The Wild Wiced West

The Wild, Wicked West

Stolen Brides and Modern Slavery

Part 2: The Machinist

Chapter 6 - Puppy Whore's First Throat Fucking

This is not a nice story. On the scale of reluctance to non-consent, this is way on the non-con side of things. But, this is imaginary. Fantasy born of a twisted imagination. In no way do I condone or support this kind of violence against women. In real life, kink should be explored with mutual consent, always.

There will be a lot of penetrative sex--oral, vaginal, and anal--and it will be against the will of the female participant. There will be other terrible things that I haven't written yet so I can't warn you about specifically, but they may include other things done in a non-consensual capacity, like mental and physical conditioning, body modifications, fisting, use of machinery, restraints and bondage, psychosis, physical abuse and violence, and more. I know people don't read or trust tags, so this is your fair warning.

If you don't like that kind of thing and you read this anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and assume that has more to do with you than with me.

-MP

~ Shelby ~

"No!" Nina admonished.

Shelby felt a sharp jolt of electricity through her nipples and she hissed in pain, doubling over slightly.

"I already showed you position one, like, three times, you stupid pup. You can't even get the first position right?" Nina's face was a mask of disgust as she watched Shelby writhe against the electric shock. "Stupid and weak. You can't even take anything past level four on this without crying."

Panting as the pain abated, Shelby closed her eyes and kept her head down. Nina was just as sadistic as every other person she'd met in this fucked up place. Even pregnant, held captive, and abused the same way, Nina had no mercy for Shelby. In fact, it was possible she was worse. Shelby had learned the hard way not to direct her angry glares at the woman. The soft underside of her arm was riddled with bruises and hot red pinch marks, and her asshole was still burning from the dish detergent enema that had been the escalation after pinching hadn't been enough.

"What did I do wrong?" Shelby asked, wincing as the device stuck to her nipples dulled back down. It almost hurt worse than the shocks--the anticipation.

"Your palms are supposed to be face up," Nina sneered.

Shelby looked down and flipped her hands over. The carabiners attached to the cuff on each wrist jangled with the movement. She could picture herself as she knelt, knees apart so her pussy was visible through her legs, head held down subserviently, palms up and resting on her thighs. She hadn't earned clothes yet, so the only skin that was covered was done so by something meant to control her--wrist cuffs, a thick collar, ankle cuffs, and the little butterfly-shaped sticky pads on her nipples. She'd gotten over the modesty at her nudity around the other woman sometime after Nina had shaved her pussy for her while she'd been restrained.

"That's better, I guess," Nina said. She reached up to wipe a lock of greasy black hair out of her eyes and Shelby watched the movement, wary for another backhand. Nina no longer wore the cuffs, but they'd made their permanent mark, darkening the skin around her wrists. "I know you're just a dumb puppy, but try to remember it this time."

Shelby swallowed, trying to commit it to memory. Position one--kneeling, legs apart, head down, palms up, hands on thighs. She was a smart girl, but every possible uncomfortable physical ailment was distracting her focus. She was hungry, tired, thirsty, and in near constant pain. And, though she barely let herself even think of this, the nipple stimulation--while painful--had created some stirrings of need deep in her gut.

"Position two," Nina ordered.

Shelby moved after a brief pause. Position two was just a forward movement from position one. She leaned forward, resting her forehead in the middle of the triangle of her hands created on the floor. It would have been almost relaxing, if it didn't press her nose to the grit on the kitchen floor. She tensed, feeling the stinging in her nipples, but it stayed at the low setting.

"Fine," Nina huffed, sounding bored.

Shelby ground her jaw. If it was fine, why was she getting the low-level nipple shocks? She didn't say anything; just bit her tongue. The Master wanted her to learn the four positions, so she would. After the machine, she knew now that he was as creative as he was vicious and she had no desire to know what else he'd subject her to if she was uncooperative again.

"Three," Nina said.

Shelby leaned forward so she could slide her knees back and lifted her ass up. With her head still down, she felt the cold bite of the hard floor into her knees and the light breeze against her pussy made her face flame. She was wet, and even just a little was just... so fucked up.

"Legs wider! Arch your back."

Shelby cried out against the pain in her nipples, trying not to snap her legs closed so Nina wouldn't see the gathering moisture there. Trembling, she parted them wider, causing her hips to sink down and her chest to drop to the floor.

"Please, no more," she whimpered. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, even when the device was turned down, and now that they were pressed into the ground, there was simply no escape from the sensation.

Nina just scoffed. "No one told you to speak, puppy. Position four. Present yourself."

"I c-cant, not while it's--" Shelby began, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she rocked on her torso, trying to bring her arms behind her. It put all her weight on her breasts, and the stabbing pain in her nipples was making her whole body shake.

"Master hates a weak whore," Nina taunted, sounding almost pleased. She turned down the dial, leaving it at the lowest setting. "Now present that ugly bitch pussy."

With hands that trembled, she reached back and laid her fingers on both sides of her pussy lips that were barely concealing her holes from this position. Her cheek was wet from tears where it pressed into the ground and she knew she was getting dirt all over her face when she turned to rest on her forehead. But she didn't want to see Nina's sneer in her peripherals as she tugged her lower lips open. It made an obscene sucking noise at the air as the wet skin parted and she felt the cool air dance across her abused asshole, almost soothing it.

"Ugh, that is so pathetic. I can't believe you're wet right now," Nina derided. "Master hates a greedy puppy."

Master hated everything about Shelby, according to Nina. It would have almost been a relief, if not for the fact that she suspected Nina only told her this because she wanted to keep her Master to herself. As if Shelby wanted Master to like her. As if Shelby cared that Nina wanted to make her think her pussy was ugly. As if Shelby could help how she reacted to pain--shrinking from it at times, and turned on at others.

"Wag," Nina ordered.

Not moving her hands, Shelby moved her ass side to side. Then bit her lip against a cry as the pain in her nipples returned.

"Is that how a dog wags its tail when it sees its Master? Of course not. Try again. Imagine you have a tail, because we've got some for you. They go right in here," Nina said.

Suddenly Shelby felt something cold and blunt against her asshole. And... sharp? She looked, and saw that Nina's leg was raised and she was pressing her big toe against the tender hole. She realized the sharpness was an uncut toenail. Quickly, before Nina could get her toe inside, Shelby started wagging her ass side to side with much more exaggerated movements.

Nina laughed and dropped her leg. "That's better. Now, what do you do if Master says three?"

Shelby started in neutral, then moved through the first two positions again, ending with her ass in the air, her back arched and legs wide. At Nina's bored nod, Shelby got back to her knees.

"Show me open." Shelby dutifully opened her mouth. "Show me hands." Shelby held out her wrists in front of her, holding her hands next to each other as if in display. "Show me tits." Shelby locked her hands behind her head, thrusting out her chest. Her tits bounced a little as she completed the movement quickly, causing the cords attached to the electric pads to jostle against her stomach.

Nina stared at her tits for a second, her lip curling. Shelby inhaled through her nose, anticipating the shock that didn't come. Nina hated how perky Shelby's breasts were, Shelby knew. Heavily pregnant as she was, Nina's breasts likely would never reclaim the uprightness of youth. Shelby was a little surprised she wasn't being punished just for having nice tits, until she heard the deep voice behind her.

"Position three."

Shelby's face burned and she closed her eyes. She knew she shouldn't turn around, she should just listen and do. Her first official command from Master.

She sunk back down to her knees, briefly assuming the first two positions long enough to show she knew them, then lifted her ass. In the silence, she knew he was looking at her, and she felt more than just the burning hatred. She burned in so many other ways--agonizing humiliation, and a hint of something far worse. The arousal was the worst type of shame. Knowing she'd done what he said without question hurt her pride, but knowing her body was getting even a little excited by this man who wanted to do such terrible things to her... well, that was a new low. She didn't want to think about that.

"One," he said.

Shelby felt a wave of relief that he hadn't made her present herself. She rose onto her knees. When she heard his footsteps, she shut her eyes--an absurdly childish hide-and-seek impulse. Something light brushed across her skin, coming around her neck. It clicked into place, then hung heavily as he stepped away.

"Got you your puppy collar. Now, don't go thinking this is a regular dog collar, the perimeter is set to extra strength. It'll feel like getting tased if you try to cross."

Shelby almost choked on a sharp intake of air. The collar itself was tight enough that the prongs dug into her skin at the nape of her neck, wide and stiff enough that she couldn't twist them away, and locked with a padlock in the back. She whimpered.

"It's got a training setting that's not quite so bad, though. See?"

He must have pressed the button, because a sharp jolt burned the skin at the back of her neck. She yelped, reaching up to the collar, but unable to move it away far enough not to feel the electricity.

His dark chuckle sent shivers across her bare skin. "Don't worry. I keep this remote. My slut can't be trusted to be that good, can you?" he asked Nina, petting her hair affectionately.

Nina smiled, and ducked her head, not saying anything. She went over to Shelby and peeled the butterfly stickers from her nipples, wound the cord around the device and placed it on the counter.

Master walked around Shelby to take his seat at the head of the table. From his position, he could still see her on the floor. She knew not to move without permission. Nina, on the other hand, was flitting around the kitchen, grabbing things out of cabinets and pulling the meal she'd made from the oven. While she worked to get Master his dinner, he eyed Shelby appraisingly.

"You really are a pretty bitch, ain't ya."

Shelby nearly winced, even though his praise did things to her sense of self-pride that she didn't want to think about. All that really mattered was that Nina wasn't going to like that.

"Guess you've got enough training and consequences now to learn some more rules. When I'm sittin' here, your face should be in my lap. My dick is in your mouth at all times when I'm in this chair, got it? Get over here."

The growl of his voice made her jump, and she felt hot shame wash over her as the order sent another shot of arousal to her pussy. She crawled, slowly, arching her back like Nina had made her practice. Her knees were already red and bruised from the hard wood floors, so each movement sent a fresh wave of sharp sensation that cut through the dull ache.

When she reached his chair under the table, she saw that he wasn't hard, and Shelby nearly hesitated in her confusion. Did he want her to...

He anticipated her lack of understanding. "Whatcha waitin' for? Use your mouth. Get me hard."

Swallowing, she leaned forward and placed her hands on his fly. When she pulled out his cock, she took care not to touch it too much with her hands. He'd said to use her mouth, not her hands.

There was something particularly embarrassing about staring down a flaccid dick. Hot shame filled her chest and she couldn't put her finger on why for the second it took until his impatience got the better of him and he jerked her head forward with a punishing grip in her hair. It was like... he wanted her, but not that much. He wasn't hard at the sight of her crawling or kneeling on the floor. He wasn't hard at the thought of her mouth of his dick. And somehow, that felt like her fault.

He ground her closed mouth and nose into his groin and she tried to hold her breath, but the burning in her lungs became too much. As she inhaled, the stink of him came with the much-needed air.

Tangy sweat and body odor, dog hair and saliva, the many raw animal scents from a farm like manure and piss, and something distinctly human and masculine. It was a feast of the senses and it made Shelby want to gag. The only thing that made her swallow it down reflexively was what might happen if she let her disgust be known.

He pulled her back far enough to angle her mouth right, then pinched her nose so she would open. "If you bite me, I will kill you," he promised, voice low with menace. "And I think you've already figured out that I'm creative. I've never watched anyone get fucked to death by one of my machines, but there's a first time for everything. Now put this fucking dick in your fucking mouth and suck it like it's a popsicle on a July day, whore."

Almost like it didn't belong to her, her mouth popped open on a hinge. The tip of him was salty, the texture soft and silky. She'd sucked a cock before, though it had been a while and it had never been while a hand at the back of her head controlled her movements. That hand pushed her halfway down the loose length, then disappeared. A second later she heard a knife scraping against a plate and figured he was eating.

Shelby closed her eyes. She hated that she was going to do this. She hated that her survival instinct was so strong. She hated that death didn't seem like a viable alternative, and being fucked to death was a terrifying enough thought to make her a willing participant in her own violation.

She hollowed her cheeks, pulling and sucking on his dick with her mouth and running her tongue along the underside. If she could forget who he was, maybe she could approach the act with some clinical detachment.

"We're gonna fit you with your tail today, pup," he said above her, around a mouthful of something. She didn't even register that it was a comment meant for her until he jerked his hips a little. "Tail, muzzle and a cage at the foot of my bed."

A soft noise of appalled surprise sounded from Nina and Shelby almost winced again. She refocused on her task, sucking harder, and was rewarded with some swelling of the flesh in her mouth. Soft, he was still reasonably large, but as the blood filled his cock and his cock filled her mouth, she grew truly concerned how much more of him she'd be expected to--or be able to--swallow.

"M-master? The foot of your bed?" Nina asked in a small voice.

"That's right."

"But that's my spot."

At the hurt and raw jealousy in Nina's voice, Shelby swallowed around his length. Was he trying to anger this woman who had so much power over Shelby and seemed to be such a sadist? His cock was growing, still, even more urgently now.

Wait... did he get off on making Nina jealous?

"Keep going, whore. Bob your head, now. Lots of spit," Master instructed, tilting his chin down so she could just see the tip of his chin from underneath the edge of the table. She had a feeling he was getting a good view of his thickening dick disappearing into a wet, unwilling mouth. Shelby was reminded, suddenly, of one of her father's friends telling her she had a pornstar mouth when she was too young to realize what that really meant. She wondered if Master had the same look on his face now that Greg had had then, the one that filled her with fear and a sharp-edged excitement she didn't understand at the time.

"You're too big for that cage and we both know it, you dumb slut. You'll sleep in the nursery starting tonight. Maybe that'll light a fire under your ass to finish it."

"Yes Master," it was whispered, dejected.

Shelby tried to concentrate on breathing evenly through her nose and maintaining a smooth, purposeful rhythm. She felt the weight of the shock collar around her neck as the tip of his dick kissed the back half of her tongue with each downward stroke of her mouth.

"Enough foreplay, whore. I want it in your throat. Start choking yourself or I'll do it for you."

Shelby realized, cheeks heating in shame and outrage, that she'd almost rather he did it for her. It would likely be much less comfortable, and feel much more like an assault, but there was something oddly freeing about not having to do it herself. She was free to just feel it--the physical sensations, but the emotions too. Whatever she felt--whatever mixed up, messed up, fucked up thing-- was because he made her. Whatever response her body had wasn't her fault. He was forcing it.

Shelby shifted her center of gravity forward, holding her breath as she attempted to get more of him into her mouth. When the head of him touched the back of her throat, her stomach argued, and there was a small icky feeling of rising bile, but it settled easily enough. She tested the limit of it, pressing a bit further. The sensation was awful, like her airway was being cut off while also getting a strep test at the doctor. Her mouth was full, her throat burned from being touched in a way it never had, and every inhale filled her nostrils with the dank, masculine scent of him.

It also didn't help that while she did tried and tried, pushing herself a little further with each subsequent bob of her head, he hurled insults at her between chewing and swallowing his dinner.

"Fuck, you're bad at this," he spat. "No one ever taught you how to deep throat, huh? You probably only ever dated pussies who weren't man enough to show you what you can really do, huh? Those boys probably made you feel real powerful, didn't they? Like you were the one in control. I bet you got off on tellin' them no, on making them feel bad for wantin' you when you did it for attention. I bet you loved teasing them and denying them, like you were more than just a three-hole slut. But you're not, are you?"

Each hurtful accusation, each degrading indictment made her squirm. No! That wasn't her! She wasn't a tease! She couldn't help it if they wanted her. She wasn't going to fuck them if she didn't want to!

She wanted to scream at him, but instead she used the anger to move faster, to push herself a little harder. She gagged again and it felt like a punishment. A just one. It was what she needed, what she deserved.

The instant she heard her own thoughts--registered how they echoed what he'd said--she was broken. He was right. She realized that she was a tease... But she didn't mean to! She would have fucked those guys who wanted her if they'd been more serious about it. More forceful about it. She liked feeling wanted, who didn't?

"You're not a person, you're a set of holes. My holes. They belong to me. My holes aren't allowed to close, they're not allowed to say no or not be ready for my cock. Every part of you belongs to me and I will use it whenever I want, however I see fit. You're just a puppy whore for my amusement. You got that, puppy whore?"