A Sex Slave Forever

Anna was in darkness. She always woke up into darkness. It was the result of the black rubber hood which she wore over her head. Apart from having it briefly removed, each day, so that her face could be washed, she had worn it ever since she had been captured… was it weeks ago? Anna was beginning to lose track of time. It was hard to keep track of time when you were in darkness nearly all the time.

It was hard to keep track of time now she had been thoroughly broken. Her former life now seemed like some dream, some ephemeral wisp which was becoming less real with each passing period of darkness. She recalled her dream life. She had been a model, eighteen years old, and everybody had told her that she had been destined for greatness. She had imagined that, one day, she might even grace the cover of Vogue.

Then there had been a night out at a fancy bar. Everything had gone fine until her head had begun to spin. Anna did not realise until too late that she had been roofied.

Well, if Anna was really her name. She was beginning to have her doubts. Was it Anna, or was it Slut? She had recovered consciousness into a world of darkness, one which smelled of latex and leather, and of her Mistress’s pussy and feet. She had been injected many times with unknown drugs, affecting her mind and memory. She had been subjected to electrical torture and mental reprogramming, by having buds put in her ears with a message repeated over and over:

“Welcome to the remainder of your short and worthless life. Your name is Slut. You are Mistress’s property. You are a sex slave. You have no rights. You are no longer a human being. You only survive for the whims of Mistress. You will receive pain and torture until you are completely broken. You exist only to satisfy your Mistress. You will become your Mistress’s toilet. You will be inconstant bondage. Bring pleasure to mistress and you will be allowed to survive. Disobey Mistress and your body will be mutilated bit by bit. First your teeth will be removed. Then your nipples will be removed. Your arms and legs will be removed. Finally your clit will be removed. All this will come to pass, if you do not pleasure your Mistress.”

Over and over the recording had been played, on a continual loop, in the days following Slut’s capture. It had been combined with random shocks to the sensitive areas of Slut’s body. With the drugs, as well, it had broken Slut. Now she would not even consider disobeying Mistress.

Slut had only seen Mistress briefly, when her face was washed, and the hood removed. Mistress was a very beautiful woman in her twenties, with broad hips and large, natural breasts, and coffee-coloured skin. Mistress’s pussy was shaven. Mistress had metal bars through her big nipples and her clitoral hood. Anna had not had any piercings, or had her pubic hair shaven, although she had kept it trimmed. But Slut did. Lasers had ensured that Slut’s pubic hair never grew again. And she had had rings through the base of her nipples, and through the base of her clitoral hood.

Slut was in the drawer under a couch. That was where Slut was put whenever she was not in use by Mistress. Slut almost longed for the tortures so that she could escape the confines of this coffin. Mistress had told Slut all about it, knowing that Slut had mild claustrophobia. The drawer slid out into Mistress’s playroom. Mistress had described all of the instruments of torture. Slut had already felt the riding crop and the electrical shock machine. But she had been informed of the long needles and the blowtorch, the bullwhip and the pliers, the metal urethral sounds and the sandpaper. Slut had no desire to feel the touch of the other items.

Slut could hardly move in her drawer. There were metal bands around her wrists and ankles, which could only be removed by Mistress. But there was more. There was a plastic gag in Slut’s mouth, muffling any sounds, and making speech utterly impossible. Not that she wanted to make any sounds, or move at all. There were motion sensors in her coffin, and sound sensors, as well. If there was sound or movement then electrical shocks would be sent to the metal dildoes stuffed up her arsehole and cunt. Once the shocks started they would continue, every minute or two, until Mistress turned them off. There had already been times when Slut had been shocked all through the night.

There was the feeling of movement, as Mistress slid out the drawer under the couch. Slut relaxed, as that meant that the sensors had been turned off.

“Good morning, Slut.” Mistress said, in her West Coast American accent. “It is time for your morning ablutions.”

Slut loved having the mask off so that she could be washed. All of the latex covering her body would come off briefly, as Mistress cleaned her in the shower. The water was always too hot. But Slut hated what came before the shower. Invariably, each morning, Mistress went to the toilet. Slut had to watch as her Mistress crapped in the loo. And when Mistress needed to piss Slut had to drink it all, and be happy about it. It had been intimated, in the past, that Slut would not be limited to only drinking her Mistress’s waste.

Mistress pressed a button unseen by Slut. The metal rings around her wrists and ankles withdrew, freeing the sex slave. Mistress helped slut out of the drawer. Slut’s limbs were not at their best after a whole evening without getting to use them. Slut dropped to the floor, to kneel there. She had been ordered not to stand in her Mistress’s presence.

Slut heard the drawer slide back into the couch. A leash was attached to the collar around Slut’s neck. The hood was not the only fetish item which she wore: she had on shiny latex boots, with heels almost too high to stand in; a very tight leather corset, and long black latex gloves, as well as the black leather collar around her neck. But Slut’s tits and shave pussy were always on display. Nothing ever covered them up.

Mistress removed the shock dildoes from inside Slut. That was to be but a temporary relief, Slut knew. She would soon be plugged again. It had become a fact of life – or of what her existence had become.

Mistress led Slut towards the bathroom. Slut was still in her hood, and could not see anything. But her other senses had improved a little. She could smell sweet scents in the air. She could feel plush carpet beneath her knees and hands as she crawled across the floor. There was the sound of a door opening, and the feel of a carpet with not quite such a plush pile. Slut knew that she was now in a passage. She knew the rout to the bathroom well.

There was the sound of another door opening, and Slut had its tiled floor beneath her hands and knees as she entered the bathroom. Slut waited.

Mistress hummed as she divested Slut of the fetish clothing which she wore. Slut did not recognise the tune. The last thing to be removed was the hood. The hood always came off last, and a new, clean hood, was always the first thing to go on.

Slut blinked in the light, even though it was not too bright in the bathroom. The bathroom was the only thing which Slut ever saw. She saw the bath of pink marble, sunk into the floor. She saw the toilet, with a section which could be removed, so that a person’s head might be put into the bowl before being locked into place. She saw the washbasin. She saw the bathroom cabinet above it, where Mistress stored the drugs which ensured that Slut’s mind was always fuzzy, and the slave was malleable to her Mistress’s desires. And then there was the shower…

“You may go, slave.” Mistress said. And Slut needed to go, after having been locked away for the entire night. She squatted over the drain in the centre of the shower. She strained, feeling totally humiliated by this daily process. She hated her Mistress watching her. And she hated the fact that she had to go in the shower, when there was a perfectly serviceable toilet only a few feet away. She had to squat like some animal.

A turd fell out of Slut’s arsehole. Then another, smaller one. Finally Slut pissed. But Slut remained where she was. She knew what came next – the dreaded enema. As Mistress had explained in the past, she had to be washed inside and out.

The enema tube was inserted into the anus of Slut. The tube connected to the large enema bag, full of tepid water which flowed into Slut. She whimpered with the discomfort. But she had learned the hard way not to complain. She had to endure.

Eventually Mistress allowed Slut to expel the water out of her anus. It flowed down into the drain. Slut was clean on the inside. But she still needed to be cleaned on the outside.

Mistress, now stripped of her clothing, took great pleasure in joining Slut in the shower, and soaping down her slave. The shower spray was almost painfully hot, at the limits of what Slut could bear. Mistress, though, did not seem to be bothered by the steaming spray.

The worst bit was when Mistress cleansed Slut of the soap on her skin. A shower attachment was used, and held only a couple of inches from Slut’s skin. The burning water played on Slut’s body, but especially on her breasts and the outside of Slut’s denuded cunt. To Slut it felt like little drips of fire hitting her, as the water was concentrated on her soft features. But then Mistress swapped the shower attachment for one shaped like a dildo. It was time for Slut’s douche. The temperature of the water was not reduced and, to Slut, it felt almost like molten iron, as the hot water filled her cunt. Slut bit her lower lip so that she would not scream. She had learned not to complain. The one time that she had Mistress had turned the temperature down to freezing, and kept the dildo attachment inside Slut’s cunt for a good ten minutes.

Not before time the cleaning of Slut was over. She was towelled dry by Mistress, with a big fluffy pink towel. Then came Slut’s morning injection: a blue fluid into a vein in her neck. Whatever the fluid was, it took away Slut’s ability to resist, keeping her a compliant plaything for the whims of her Mistress. She hated the fluid, because it took away her ability to rebel. For the rest of the day she would gladly do everything that Mistress asked.

Slut was then dressed in fresh latex and leather clothing for the day. Knee-high boots, with heels too vertiginous for walking, were pulled onto Slut’s legs. They ensured that she would have to crawl everywhere, on all fours, like some animal. Black latex gloves were worked onto Slut’s arms. A leather corset went around Slut’s waist. It was pulled painfully tight, restricting Slut’s breathing. Then came a hated leather or latex hood, one which covered all of Slut’s head, apart from her mouth. It had holes for her nostrils, but none for her eyes. Slut was put in darkness again, a darkness which would remain until her ablutions the following day. Finally a leather collar, with a ring at the front, was put in place, completing Slut’s outfit.

Just once had Slut tried to remove the hood, thinking that Mistress was not around. But she had been watching. She had kicked Slut full force between her legs, and told Slut that, to be a sex slave, she didn’t need fingers. Slut was warned that if she ever tried to remove the hood again that her thumbs and fingers would be cut off. Slut believed her.

It was time for breakfast. A leash was attached to Slut’s collar. Slut was led into the kitchen. Slut had to kneel on the cold tiled floor while her Mistress had breakfast. Slut was tormented by the smells of fresh black coffee and bacon frying. But Slut never had any coffee or bacon. There was water in a bowl on the floor, and dry breakfast cereal in another. Slut was not allowed to pick up the bowls, but had to eat like an animal. The one time that Slut had complained about the cereal being dry Mistress had pissed in the bowl, and then forced Slut to eat every bit, before licking the bowl clean.

If Mistress was in a good mood, and Slut begged like a pet dog, she might be given a slice of fresh fruit, something like persimmon or peach or dragon fruit.

After breakfast Mistress took Slut into her living room for entertainment. Mistress was in more often than not and, while Slut did not like the entertainment, at least to begin with, if Mistress had to go out then Slut was locked away in the drawer in the couch, and Slut liked that even less.

Entertainment involved Mistress lying on a couch, with her legs spread, and Slut kneeling between Mistress’s open legs. All that Slut was required to do was to bring Mistress to orgasm after orgasm, for hour after hour. Sometimes Mistress would be on her phone while Slut gave tribute to Mistress’s luscious cunt. Sometimes Mistress would watch lesbian pornography on her high definition, wall-mounted 72 inch flat screen television. Slut could hear the moans coming from the television, and those sounds of pleasure turned Slut on. But Slut was not allowed to touch her own cunt, however aroused she became. Slut’s cunt, it had been explained, was now the property of Mistress, and Mistress would be responsible for granting Slut’s orgasms. And if Slut didn’t like it then she could have her clit cut off, and never have an orgasm again.

Slut did not know that some of those films playing out on the flat screen television were videos of her and Mistress. Slut did not know that Mistress had been filming her, on her smartphone and on motion activated cameras scattered through the place. Mistress liked to watch herself having fun. She liked to see videos of Slut with her tongue buried up her hot cunt, while Slut was doing exactly that. Mistress, of course, had sent loads of these films to her friends, so that they could watch and enjoy Slut’s sexual slavery, as well.

Occasionally Slut would here cries of female pain coming from the television, and the impact of leather whips on soft and vulnerable female flesh. Those sounds were always a worry for Slut, for they indicated that Mistress was in a mean mood. Sometimes she was not content to watch women being punished, and had to do the punishing herself. Then she would take Slut to the playroom to give her a portion of pain. The last time that Slut had been in there Mistress had chained Slut to a wooden table of some sort. Slut had been chained out spread-eagled. A loose plastic bag had been out over Slut’s head, restricting her breathing. Then Mistress had taken a nasty little riding crop and used it to redden Slut’s breasts, only stopping when there had not been any paleness to see. But Mistress had not been finished. She had unchained Slut’s ankles, only to bend Slut at the waist, the legs brought back, still spread, to chain them, doubled up, near to Slut’s wrists.

The position opened up Slut’s cunt, causing Slut’s labia to spread like the petals of a flower, revealing the pinkness within. It had been a target which Mistress had not been able to resist. She whipped Slut’s cunt until her arm got tired, first striking the outer lips, then the inner lips, and finally delivering the plaited leather end of the riding crop to go splat on Slut’s erect clit and the wetness of her vulva. Slut had screamed to high heaven. But Mistress had had no mercy. Slut did not want a repetition of that. She would much rather suck on Mistress’s cunt for the whole day.

Mistress’s sexual activities were not limited to Slut giving her extended cunnilingus. Occasionally Mistress liked to get more active, and to effectively rape Slut’s holes. Mistress would attach a large strap-on around her waist. They were all large, bigger than an average-sized penis. The smallest was seven inches long, and the longest a full twelve inches. Mistress had informed Slut that she had ordered a strap-on modelled on the cock of John Holmes, a full fourteen inches of long, hard plastic.

The dildoes were in different colours and materials, not that Slut ever got to see them. But Mistress liked looking at them. She had ones which were rubber, ones which were plastic, one covered with black leather, one shaped like the cock of a dog, and ones with either plastic or shiny metal studs. She also had one covered with sandpaper, which she had yet to surprise Slut with.

Mistress liked to stand in front of Slut, dominating her slave, while Slut gave oral tribute to the strap-on, and wetted it with her saliva. Then Mistress would either fuck Slut’s arse or cunt. It was while Mistress was doing this that Slut was allowed to have her orgasms, and she had had many, since becoming a prisoner.

Mistress liked to have Slut completely filled, with one dildo up her arsehole, while Mistress fucked her cunt (or vice versa). Mistress was extremely fit, and these sessions could go on for hours, leaving Slut feeling raw.

In the afternoon there would be more games, as there would be in the evening. Mistress was independently wealthy, and had little to occupy her time, apart from drinking with her friends, going shopping, and tormenting Slut. Out of those three, it was the final one which the drug-addled Slut now preferred, as the other two would mean that she would be locked away in her bondage coffin. Slut had come to worship Mistress. She wanted to worship this goddess, every day, using only her tongue.

Of course cunnilingus was not the only activity which Slut had to perform. Occasionally Mistress would put a nipple to Slut’s mouth, to be sucked. And Mistress liked to be rimmed for hours on end, Slut’s tongue exploring every crease of her anus, the tongue forced as deeply as possible into the arsehole’s musty depths.

Sometimes Mistress would invite a friend over to play with the sex slave. They would double team with strap-on dildoes, spit-roasting Slut, one dildo in her mouth, the other expanding her arsehole. Sometimes a dildo would be affixed to Slut’s face, and one of the dominants would ride the slave to orgasm. And that was Slut’s new life.

Today, though, ablutions complete, was going to be a bit different.

“We are going to a party.” Mistress said. “It is a friend’s birthday, and you are to be the entertainment. Come with me.”

Slut was led along the passage of the apartment, further than she had been since she had been captured. Slut heard the sound of a lift door opening, and she realised that she was going to leave the apartment, for the first time since she had been captured. Slut felt excited, but also nervous, not knowing what was going to happen. It did not occur to her to try to escape.

The elevator went down a long way. It was a little cooler when the lift doors opened. Slut found herself crawling across hard concrete. The sounds around her suggested that she was in some sort of underground car park. Mistress led her a little way. Then there was the sound of a boot opening. Slut was helped into the boot. The boot was slammed shut.

Slut heard the car start up. It sounded like a sporty number. Slut bet that it was red. Soon the car was travelling fast along the roads, almost roaring around corners, shaking Slut around in the boot.

Eventually Slut felt the car going across gravel, before coming to a screeching halt. The boot was opened, and Slut was helped out. It was hot, and Slut could feel the sun beating down on her semi-naked body. Slut had to crawl across a gravel drive or path. That was painful, with the gravel digging into her knees. Her gloves provided a little protection for her palms.

Slut heard the sound of feminine laughter. It sounded directed at her, and she blushed. Despite all that she had done she could still blush.

“Eve’s got a gimp!” some unknown girl said. So Mistress was called Eve. Slut had not known that, until now. There was more female laughter.

Slut crawled on, pulled along by its leash. Gravel gave away to grass; and then, shortly afterwards, to a hot, tiled surface. She could hear the sound of women splashing. There had to be a swimming pool.

The tiles were hot on Slut’s knees. It was obviously a very sunny day – and Slut could feel the sun’s warmth on the bits of flesh which were exposed. Slut could hear the sounds of several people talking at once. They were talking about her. But Slut could only make out a few words in the babble of voices – words like slave and clit and bondage. Slut knew the meaning of all those terms. Then her Mistress called for quiet.

“This is Slut.” Mistress said, to the quieted crowd. “I have brought her here to play with. She is your toy, but I would prefer it if you don’t break her – it is such a pain breaking in a new slave. She has an excellent tongue, and you can use her mouth as a toilet, if you wish. Don’t leave any permanent marks on her. Otherwise, enjoy.”

“I want to try that tongue.” said a woman with a deep, husky voice. Slut was dragged along the tiled surface, and then forced forward, so that her face made contact with a woman’s crotch. But being thrown forward like that meant that her breasts made contact with the sun-heated tiles. Slut squealed in shock and pain.

“Aw, are the tiles a bit hot for your titties?” a cruel voice asked. “You’d better get licking so that we’ll let you up. Slut then felt not one, but two backsides sit down on her back, forcing her breasts to maintain contact with the hot tiles. Slut couldn’t get up. She could only suck the cunt of Husky Voice.

Slut felt a slight cooling as shadows fell on her, women gathered around to watch her give cunnilingus to the first of the women there. There was some laughter, and Slut’s technique was criticised. But Slut still managed to bring Husky voice to a moaning orgasm.

Then Slut was dragged from sunbathing woman to sunbathing woman, and forced to bring them to an orgasm. Each time Slut was forced to lie with her breasts on the hot tiles, with a couple of women sitting on Slut’s back to make sure that Slut could not get up. Slut had to service a dozen young women in such a manner, including Mistress (Slut knew the taste of her Mistress’s cunt). Slut was sure that her breasts must be red and singed by the end of all that.

Then Slut was laid out on her back on the grass. In fact she was staked out, with stakes hammed into the ground, and her wrists and ankles tied to the stakes with leather thongs. Slut was to stay there for the rest of the day, until her Mistress finally released her and took her home.

But Slut was not ignored, not by a long way. No, she was played with for the rest of the time that she was there. Women came and sat on Slut’s face, to demand more cunnilingus, or to be rimmed. Having slut force her tongue inside a musty arsehole was a favoured activity. Often, while that was going on, one of the women would strap a humongous dildo around her waist, and introduce it into either Slut’s cunt or arsehole, hammering away with the giant cock. There was once when one woman managed to worm her way under slut, so that she could fuck Slut in the anus while another woman, armed with a cunt-stretching strap-on, hammered it so that the end pounded away at Slut’s cervix. And then Slut was forced to suck on a third strap-on, one which had recently been in Slut’s arse.

Some women liked to put their feet on Slut’s mouth so that Slut could lick their feet clean. Others liked to fist Slut, working their entire hand and wrist inside the sex slave, fisting slut to yet another orgasm.

The women were drinking cocktails all day, and what went in had to come out. Time and again Slut was turned into a toilet, commanded to swallow their golden champagne. It seemed like there was a never ending stream of them, wanting to piss in Slut’s mouth and watch her swallow it all.

But all good things must come to an end, and that day finally did, Slut taken home in the boot of a car. That was just one day in the life of Slut, a sex slave forever.

The End