Brain Wipe Pt 02

I've been told to finish this so here goes. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended, I am the sole originator of this story, and any mistakes are of my own doing. This story may not be reproduced, copied or retransmitted in any way known or unknown without the authors permission. If you like what you read, please be sure to like, follow, vote and comment below. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and have a Happy New Year, be careful out there and please don't drink and drive.

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They say that you can't smell fear, well in this modern age of course we can't. We cover out bodies with smells and deodorants, perfumes and colognes, body washes and sprays all to mask what we really smell like lest we offend. Bah, fuck that shit, I could smell my slave, and she reeked of fear, I could tell it from her body language and the way she tried to hide from me. Not that she could hide for long that is, like all well trained slaves she had a need a burning desire to be near me and to please me without question. To long away from me and she was like a junky without its fix, a shivering wreck.

I'd had her 11 months now and, in that time, I'd burned out every thought or inkling of a thought of freedom within her tiny brain. Her only desire now was to please me and obey my commands, seeing how that for 7 years she made my life a living hell in Jr high and High school. It had taken me several years to set this up including a few stints in the military where Uncle Sam had taught me many things, including how to cover my tracks.

I turned into my den and found her in her basket like the good dog that she now was, I'd stripped her of everything, even her human name and given her a cute dogs name, the kind that a young kid would. Bubbles.

'Bubbles baby, come my pretty puppy, Master has a nice cock for you to suck.' I called to her as I sat on the couch and opened my jeans then fished my cock out. She rolled to her belly then got on her elbows and knees and crawled over and opened her mouth as wide as she could and whimpered for me to throat fuck her. I caressed her skintight latex covered head and body like I would any other pet, her lower arms and legs were doubled up against her upper arms and thighs thus forcing her to 'walk' on her knees and elbows. Pads at those points helped to prevent injury after all she was going to be like this for a very long time.

She was 31 now and I figured she owed me a few years after all the crap she pulled while in school. I had never really paid that much attention to her, hell I barely even looked at her or her so called beauty I was too busy learning and that bothered her. She convinced a few of the bigger guys that I'd been picking on her and they came and beat me up. This went on for the next 4 years every so often they'd come and beat the crap out of me and walk away laughing.

It all came to a head in my Junior year of High school, some friends of my father, who had been teaching me to fight, and after a few years of learning, during which time the clowns thought they just had a punching bag. They caught me in the shower after gym one day and thought they could bum rush me.

Let's just say that they went to the hospital, and I went to the clinic to have a cast put on my hand. Yeah, I was out for 3 days for fighting but they were out for nearly a month, broken ribs, broken jaws, skull fractures, very sore balls, missing teeth. Yeah, I did a number on them, and it sent a message.

Fuck with me now at your own peril.

It took a few more object lessons for the message to really sink in but by my Senior year people generally left me alone which was just fine with me once I was out of here, I planned to never see these people ever again.

Bubbles placed her front pads on my leg and slid my semi hard cock into her mouth and started laving the underside of my cock with her pretty pink tongue bringing me to fell hardness. She'd spent a few months with a spider gag in her mouth until she learned not to try to nip or bite me, she quickly learned that every negative action was punished by me severally and receiving nothing but water to eat or drink for several days really sucked.

'Yes, good puppy, suck Masters cock bubbles and you'll get your hot sweet treat.' I told her and felt her open her mouth again then the head of my cock bump against the opening to her throat then slide in. She pressed her nose against my lower abdomen then stuck her tongue out and licked my nut sack like the slut she was. I just sat back and caressed her bald head that resided under the latex. 'Good little fuck slut bubbles.'

She'd always been rather vain about her hair and would tell the other girls in her little click about how much she spent on her long flowing blonde locks. Let's put it this way, when I stripped and shaved her smooth, the curtains and rugs didn't match. She had screamed at me about all the things she'd have done to me and how she'd enjoy watching me rot in prison.

I'd simply laughed then showed her the news article about how she'd been killed when her vehicle had run off the road and into the Mississippi River and been lost during the spring flood. As far as the world was concerned, she was dead, they'd even had a nice service, with many a crocodile tear being shed by all. All except me that is.

I had been adding fertility drugs to her water and food and planned to breed her like the mutt she'd always been. This would be the last time I'd allow her to suck me off, from here on in the only time I would allow her to suck me would be to get me hard before I fucked her cunt hole and after I'd spilled my seed into her guts to clean me off.

'Just think bubbles soon you'll be whelping puppies for your Master and each little bitch will end up just like you, a brainless little fuck slut.' I told her as she looked up at me with a puzzled look in her eyes. 'Any male pups will learn from their Sire that sluts like you are to be captured, tamed, broken and turned into obedient fuck hole slaves. I figure you own me about 35 years of servitude slave, by that time you'll remember nothing else and will want only to serve your Master. No one will remember your name or who you were, this is your existence slave, I own you and I'm going to keep you.'

I grabbed her head and started throat fucking her not even caring how deep or if she was even getting any air in or out of her lungs. Until I busted a nut in her guts, she was my flesh light, and I was going to use her hard. I stood up and her front paws waved in the air as she tried to hold on or get loose, I really didn't know what she was trying to do but I had no plans to turn her loose until after I finished using her mouth and throat.

I finally shoved my cock down her throat and pumped her belly full of my man cream, I could feel her body twitching as it fought to get any air into it. I let her drop to the floor and heard her gag in several great gulps of air and finally saw her eyes flutter open, the whites were blood shot, and she looked around as if trying to figure out where and what had happened. I watched her start crying from, I think, a combination of relief that she was still alive and fear of what I might do next to her.

It was after 7pm when my guest finally arrived, earlier I had taken my mutt to the bathroom and removed her latex suit, washed and shaved her body then put a special lotion on her to help protect her skin. I had flushed out her guts and replaced the old suit with a fresh one, the one she had worn would be washed, dried and hung up to be placed on her in a few weeks when she was bathed again.

'Susan good to see you, and I see you brought him excellent,' I said as a large man followed her in. Susan was 4'5" and around 95 pounds soaking wet the man that followed her was easily 6'8" or better and well over 300 pounds. She always did have a thing for big men. He was dressed in leather chaps and boots and had a chastity cage around his large cock to which a leash had been attached.

'John this is Bull the one I've been telling you about, he more than lives up to his name let me tell you.' She said with a smirk on her face then winked. I lead them into the living room where bubbles awaited us on a large pad. 'Bubbles someone is here to play with you.' I said and turned to him, even though my tone was civil, and I had a smile on my face I knew my eyes were harder than steel.

'You have been informed as to what you may and may not touch on my slave correct Bull?' I asked. 'Yes Sir.' He quickly answered and I just smiled some more. 'Good then I won't have to worry about ending you from 2 zip codes away, will I.' I said casually. 'No Sir.' He replied and glanced over at his Mistress. 'Bull look at me.' I said and his eyes locked onto mine. 'She will not be able to save you if I think you disobeyed us, it'll just happen, and you'll be gone. Understand.' I whispered. He nodded his head still looking at my cold eyes. 'Good, then I leave it to your Mistress to release you and we can have an enjoyable show.' I said and walked over to the couch and sat down, Susan quickly freed him then joined me and clapped her hands.

I heard bull grunt one more time as he pumped his cum into bubbles ass for was it the 3rd or 4th time, not to mention having cum down her throat 2 or 3 time also, he was a bull. Susan and my clothes were scattered around as we both lay on the couch naked and sated after pumping 2 loads of cum into her tight pussy and making her cum around 20 times by various means.

He rolled off of her and flopped to his back as bubbles just lay there twitching unable to even scream or moan any more. I had enjoyed watching him ravage her body and listen to her screams as he pinched her nipples and fucked her mouth and ass, she was covered in sweat and cum. Her body and mind were truly destroyed as Susan finally got up and placed the cage around his deflated cock and locked it closed.

She flopped down next to me, and I started to tease her nipples knowing what that would do to her. I had promised her a good fucking and a good ass beating afterwards.

The first part was done now it was time for the second part, I dragged her to my dungeon and hung her from her wrists and cranked her up until just her toes were touching the floor. I grabbed an oar paddle that I had found at a resale shop and gripped the handle and took a few air swings to test it out. 'This will not be over quickly, please feel free to scream all you want, I'm going to enjoy listening to you beg for me to stop and then for more.' I told her then swung for the center field fence.

The crack of wood meeting taut ass muscle was sublime, the screech of pain that came from her mouth was equally superb. 'YOU SON OF A FUCKING B...' She started and was then cut off by my second swing. I started a steady swing rhythm which was followed by more screams of pain and threats of dismemberment. After the 30th or 35th swat she started moaning like a cheap whore, with the 50th swat she screamed and gushed.

Susan had always been a pain whore and from time to time needed to be beaten to remind her where she had started and could return to at the discretion of her Master and Owner. Most had no idea who that person was, and she knew that even a whisper of who it might be could put her back into a collar and on her knees. Mind you I always enjoyed her in that position and wouldn't mind having her right back there again.

It had now been 27 years now and I was sitting with my 2 oldest boys as we were being serviced by our slaved, bubbled had my cock down her throat, my boys were also face fucking their own slaves that they had taken and broken once they had reached the age of 18. both had done a time in the military to earn the right to call themselves veterans. I had made bubbles give me 6 children before I'd had the doctor tie her tubes.

She no longer wore her latex suit but the years of wearing it had trained her body to keep her to her hands and knees, years ago I had taken a picture of her gravestone then showed it to her. She had stared at it cocking her head from side to side as if trying to put a picture with a name. I truthfully believed she no longer remembered who or what she once was, to her, her life now revolved around me and my desires and always had.

I'd allowed her to regrow her hair that never was blonde, but a light brown and I kept it short for ease of styling and cleanliness. I figured another 8 years, and she could go free if she so chose to, she'd never leave me I was all she knew and ever would know until the day she passed.

And here I end this story, I hope you enjoyed reading it and some of the other stores that I've written. Remember to like, follow, vote and comment bellow and to be careful out there.