldn't go on stage.

The few female slaves already being treated before the ban now wore the little golden pig instead of their natural toes with extra pride.

I knew that the Daddy House association tried to take a case to the highest court, arguing that the amputation was medically necessary for psychological reasons analogous to the arguments at the sex changes.

While I was lost in all these thoughts, Emily sucked my cock, and Rita had handed Robert and me cigars and given us fire. Then she stripped naked and knelt behind me to provide me with the same attention Robert was receiving from Lucia.

That was life! Women on their knees, serving. Nimble tongues, submissive eyes, soft voices only saying Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.

Rita's warm wet tongue in my butt crack felt so good, Emily was also trying hard, she had my cock in her throat and tears in her eyes. Arms crossed behind her back, kneeling upright and submissively. Apart from the gagging noises, you would have thought she was enjoying it; she was so into it. Anything was better than a cock in her sore cunt, she probably thought.

But that was still to come, she wasn't going to be spared. I was looking forward to inflicting pain on her during this intimate act and enjoying the greatest pleasure myself. Despite the agony, she would get horny, ready to orgasm, already trembling with anticipation, but then be pulled back by the chip at the last second, just before reaching the peak. On the other hand, I would enjoy her signs of frustration and the expression on her face that would show her feeling of failure.

"Now lie on your back, Emily, and beg me to fuck you. But do it like it matters to you. Like it's the most important thing in your whole slutty life.

She spread her legs, stretched her arms out towards me and begged, "Oh please, Sir, fuck this unworthy slave, fuck my greedy cunt, please, I need your cock so badly." I positioned myself and slowly penetrated her deeply. She screamed in pain, bleeding as my cock scraped hard against her scar.

She pressed her magnificent breasts against me, tears running down her face, and I felt her heat deep inside her. She kissed my face and moaned and stammered with thanks. "You hurt me so good with your big fat cock, Sir. Please fuck your filthy whore hard."

From behind, it was Rita's tongue again, tenderly licking my arse and driving me wild.

The professor now had his cock in Martina's tight arsehole and was pumping wildly into her, panting and sweating. She screamed as if she were being impaled,

"Yes, Daddy, give it to me, fuck me, harder, harder." Lucia hugged her father and stuck her tongue in his mouth. She played with his nipples. The trio became wilder and louder, and Robert finally came inside his youngest daughter.

Lucia rubbed Martina's slit, bringing her very close to the edge. She screamed, "I can feel you so good, so deep, oh Daddy, thank you for your hot juice, oh shit, shit it doesn't work. I can't cum, oh no..." Robert pulled out and ordered Martina to squeeze her ass to keep his semen inside.

"This is for your slutty mother, she should swallow every drop of it."

Martina obeyed and climbed onto Emily's face, positioning her cute ass directly over her mother's mouth. "Emily! Keep your mouth wide open," I ordered her, "Martina! Spread your ass cheeks, let go, feed her with jizz."

I saw the horny scene in close-up; the semen ran from Martina's arse directly into Emily's mouth. She squeezed the last drops out of herself. "Does Daddy taste good, ha, are you enjoying it, mummy whore?"

Lucia shouted jubilantly. "You'll get something from me too; Daddy is pissing in my cunt right now. Ahhhhhh, that's hot, so hot and humiliating."

The girls now switched places on Emily's face, and I ordered her again to keep her mouth open. The professor laughed. "I've always wanted to do this to you, you arrogant whore. Smell and taste my urine mixed with your daughter's cunt juices. You're such a depraved bitch, Emily."

Lucia let the piss run out of her slit and into Emily's mouth. I rammed my cock harder into her sore pussy, she yelped and swallowed a gush of piss. "Lick me clean, Mummy," Lucia ordered, rotating her slit relish fully on Emily's face.

Moaning and sobbing, Emily obediently complied. She was in severe pain in her cunt and endured every humiliation so willingly that it turned me on indescribably. Rita noticed my arousal and stroked my shoulder tenderly,

"Sir, please come in my mouth, that would be the best reward for me, oh, please, please."

"Okay, and then Emily will be released?" I asked.

"No Sir, the professor should continue fucking her painfully." Rita grabbed his cock and pulled him closer. I let go of Emily and made room for the old bastard.