An Almost Willing Cumslave

By Amarillo.
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Part One…

Before I tell you the part of the story you want to hear, I should warn you that the guy I set up to take the fall for this got into a lot of trouble. It is probably not a good idea for you to try it yourself.

I was walking along at night, right down the main street of the little Loserville town I live in. I wasn’t planning on doing anything until I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was about 5’11, with long, black hair and the softest, most inviting curves I had ever seen.

She thought she was alone on the street because she would slip her hand down the front of her jeans every few seconds and feel herself. After a while of this, me just keeping to the shadows behind her, watching, she started staggering and moaning softly. I imagined that she was cumming.

She sat down on a park bench to recuperate when her moans disappeared. When she closed her eyes momentarily, I decided to try my luck. I approached her and asked, “Can I buy you a soda from that machine up there?”

“Fuck you, asshole!” was her somewhat garbled reply.

I decided then that this drunken bitch was going to be mine. I walked away, for the time being, seething like a madman. She didn’t move a muscle, just lay where she collapsed on the bench.

“I’ll be back, you stupid whore,” I muttered as I made for my car and the equipment in the trunk.

I grabbed my duffel bag and then, on my way back to where the whore still slept, picked up a couple of sodas from the machine. I placed these carefully in the bag. When I arrived at her bench, a street wino was hassling her, trying to get his usual bed for the night.

I asked the man, “Do you need help with this bitch?”

“Nah, man, I just want my bed back. I’m gonna get me bed back if I have to kill her,” the wino said.

“No need for that, pops,” I said. “I’ll handle this bitch for you.”

And so I did. I brought a 0.357 Magnum revolver from my coat and clubbed her with the butt end several times. Then, I gagged her with a chloroformed rag and hauled her off to my van.

Once we were on our way, I started wondering how I could control her once she was awake and sober. I finally hit on an idea. I knew that my ex-wife’s gynecologist was in Florida for the next week, so I decided to borrow his office for the first part of the plan I had shaping up. On the way to his office, I stopped at an all-night truck stop/hardware store. It only took me four minutes to find and buy the self-curing rubber I needed.

When we got to the gyno’s office, I put the girl aside (I figured she could be no more than 19) and grabbed my trusty duffel again. I walked straight up to the office door and immediately set to work on the lock with my set of professional picks. It was a simple lock, and I had it sprung in under a minute. With the door propped open by my duffel, I went back to the old chevy van.

I grabbed the girl from the back seat and carried her to the door. All in all, I guessed about 30 minutes had elapsed since I had clubbed her. Once inside, I started looking for the one room the doc had soundproofed so those in the waiting room (and his wife) couldn’t hear what he was doing with his ‘special patients.’ It turned out to be the one farthest to the back of the building.

I laid the girl (I would later find out that her name was Jessica) on the examination table, returned, and locked all the doors to our little room. When I returned, she was stirring, and I decided to restrain her. I grabbed a few lengths of rope from my bag and tied her arms to the sides of the table and her legs to the stirrups. she was now fully awake and had spat out her gag.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” were the first coherent words out of her mouth.

“You just wait and enjoy. You are now fully under my control,” I said, reaching once more into the duffel.

I brought out a razor-sharp double-edged boot knife this time. I slipped the blade into the cuff of the jeans and began slitting up the inside of her calf toward her crotch. By now, she was trembling with fear. I started work on the other side as she let go with a strong stream of piss. Most of it was caught on her jeans, but some even splashed on me.

“Bitch!” I roared with all the anger I could muster.

I slapped her across the face several times and punched her in the gut.

“What the hell was that for?” she spat. “If you’d never kidnapped me, I’d never have pissed on you.”

She was already starting to sober up, I saw.

“You have disrespected your master. For that, you were punished. This was a mild punishment compared to what I will do to you the next time.” I’m not too fond of all that bravado, but it seems necessary to impress folks. “If you piss on me again, this knife goes straight up your pisshole.”

I could tell that that cowed her. Then, I cut off her top, bra, and panties. She was now totally defenseless before me.

Next, I set about bringing her more fully under my control. I wanted to have her a physical prisoner in case my planned mental control didn’t take hold. First, I wanted to be able to walk her like I do my dogs back at the ranch, but I thought that a regular collar, even a choker, would be too good for this dog. So, I removed a few big needles from the doc’s cabinets and started planning where they would do the best. It had to be a place with many nerve endings, or it would be useless. The first area that came to mind was her nipples.

First, I started teasing them, flicking the little buds with the sharpest part of my knife, and squeezing and twisting them, until she could no longer keep that part of her anatomy responsive to her commands, and it was essentially turned over to mine. They became hard when I wanted them to be hard (as I did then). As soon as they were like inch-tall pink gravel, I found the bottle of rubbing alcohol. I first wiped down her tits, then the needles, and then my hands.

I did not want any infections to cause problems later. Any pain she felt, I would make her feel. Any joy I would also give her. At any rate, I took the needle in one hand and her nipple in the other. Very slowly, to drag out the experience, I would slide the needle into the side of her tit rocks. She screamed, moaned, and cursed me, all the while, throughout the first side.

By the second, however, I had decided not to run her nipple through simply, but here, I was going to use the needle as a small prick and fuck her tits, literally. I slid it in and out, first slowly and then faster. Soon, she stopped complaining and started to gyrate her hips instead, in time to my thrusts with the needle. When she seemed about to cum, I pulled the tiny tube out and let her be on the brink. I left her like this for about ten minutes.

When she realized I had stopped, she started yelling at me again, trying to coax me into finishing what I had started. I didn’t, for quite some time, know that this was the greatest torment possible, and it was easier than stopping it. I sat down and watched her writhe, trying to make herself cum, to relieve the flood of pressure she felt.

After she finally returned to the realm of the rest of us mortals and was no longer gyrating in time to a lover that only she could see, I decided to put in the last of the needles. This one was for her clit. I held two fingers out to the tiny member, and she screamed as soon as I touched it.

“Not yet! My poor clitty is not ready yet.”

I didn’t care then and quickly and surgically thrust the needle through her most sensitive body part. She screamed, first in pain, then in utter agony, and finally, her cries changed to ecstasy as her orgasmic floodgates finally burst.

I left her like that, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, the first’s muscle spasms moving the needle enough to cause a second, and so on, for six hours. I decided that I would need to rest before the next part.

When I finally returned and removed those needles, she heaved a sigh of relief and seemed to collapse as her breathing steadied, and quickly fell asleep. I decided that would be the best thing for her for the next stage. So, I chloroformed her again to aid in her sleep. Before that, however, I inserted the rings that I had made the holes for in the first place. One in each pierced member.

Then, I decided I couldn’t see her cunt well enough for what I had in mind. So I grabbed my knife again and slowly shaved her cunt, using her copious juices as a lubricant for the blade. When her former bush was bare, like a true bush, in the dead of winter (albeit a little raw), I deemed it time to get on to the next major stage of her captivity. First, I found the doctor’s enema rig, the smallest nozzle I could find. Then I found a speculum and my self-curing rubber. I filled the powered enema rig with the thick black liquid and let it warm until it was ready.

Then, I inserted the speculum to part her outer and inner cunt lips. When it was in place, I could see the neck of her womb. Into this tiny hole, I inserted the nozzle of the enema rig. She began stirring at the stretching sensation deep inside her, even through her now drug-enhanced sleep. I set the enema rig on one of its slower settings (about four cubic centimeters per minute) to prevent any ruptures or other problems. I wanted it to work.

After everything was in place and working correctly, I decided to get some more rest, if I could, and then study hypnosis more thoroughly for the next phase of my plan.

*****

Part Two…

When I awoke about twelve hours later, I poked my head into her room to see that she was all right. She was asleep, but she woke up when she heard the noise. She was fully sober and had a good idea of what was happening. Her belly looked like she was about two months pregnant. I asked her how she was faring, and she spat in my face. I had the urge to slap her once more but decided instead to simply up the volume of rubber I was pumping into her insides. When she saw me turn the knob, she screamed. “NO!! You’ll split me!”

“Maybe,” I replied as calmly as I could. “Would you rather have ten cc’s per minute, or would you rather have the punishment I mentioned earlier?”

“I’ll take the rubber. Not you or any other bastard will touch my pisshole,” she said.

“Really? how are you so sure?”

With this, I pulled out t the knife from where it now was in my belt. I laid it on her swelling belly so that she could see it. Then, I rammed my finger into her still-wet cunt, (she must have still been having orgasms with the equipment inside her.), removed it, and found her pisshole. I felt around it, ever so slowly, until the tip of my finger was inside.

She was cursing me soundly as I did so. Then, as quickly as possible, I shoved until my finger was up to the knuckle. She screamed for as long as I left it there; in this case, only about two minutes. I twisted it and bent my finger, making her scream even louder.

“Still think I’ll do what you say, whore?”

A soft sob, and then a muffled “No.”

“Address me as ‘Master,’ bitch! For that, it will be worse.”

Then, I grabbed the knife from the top of her quivering belly. I positioned it at the entrance to her piss canal and gently began to push. It sliced cleanly, and in less than ten seconds, it was two inches in. At this point, she passed out. I withdrew the knife and inserted a heated prod to cauterize the wound. It would hurt like hell whenever she was pissed for a few weeks, but no real damage was done. Then, I cranked the flow rate back down and left her be.

***

Two days later, I decided to make a supply run and left her strapped into her table, turned torture area. Her belly looked about five months pregnant now. I re-gagged her and admonished her about what I would do to her if anything happened. I think she believed me because after I walked out her door, I waited twenty minutes to make sure she didn’t try to struggle or escape. I spent most of the day buying myself food, then ran to the ranch.

I dropped off enough to last a few months (I had plans for this to take a while) and picked up my dog, Rojo. Rojo is a very large English Mastiff. He weighs about 225 lbs and has a cock that would put some bulls to shame. It is about 18 inches long and four in diameter. I fed him heavily to let him start converting protein to semen. I loaded my friend and three days’ worth of food into the van and drove back to the doctor’s office.

Upon arriving, I first led him into the room I had taken for my own (using the mattress from the doc’s little love nest), where he promptly lay down and fell asleep.

“Lazy beast,” I muttered as I made my way out to the van for the groceries.

When I got back, I stopped at the bitch’s room and got another sound of cursing. I came into the room and sat down on a chair. I calmly reached into my grocery sack for a sandwich I had made at the deli. At the sight of food, she went wild. I left the sandwich on the chair and returned to my room.

I woke Rojo up and led him back into the examining room. I positioned him in front of the bitch, and told him to keep her there. Every time she moved, he growled. Soon, she froze as still as she could. I returned to my seat and cranked the flow rate up to thirty cc’s per minute.

“That’s for the disrespect. You will eat, but only when and what I tell you.”

As I ate my sandwich, she started to cry, presumably from the pain of her insides being stretched so rapidly. Her belly was now expanding visibly, I saw. When I finished eating, I shut down the machine. She now looked ten months pregnant.

“Are you ready for food, bitch?” (she had not eaten in three days, remember.)

“I’ll eat anything. Just give me something, Master!” she nearly yelled.

“Anything, you say? We’ll see.” I said. “Rojo! come closer.”

I walked over to the door, locked it, and pocketed the key as he did. (a spare I had found in the doc’s desk.) Then, I returned to the table and cut her ropes.

“Don’t move yet, bitch,” I told her as I removed first the enema nozzle and then the speculum.

She looked relieved to have her cunt closed, again, not the entire inside of her birth canal open for the world to see.

“Get down, and kneel. Get under Rojo, here.”

Just from the smell of her still-sopping cunt, Rojo’s cock was already half out of its sheath. She reluctantly did my bidding.

“If you want to eat, you will suck him off. Cum will be the only thing you are allowed to eat.”

I knew from experience he could shoot over a quart of the white stuff without difficulty.

She yelled, “Hell no, you sick bastard!”

I had hoped she would do this willingly, but such ease is never my lot in life. So I tied her back to the table, then walked again to the cabinet. This time, I got a small syringe and a bottle of morphine. I filled the syringe with ten cc’s and injected her vein with the drug.

“This should make you more susceptible to my wishes,” I told her.

I waited ten minutes for the drug to take effect fully, then I spoke in a low, rumbling, steady voice.

“You are standing on a dark stairway. The farther down the stairs you go, the more you will accept my suggestions. You are now standing on the tenth step. Now, tell me your name.”

“Jessica…Dorothy…Wallace,” she said slowly, pausing about a second between words.

“You are now standing firmly on the ninth step,” I said as I stuck three fingers into her cunt. “Now, clench your vaginal muscles as hard as you can.”

As she did so, the circulation to my fingers was nearly cut off.

“Good, now release.”

As soon as I said it, they relaxed again.

“You are now on the eighth step. Open your mouth.” She did so. “Now, you will disregard your gag reflex unless you hear the word ‘onomatopoeia.’”

To test it, I slid my cock as far down her throat as I could, with no reaction. It was as smooth as a pussy. I proceeded to issue commands, taking her deeper into the hypnotic state until she was on the first step, the deepest she could go.

“When you awake, you will eat only semen. It does not matter if it is human, bovine, porcine, canine, or equine. Any other is off-limits. The semen must be raw and fresh. You may get the human or canine any way you wish, but the bovine or equine must first fuck your cunt, and have the semen pushed out before you may partake.

“Your cunt is too small to handle such massive organs, so first, you must deliver the rubber you carry in your womb. You will do this when you hear the word ‘Valverde.’ You will also not cross a fence without my permission. You will not remember how to drive a car or walk as a human. Instead, you will walk on all four limbs, like an animal.

“You will continue in this state for three months. You will not eat anything for three days before the last day. You will wake when I count to three. When you awake, you will remember none of this. One. Two. Three.”

She then opened her eyes and immediately dropped to all fours, and made as if to start sucking on Rojo’s cock.

“Bitch!” I yelled. “You will wait until I tell you you can do that!”

I pinched and twisted the skin on the insides of her thighs for good measure.

“OK. Now that I know you will suck Rojo, do it.”

She flattened herself under him and first kissed his cock. Then, she began licking up and down it, getting it good and wet. Then, she became impatient and started taking it into her mouth. Her head bobbed and gyrated in ways I had no idea a neck would allow. She was obviously in a hurry for food as she viewed it. But I knew Rojo. He always took, at the very least, an hour to cum.

She was starting to get tired but was still hungry when I said, “Look bitch, you have to do it right, or you’ll starve! Suck gently, and take his whole dick in your mouth, not just a few inches.”

I knew that it was usually at this point that his knot started to form, so I had to watch that she didn’t choke herself on that grapefruit-sized thing. Luckily, she didn’t. After seeing how neatly she avoided it, I wondered if she had ever done this sort of thing before. Very soon after his knot swelled, he sped into her throat, mouth, and face.

*****

Part Three: Three days later…

We left the doctor’s office when I was confident in my hypnosis job. I was careful to wipe all of my prints and clean away all of Rojo’s hair. I left all traces of Jessica’s presence, however. This is how I set the doctor up to take the fall for her abduction. Jessica was reluctant to leave the office. Even though she was a slut (having walked down the main street while masturbating), she was still too modest for a trip to the van naked. Especially in her condition (pierced nipples and clit, the belly of rubber, etc.).

I had attached a chain to all the rings as a leash, but I didn’t want to strain it and tear her delicate skin. I’d rather save that for later if it became necessary. At any rate, I had to resort to using a cat o’ nine tails to move her out to the van. By the time my supposedly controlled slave finally figured that a little embarrassment would save her a lot of pain, being whipped on her ass, cunt, breasts, and back. When she reached the van, she was covered with welts.

“You stupid bitch! Do you know how much pain you could have saved yourself by going when I told you to? You will learn a lesson from this, however. For your blatant disregard of my instructions, VALVERDE!” as soon as the word escaped my mouth, she began to be wracked with muscle spasms, attempting to push out ten pounds of rubber.

I started driving, with her trying to scream into her gag in the back of the van. Once we had left the area of the town, I pulled to the side of the road. I decided this was as good a time as any to start enjoying this bitch. I opened my fly, straddled the naked girl with the bloated belly, and began fucking her. Not just fucking, but slow, at first, gradually getting faster, faster, and faster.

Her cunt was expanding and contracting, providing the strangest sensation a pussy ever had. I finally felt that old familiar tingling, starting in my balls and spreading to my guts. They started to go all gooey. Then, a sudden contraction, and I was cumming. More than I ever had in my life. I pulled out, and my dick spurted the white goop all over her bare cunt, then her belly, and finally landed on her face.

As she was still straining with her rubber child, I rolled off her and returned to the driver’s seat, relieved. I lay there for a few minutes before zipping myself back up and heading to the ranch.

***

When we arrived, it was well after dark. I dragged Jessica out of the van and into the barn. She lay down in the hay and kept up her pushing. I left and went to do the chores I had neglected for the last few days. I brushed all three stallions, fed them and the two bulls, and slopped the boars. She was now officially the only female around the ranch, except for a cat or two. I ran a surprisingly good business, charging for stud service for all my champion studs.

However, business had been slow since fall was coming on, and fewer animals were in heat this time of year. That meant my ranch animals would get tense with all the pent-up testosterone. This was why I had implanted that command in Jessica’s mind. She would be getting all the nutrition she needed, especially protein, and she would be furnishing me with a testosterone let-off valve. I was so glad that I had thought of the idea.

When I had finished my tour of the ranch, I returned to her stall in the barn. Now the black rubber was poking halfway out of her abused cunt. I figured another hour or so of this and then some rest.

***

The next morning, even after she had finished expelling the rubber, her cunt, (now quite thoroughly stretched) was still twitching. I got hard just watching her. But she had a more important job than simply reliving me. She was going to keep the peace. There would be no more stallions being moody or anything. Much less risk from the bulls and more friendliness from the hogs. Since Rojo had been relieved just the other day, I figured she could start with the stallions. I woke her up and led her to Lucifer’s stall. Even here, I was amazed at her competence, as she knew exactly what to do.

She positioned herself under him and then waited.

“Proceed,” I muttered.

When I said this, Jessica started to massage his already growing dick until it reached its full size, almost as big as my arm. Then she got down doggy style and started pushing backward. Within moments they had established a rhythm these two. One a great massive beast, and the other a small, fragile woman. She would push back at the same time he would hump forward. Soon, they were fucking as hard as I had seen him fuck a mare. I started worrying that he would hurt my new pet, but such was not the case.

After a bit of time like this, I saw his balls jerk. At the same time, Jessica’s belly, newly deflated, swelled minutely. Every time he jerked, she was filled more. When he finally started to pull out and go to the hay rack to eat, she came over to me, still on all fours, and asked me, “How was that, master?”

“I’m impressed, my pet,” I told her.

Then I led her over to a disused milk pail and told her that if she could milk her cunt into that, she could have breakfast. She did. She drank as much as she could get.

“Still hungry, pet?” I inquired.

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Now you will serve the other two stallions,” I told Jessica.

To my unending surprise, she did. When she was done with that, I took her back to her stall and let her rest, from her labors, while I tended to the morning’s chores, which multiply on a ranch like rabbits with no coyote.

***

For lunch, after I had eaten, I went back out to her stall and led her to the hogs. Now, you need to know something about hogs. They have very long, very thin cocks. Their cocks have a curly tip designed for nothing else but deep cervical penetration. She was surprised but went right to work with my order, earning her meal. Once she got past the strangeness of the organ’s design, she started sucking in earnest (because with a cunt big enough to accommodate a stallion, a hog would not feel a thing). When the first one started cumming, she yelped a little, in shock at the amount that the thing produced. But she quickly recovered and then moved to the next in line.

***

And for supper (after you guessed it, more chores,) I introduced her to the dog kennel and Rojo’s brothers, sons, and even his sire. She needed to release all but one of them, and she did. She had trouble only once when she almost got a knot stuck in her mouth. She didn’t, though, and got a very nice supper for her effort.

That night, she spent with me. First, a blowjob, and then my cock was back up to its full ten inches, an assfuck. I would leave her pussy for another time.

***

Life settled into this sort of pattern for the remainder of the winter. She fucked and sucked around the ranch daily and around my bed at night. Only once did I have to remind her of her place, when one night I was tired and did not need release, but she had become addicted, almost totally. That night ended with a second hypnosis session, where I implanted future memories of her time with the doctor (whom my ex had cheated on me with,) setting him up.

Then I also told her how to go about leaving (and not remembering her winter as a testosterone valve) the ranch come spring. When the three months were up, and business started picking back up, she snapped out of her cum-loving daze and into a new one. She was catatonic.

I knew I had two days before she was her old self again, so I had to get her away from my ranch. I drove her to the other side of town from my place, about twenty miles out and about a mile from the good doctor’s house. I left her there, sad to see her go, but I knew we would not need her anymore.

***

That summer, the doctor was brought up on charges of kidnapping, rape, torture, and several other things, based on her testimony and my planted evidence.

I must admit that I was nervous about how she would react when her true memories began to surface four years later. I had told her to remember her time with my ranch fondly, but I had no idea if that command would work that far in the future. I would tell you what happened, but that’s another story.

 

The End.

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