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"He was supposed to be the next big thing in tennis. He was supposed to win multiple grand slams and be famous. Women were supposed to lust over him, and I was supposed to revel in the fact none of those bitches could have him because he was mine. But then he blew his goddamned shoulder and amounted to nothing!"

"And what did you do, Miss Chrissy? What did you do when his whole world collapsed? Stand by and support him? Help him to realise that he still had a wife that loved him and wanted to be with him? Show him he could still contribute to your life by becoming a successful business manager for your father?

No. You abandoned him and went home to your father. Your father is a better person than you, though. He made you stay and tried to show you there was another way."

"Father just wants me to have babies to ensure the succession plan."

"Your father has only two children. Do you really think he wants you to be miserable?"

"Well ... of course ... "

Chrissy ground to a stop.

"So, what do you think your dad saw in Bruce that you didn't?"

Chrissy looked away, embarrassed, "Good genes," she muttered. "Dad said we were growing soft and overfed and needed fresh blood to strengthen the bloodline. Bruce's grades at college were way above average, and his sporting prowess was legendary. He's what Father said we needed exactly."

"And yet here you are, 35 years old, and not even one child to show."

"Okay!" Chrissy almost yelled. "Okay, I fucked up. I'll admit it. Not that it's going to matter because you're going to destroy my marriage, aren't you?"

"Two days ago, I would have said the end of your marriage was inevitable. The last two days have moved that needle. I'd give you about a 5 - 8% chance of it surviving now. If you continue to learn and follow your given path, your chances will improve daily."

"What do I need to do next?"

"Come to long for the pain as it's the only way you can find pleasure. Learn to love being degraded and learn that a cock in you, anywhere in you, means intense orgasmic events."

"It sounds impossible, but I would never have thought I'd react to the pain with arousal and orgasms, so maybe I can learn."

"It's that, become the next celebrity to have a porn tape 'leaked'."

Chrissy nodded miserably.

"What was with backing onto my cock last night?"

"I didn't."

"Yes, you did. I woke up with you shoving your ass back and forth on my cock."

"No. You wrapped your arms around me and began twisting and tweaking my nipples. As you're teaching me, I allowed myself to react with pleasure and sexual arousal to the pain. Your dick was pushing at my ass, so I moved my hips until it was positioned at my pussy, not my ass. You shoved deeply into me as soon as you felt the wetness and warmth on the head of your dick."

'Was this possible?' I wondered. 'Did I respond sexually to being cuddled up to Chrissy?'

I thought through my studies ... 'Fuck,' I thought. 'Could we be developing a co-existence where we are falling in love with each other?'

I knew from my studies into Stockholm syndrome that this was entirely possible. But I hated the bitch, didn't I? Oh, I wanted to fuck her. Who wouldn't want to fuck someone who was at least as attractive as Mila Kunis? But I couldn't be developing feelings for her, could I? I determined I needed to watch myself and control what was happening more stringently.

Except on the occasions Chrissy had earned it, her meals were all the same. They were a mix of trail food and soldiers' rations. I carefully selected them to look and taste almost exactly the same. I didn't want her to get any visual cues from what she was eating to be able to guess the time.

I gave her her meal. It was nutritionally matched to what someone Chrissy's age, height and weight needed to maintain a healthy diet and body shape.

After she had finished, I asked, "Would you like to earn the chance to go outside in the sun again?"

"Yes, please, Sir. What would this girl have to do?"

"Cum to having a cock in your ass."

Chrissy gulped, "I've never let anyone near my ass, Sir. Not ever. You're so big you're going to tear me apart in there."

"That would mean pain, my trainee pain slut. Won't that mean more pleasure for you?"

"I don't know, Sir. It's all too new. I don't think I could get turned on by that kind of pain."

"Well, if you'd rather I strapped you back onto the gynaecological table and started torturing you again, we can do that."

"Are you just going to shove your cock in my ass, Sir, and hope I react with arousal?"

"Eventually, yes. I want you to realise you're nothing but a three-hole cock and cum slut. And dick in any of your holes means instant orgasms for you. But that's not a realistic expectation for your first time, so I'll ensure you are well aroused before I fuck your tight little ass."

"I don't suppose that means you'll make love to me and then take my anal virginity?"

"Do you need me to answer that?"

"No, Sir," she answered regretfully.

"Up on the table, then. Feet in the stirrups."

"If you were going to torture me anyway, why did you give me an option?"

"Because this way, there's a chance you can get something you want from the torture. The sun on your face, the breeze in your hair. The other way, you had nothing to strive for. Of course, if you prefer not to earn a reward and just be tortured ...?"

"I'd like to try and earn the chance to go outside, Sir."

"Good girl," I told her.

Chrissy sat, swung her legs around, placed them in the stirrups, and then lay on her back. It was only the work of a quick few minutes to bind her securely into place, slip the probes into her pussy, and attach one of the pegs to her nipples.

I studied the monitor and noted that although Chrissy's conscious mind was still fighting, her subconscious was already beginning to accept her new role. The simple act of tying her down and preparing her for more torture already had her pussy heating up and moisture forming. There were even some minor quim pulses beginning.

'Awesome,' I thought.

I moved to her prone body and took the other peg in my hand. Then, deciding to try something different, I attached the peg to Chrissy's clitoris. A deep guttural moan escaped her as the peg bit into that tender nub.

Turning the flow meter down to its lowest level, I began to send pulses of electricity onto Chrissy's left nipple and into her clit. Every time the electricity pulsed, another deep moan issued from Chrissy's mouth. I was working slowly to give Chrissy's conscious mind time to surrender to her subconscious and accept pain as pleasure.

Chrissy decided that wasn't enough, "Harder, Sir, please. Faster!" She demanded.

Elated, I followed her request, turned the voltage up, and increased the rate I sent the pulses through her.

Chrissy was very close to orgasm but hadn't quite popped over the edge. Watching her writhing on the table and humping her hips up at an imagined lover's cock had me rigidly hard.

Taking some lube out of my computer desk's drawers, I dropped my pants and underwear and stepped out of them. I smeared a liberal coating of lubricant over the head and along my thick 7-inch dick's shaft.

Squeezing more onto my fingers, I quickly worked lube onto and a little into Chrissy's rosebud. The rumblings from the pulsing electricity were a weird feeling but not unpleasant as I did this task.

Turning the power up as high as I dared and holding it there for a count of ten had Chrissy on the brink of cumming. Turning the flow machine off, I moved between her spread legs and positioned my cock at her rosebud.

Taking hold of the peg on Chrissy's nipple, I squeezed that hard. At the same time, I pulled the peg on her clit, careful not to pull it off.

Chrissy's back arched, and an even louder and deeper groan emanated from her.

Hearing this, I slowly pushed my hips forwards and forced my cock into Chrissy's clenching down tightly ass.

Chrissy gave a spasmodic twitch and jerk as the thick mushroom head of my cock popped through her knot.

"Fuck!" She moaned. "Fuck, oh, fuck! Yes, please, Sir, fuck my slutty arse!"

If I did that, I would tear her bowel. Chrissy may have been reacting to the pain with orgasmic bliss. Still, her body had locked her ass sphincter down tight on the invading protuberance.

I had no desire to cause her any permanent problems, so I held still and rhythmically squeezed the two pegs as I waited for her sphincter to relax.

It only took a few minutes before I felt her ass clench on my cock harder, relax, and clench down hard again. Then it completely opened, allowing me to slide the rest of my length into her.

Chrissy's eyes flew open, and she gazed at me in wonder, "That feels so good, Sir. Slap my face, please? If you do, I think I will cum."

Chrissy was now constantly asking for more pain than I was giving her so she could achieve orgasm. I took this as a good sign that my theories were working. It seemed I had broken through to her subconscious mind that the only way out of the pain was to orgasm as quickly as possible.

Once she had an orgasm, the pain stopped, and she was rewarded. Her body and mind were beginning to crave the endorphin release of the orgasm and reward cycle.

I slapped her face and twisted the nipple without the peg on it.

Chrissy blew into orgasmic heaven, "OMFG!" She screamed. "Fuck my arse, Sir. Fuck it hard! Smack my tits and face! Cause this slut pain so I can cum like a good girl should!"

My pubic bone, which was slapping against Chrissy's labia as I pumped my cock deep into her ass, was being washed with her pussy juices every time I slammed into her.

With one last scream of, "FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" And her biggest squirt yet, Chrissy, passed out.

I slid my cock out of her ass and moved to the bathing area to wash myself off.

When I came back, Chrissy was still unconscious. I quickly positioned the fucking machine at the entrance to her pussy and ass. Then, changing the single dildo for the double-headed one, I pushed them into Chrissy's two lower fuck holes.

The probes went in next so I could watch the results.

Once everything was in place, I moved the peg from where it had fallen off of Chrissy's clit and placed it on Chrissy's other nipple.

Turning the flow device to its lowest level, I began sending low-grade shocks into Chrissy's nipples.

The probe measuring contractions was beeping in time with the zaps, so I increased the intensity and frequency of the electrical pulses. Chrissy didn't come to, but she did start moaning and thrusting her hips and pussy up at the dildo inside her.

I turned the fuck machine on and watched as it remorselessly forced its way into Chrissy's ass and deeper into her vagina.

Chrissy's eyes flew open as the dildo burst through her knot and deep into her arse, "Fuck!" She exclaimed. "Fuck! Owwwwwww! Ohhh ... Ohhh."

The 'Ohhhs' was her subconscious mind doing the pain trick it was learning. She turned the slight pain from a dildo forced into her ass into pleasure, sending her towards another orgasmic event.

"Fuck me faster, please, Master. Faster and harder, please."

Chrissy's pussy was wet and pulsing, so I complied and slowly wound the voltage and speed of the fucking she was receiving up. Within seconds Chrissy was thrusting her pussy up to meet the forward thrusts of the dildo.

She started gibbering nonsense, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking fuck. Oh fuck. OH FUCK, ME! I'M CUMMING!" She wailed as juices squirted from her cunt again.

Letting her revel in her orgasmic aftershocks, I slowly turned the machines down until they were both entirely off. Next, I removed the dildos from Chrissy's cavities and the probes from her pussy, then released her binds and helped her to sit up.

"I will admit what you're doing to me is giving me the best orgasms I've ever had, Sir," Chrissy stated.

"You're learning to give yourself to pleasure. I'm guessing that, in the past, you still held some of yourself back as you're that self-absorbed. I've watched the videos, and the only person I've seen less interested in the sex they were having was Paris Hilton in her 'stolen' video."

Chrissy coloured, "I don't know what you mean," she said. But her red face gave the lie to her statement."Would you like to go outside in the sun?"

"Do I have to wear a collar and leash again?

"Yes. It's all part of learning you are owned property."

"Okay. I'm ready. Let's go."

"Good girl. Now go have a wee and crap, so we don't have to go through the charade from last time."

"Yes, Sir."

Chrissy was back quickly. I cycled the airlocks and took us upstairs and out into the sun.

I handed Chrissy the blanket I had brought with us, "We'll walk around the property to ensure we get your legs and lungs working properly again. As we walk, we'll look for a nice sunny spot for you to relax and get a tan in."

We walked to the boundary of my property, close to two miles away (3.2 km). I had attached a lead to Chrissy's collar and made her walk two steps behind me.

We'd been walking for around thirty minutes when we heard someone shout a "Hello!"

"Fuck!" I said to Chrissy. "Let's hope he doesn't misunderstand what's happening here and run to the cops."

Looking for the voice's owner, I spotted a well-equipped hiker standing about 100 paces from us, just on the other side of my boundary fence.

"Hey, there," I answered jovially. "Just having a wander about, or did you get lost?"

His eyes widened as I walked the naked Chrissy over to him.

"I lost the trail back there somewhere," he answered with his eyes openly ogling Chrissy's sexy form. "I think I'm walking in the right direction to get back to the trail, but I can't seem to find it."

The man's trouser front was severely tented as Chrissy stood with her head down and eyes on the ground, still two steps behind me.

"What's with the collar and leash?" He asked.

"Just taking my pet for a walk, chap. As a good owner, I'm ensuring she's getting plenty of exercise."

"She's your pet?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Yes. You've heard of BDSM and Masters and slaves?"

He nodded.

"I'm the Master, and little miss chrissy here is my slave."

"And she does whatever you tell her to do?"

"As long as it remains within her boundaries, yes."

I had moved as close to the man as I dared in case he decided that Chrissy needed rescuing and tried to attack me. I didn't want him to do anything stupid and force me to assault him.

The gig was probably up at that stage because the hiker would report me immediately. Chrissy and I would need to be well gone before he returned with the police.

It would be a pity because Chrissy was almost a complete pain slut and responded to pain as sexual stimulation more readily every day.

"Wow," the guy said. "So, if you told her to get down on her knees and suck you off in front of me, she would?"

The guy kept touching his erect cock through his trousers. He was so turned on and excited at the thought of an owned pet/sex slave that I'm not sure he was even aware he was touching himself.

"Not only would she suck me off, but she would also suck you off if I told her to."

"Wow," the guy repeated. "I'd like to see that!"

"Her sucking me off or her sucking you off?" I asked with a quirked smile on my lips.

"Both!" The guy exclaimed.

Turning to Chrissy, I raised an eyebrow. She stared levelly at me for a time without moving.

'Fuck!' I thought and tried to think of what else I could do to defuse this potentially explosive situation.

Chrissy took two steps before dropping to her knees in front of me and the hitchhiker, "Who do you want me to suck first, Sir?" She asked.

"You and I have just finished fucking, so why don't you entertain our friend here?"

"Yes, Sir."

She shuffled around to face the hiker. He was so eager he had his belt undone and his pants around his ankles in a flash.

Chrissy took his small tight balls in her left hand and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the base of his shaft. The hiker seemed to have a fairly standard 6-inches of uncircumcised cock. Because of her practice swallowing my much bigger and thicker dick, Chrissy had no problems taking all of the man's length into her mouth.

Chrissy was obviously scared the man would report us because she put her heart and soul into the blowjob she was giving. Swirling her tongue around the glans, she pulled her head back and pumped his shaft vigorously as she swallowed him back down.

Only a few brief moments of energetic sucking passed before the hiker moaned, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"On her face, please."

Chrissy whimpered but didn't say anything.

I grabbed a handful of her hair as the hiker slid his dick out of her mouth and pulled her head harshly back, "See if you can't coat her eyes, nose and mouth, buddy. If you would."

The guy nodded as he jerked viciously on his cock before unloading a torrent of cum over Chrissy's face. By the time he was finished, Chrissy was covered from her hairline to her throat with cum.

I let go of her hair, "Thank the man for his generous gift, little one," I instructed.

Chrissy's eyes hit the ground in front of her, but she managed to mumble, "Thank you for your cum gift, sir."

"Fuck, this is wild," the hiker stated. "I don't suppose you'd let me fuck her?"

"This slut lives for cock and rough sex, so as long as you promise to slap her face and tits as you fuck her, then you may."

"She'll want me to slap her as I'm fucking her?" He asked in wonder.

"If you want her to cum, too, you'll have to cause her pain. It's the only way she can get off. But if you just want to get off, jump on, and fuck her. You're not to cum in her, though. You must pull out and cum on her face again."

"Fuck me, this is weird. Hot, but extremely weird," the hiker stated. "I think I'll just hump her if that's okay. I've been out in the bush for a week and am as horny as hell."

"Chrissy, are you wet?" I inquired.

"A little, Sir," she responded.

"Better take him back in your mouth to make sure you don't rub anything raw and to make him nice and hard again. Once he is, get on your knees and let him do you doggy. That way, he can take your ass as well if he wants."

Chrissy quickly took the man back in her mouth.

The hiker looked at me disbelievingly, "You'd let me fuck her in the ass, too?"

"Sure. She's only recently been getting into anal sex, but she loves a bit of pain, and a cock being forced through the sphincter in her ass is a delightful, to her, pain."

"Weirder and weirder," the hiker muttered as he held Chrissy's head.

"Hold her head tight and force all of your cock into her mouth, then hold her against your pubic bone as you fuck her mouth," I instructed.

The man looked at me questioningly before doing as I suggested.

Chrissy retched twice before accepting all of the hiker's dick into her oral cavity.

"Fucking awesome," the guy moaned as he started to face fuck Chrissy.

Only a few minutes later, I had to suggest that he pull out of her mouth if he wanted to fuck her because he was obviously about to cum again.

The hiker nodded and pulled out. His groin was a cum covered mess from his ejaculate being smeared over the area from Chrissy's face.

"Better clean your lover up before he fucks you, my little slut," I told Chrissy.

Chrissy looked at me miserably briefly before complying.

Once he was cleaned of his spoof, I said, "On your knees, my little slut, legs spread, head on the ground, reach back between your legs, and spread your pussy lips. Show your lover where you want his cock."

Chrissy assumed the requested position. The hiker seemed hesitant, though.

"Shouldn't I do something to help warm her up, so she gets something out of being fucked?" He asked.

"If you want, sure. Smack her ass a couple of times before you enter her. Once you're in, lean forward so you can grab her tits and squeeze her nipples hard. She'll probably pop straight away if you do."

Hesitatingly, the guy gently slapped Chrissy on the ass. Chrissy didn't react at all, so I leant forward and brought my right hand brutally down onto her left ass cheek and repeated that effort on her right.

"Fuck, yes," Chrissy groaned.

The hiker took the hint and smacked Chrissy's ass hard.

"Yes, please, sir," she moaned. "Slap me again, then stick your magnificent cock in me so I can cum."

The hiker shoved himself into her, and he smacked her again. Chrissy rose to all fours and tilted her head back to look at him.

"Pinch my nipples, please, sir. I need to feel pain so I can cum."

The guy leaned forward onto her back so he could reach around and grab a nipple between each thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck, you're one hot slut," he moaned.

"Thank you, sir," Chrissy answered.

The hiker was only gently twisting and squeezing Chrissy's nipples, but her constant moans, as he did, encouraged him to squeeze and twist harder until Chrissy was quivering and moaning on the edge of cumming.

"Hold them tight and pull them as far away from her body as you can as you fuck her as hard as possible, and she'll cum all over your balls," I told the man.

Nodding, the hiker did as I suggested. Chrissy exploded the second time he thrust his hips roughly forward, driving his cock as deep and hard into her as he could.

"OMFG, yes!" She yelled. "Smack my ass, please, sir. Smack me hard."

The guy did as she asked. Then, straightening up, he smacked her ass in time with his forward thrusts. Chrissy would cum and squirt her pussy juices over his balls every time he did.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned.

"On her face," I reminded him.

The hiker stood up. Chrissy, being very obedient, turned quickly around and, with her tongue on her lips, looked appealingly up at him.

"Give me your cum, please, sir?" She begged the hiker.

With a roar, the guy shot another copious load over the top of Chrissy's eyes, nose, mouth and chin.

"Fuck me, this is so fucking hot!" He grunted as he shot spray after spray over Chrissy.

"Gather his cum off your face and swallow it all, my little trainee cock and cum slut," I instructed Chrissy.

Grimacing, Chrissy obeyed.

"She doesn't seem to like the taste much," the hiker observed.

Like anal, swallowing cum is new to this slut," I cleared up for him. "She'll soon come to love both, though."

"You can fuck her ass?" he asked.

"So can you, if you can go again?"

"If she blows me again, I reckon I'll be back up in no time."

I snapped my fingers, "Well? What are you waiting for, little miss chrissy cock sucker?"

Chrissy crawled the couple of feet across to the man and took his balls back in her hand. Then, opening her mouth wide, Chrissy accepted the hiker's flaccid dick into her mouth and began to alternate sucking on it with swirling her tongue around the glans.

"Fuck me, this slut is a talented cock sucker," the guy moaned a few seconds later.

"Finger his taint, miss chrissy," I demanded. "Make your lover as hard as a man can be."

"Does she eat ass?" The hiker queried.

"She's never done it before, but all good sluts should, so why don't we make her?"

The trail walker turned and presented his ass to Chrissy. Chrissy looked at me with a mute appeal, but this was something else I wanted her to learn. She needed to realise that anything degrading and demeaning to her was a turn-on. To know that being treated like a dirty slut was what she lived for and that the worse she was treated, the nastier the language used to address her, the more sexually excited it would make her.

Closing her eyes, Chrissy reluctantly pushed her nose and mouth into the cleft of the hiker's ass and started tonguing his rosebud. The man began to jack himself off as Chrissy was rimming him and was soon rigidly erect again.

Turning briefly to me before standing over Chrissy, the trail walker asked, "What do I do now?"

"Chrissy, on all fours with your ass to your lover. Head on the ground and spread your ass cheeks,"

Addressing the hiker, I said, "Spit on her ass and use the head of your cock to smear it over her starfish. After that, no need to be gentle. Rip into her. Don't forget to smack her ass and tweak her nipples."

Chrissy moaned a minor protest but did as instructed. She jumped as the hiker forced his cock through her ring and deep into her ass. But as she mouthed her complaint, he smacked her ass and her complaint changed to a moan of pure lust.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Smack this slut's ass, sir. Smack it hard and tweak my tits," she demanded, thrusting her ass back at the invading penis.

The trail walker fell forwards over Chrissy's back and reached his left hand around her body to grab hold of her left nipple. The guy had gotten quite into using Chrissy roughly, so he was whacking her arse viciously as he twisted and pulled on her nipple.

Chrissy was really close to another orgasm but wasn't quite there. I'd fucked many a woman in the ass in this position, and I knew the hiker's cock wasn't hitting the right spot inside Chrissy to push her over the edge.

"Straighten up and grab a handful of this slut's hair. Then smash into her ass as hard as you can as you swing your arm back and forth, smacking her ass cheeks from either side alternately," I suggested.

The walker followed my suggestion and soon had Chrissy's head pulled painfully backwards as he viciously slapped her ass cheeks.

Chrissy began to hump back at him, even though tears were pouring from her eyes, and she was repeatedly moaning, "No, no, no. I don't want to learn to love this."

"Too late," I told her smugly. "Now cum on your man's cock, my little anal slut!"

My words seemed to tumble Chrissy over the edge.

With a scream of, "NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!" She creamed all over the trail walker's dick. Her juices exploded out of her pussy and drenched the hiker's balls and thighs.

"Fuck, what a slut,' the walker groaned. "Can I cum in her ass?"

"No. Make her swallow your cock and accept your load down her throat."

Chrissy whimpered again but voiced no protest.

The man got to his feet as Chrissy reluctantly turned to face him.

"Suck, bitch," he demanded.

Swallowing convulsively, Chrissy wrapped her hand around the walker's shaft and guided it into her mouth.

I could see that Chrissy was very close to throwing up at the thought of having something pulled out of her ass and shoved into her mouth, so I needed to distract her from that and make her orgasm.

Moving swiftly, I came up behind Chrissy. Lifting her bodily onto her feet and grabbing her hair in my right hand, I shoved her mouth back down onto the trail walker's dick before ramming my ragingly hard 7-inch cock into Chrissy's cunt.

As I jammed into her, I smacked her ass and said, "Shut up and cum, you dirty fucking slut. You know you fucking love being treated like a two-dollar street hooker."

Chrissy almost literally exploded into a mind-bending orgasm. If she was squirting before, she was erupting now. Fluids poured from her pussy in gushing pulses.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Chrissy groaned. "Oh fuck, Sir. That feels so damned good! Sir, please slap my ass, and sir, please slap my face."

We both complied, and the clearing was filled with groans, moans, and the sounds of open palms on human skin.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK, YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Chrissy screamed and gushed liquids out of her vulva again.

"I'm cumming!" The hiker groaned, then held Chrissy's head firmly against his pubic bone as he face fucked her hard.

The walker shuddered and juddered three or four times as he filled Chrissy's mouth with semen.

A little dripped out of the side of Chrissy's mouth, a testament to how much ejaculate the guy could still shoot. But letting his gift fall wasted to the ground wasn't acceptable, so I slapped the nexus of nerves point just above Chrissy's tailbone.

"Don't you waste another drop, slut, or I will punish you severely," I growled.

Chrissy quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and ran a finger around her lips and over her chin to gather the rest before feeding it back into her mouth.

The hiker, now flaccid and satiated, groaned as he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt back into place.

"Fuck, that was soooo good," he moaned. "Totally unexpected and so damned good! The guys at work will never believe me when I tell this story on Monday. I don't suppose you could show me the way out of here?"

It was barely midday in the middle of summer, so the hiker had plenty of time to hike out of the woods before it got dark.

"Come with me," I told him, moving further back into a clearing.

Pointing at a giant redwood tree on a hill about 3 miles away (5 km), I said, "The trail out passes right by that tree. If you turn right when you reach the tree, you'll have close to an 8-mile (13 km) hike to reach the carpark. If you turn left, you'll only have around another 3 miles (5 km) to reach the same point."

"That slut has worn me out," the walker said with a smile. "I think I might take the short way home. This is your property?"

I nodded.

"How often do you come out here?"

"Not very often. Only when I want to train one of my pets in private."

"Sorry to barge in on you then," he said, colouring a little.

"It's been a good training exercise for my little slut," I reassured him. "I need to be getting on with her training if she and I are going to be out of here before dark."

The hiker nodded and began walking towards the tree I had indicated, "Thanks for the use of your pet, buddy. Hopefully, I'll run into you again another time."

"Sure," I answered with a smile. But I would now ensure Chrissy, and I stayed well inside the fenced boundary of my property. The encounter with the hiker had been too close for comfort. I'd gotten lucky that he was a horny bastard and had gotten off on dominating Chrissy. Unfortunately, the next one may not be so willing to have some fun, and Chrissy and I would be forced to abandon our experiments.

I walked back to where I'd left Chrissy. She still knelt, and had cuddled into herself with her arms around her knees and her head on her lower thighs. She was keening as I walked up and flinched when I touched her.

"I'm not sure I can stand another encounter like that," she said. "What if he'd decided you were holding me against my will and tried to take me off you?"

Then I would have to convince him doing that was a bad idea, wouldn't I? After that, we'd have to head home. Well, you to Cancun and me home."

"You don't seem to be getting any pleasure from turning me into a slut."

"Mental and emotional pleasure, yes. But as far as sexual pleasure, how often have I cum in or on you?"

"Only the once last night, by accident, it seems."

"Why do you think that is?"

"You don't find me attractive because you hate me."

"I don't hate you. I think you're a bitch, and I detest how you treat my brother, but I don't hate you. I only want to modify your behaviour and turn you into a pain, cock and cum loving slut that will be an obedient wife to Bruce."

"Why haven't you cum in me, other than accidentally, then?

"Because, at the moment, it's all about you. Once your mind has learned to crave the pain and to yearn for a rough fucking, you will beg me to fuck you. Then, when you do, I'll use your willingness to serve me to get myself off.

I want to walk up on you at any time and stage and jam a cock in one of your three holes. Then, have you react to that by cumming. I'll take you back to Bruce when you can do that successfully."

"You think you can safely give me back to him? That I won't confess and tell everything to him?"

"That depends on how badly you think your father will react when I send him a copy of all the videos I've recorded and those off your phone."

Chrissy paled, "He'll disown me, and I'll be left a penniless wretch!"

"Going quietly back to Bruce seems a much better option now, doesn't it?"

She nodded.

"Now, stand up and let's move further back from the boundary fence. I don't want another unexpected hiker to see us.""Amen to that," Chrissy muttered.

Walking back towards the shelter, we were soon out of sight of the boundary fence and in another sunny clearing.

Spreading the blanket, I told Chrissy to "Lie on your back and spread your legs apart with your knees up. Let's ensure you've got a tan to match what you would have gotten in Cancun."

I was fully clothed. I needed to be well-tanned by the time I returned, but my tan would be confined to my face, neck, the shirt 'V', and lower arms and legs. Just as if I'd been hiking for the month I had said I had been.

I must've been more tired than I thought as I fell asleep. I woke up to Chrissy sucking my cock.

I grabbed her head and moaned, "Oh, Lawd! Chrissy! WTF!"

"I'm horny, Sir," She pleaded. "I tried to make you hard so you would 'accidentally' fuck me again."

"You know instigating sex is against our agreement, little miss chrissy. Punishment for misbehaving is required. If you choose what I consider an appropriate penance, I will do that to you and leave it at that. If I don't think the punishment is severe enough, I will do to you what I think is deserved and do what you have asked for."

Chrissy came up with the following, "Pain is becoming pleasure for me, so I don't believe a physical punishment will be enough. It probably has to be degrading and demeaning, so I learn a proper lesson. I think you should urinate into a cup, then cum into that cup, mix the two and make me drink it. Then make me clean your ass with my tongue after you've been to the toilet."

I was inwardly elated. This was a much more inventive and severe punishment than anything I had thought of. I had planned on using her 'punishment' as another pain into pleasure session. However, her idea was a much better option as it would be an excellent beginning to breaking her down into someone who yearned to be demeaned and degraded.

By my watch, we'd been out in the sun, walking around and sun-baking for over three hours.

"Time to go back inside. I'll decide on the appropriateness of your chosen punishment by the time we're inside."

"Yes, Sir," she answered submissively.

Once inside, I told Chrissy to sit at the dining table.

I sat opposite her, "Tell me about today."

"What do you mean? She asked. "You were there. What can I tell you that you didn't already see?"

"How did it feel being made to give your body to the hiker?"

"It made me feel like a slut," Chrissy answered.

"Aren't you?"

"Well, yes. But it was only on my terms, not someone else's."

"You seemed to cum exceptionally hard."

Chrissy's eyes hit the table, and she coloured, "I'm learning to love experiencing pain with my arousal, but it's all new. When we first encountered that man, my mind went blank. I thought we were caught and all this would have to stop. I don't want it to stop, John. I want to see how far you can take me."

"If he'd tried to take you off me because of some foolish chivalrous notion, I would have been forced to stop him. Then, you and I would have to get out of here as quickly as possible. However, I don't think you're even close to being the broken pain and humiliation-loving slut I need you to be. That wouldn't matter, though, because I'd still have to hand you back to Bruce as we'd have to leave here.

"That's what raced through my mind. Then you offered me a way out. A way for me to continue my explorations into pain and degradation. After that, well, it didn't matter whose dick was in me, I was getting pain and sexual stimulation, and my body has learnt that means I'm to cum because then the pain stops."

I looked at her for a long time before saying, "I think you're fast becoming what you say you've always yearned to be, Christina. A pain and humiliation glutton who lives for rough fucking and being used."

"What do I need to do to finish my transformation?"

"You keep asking questions you already know the answer to, little one."

"Become a total pain-loving slut for you to use as you wish?"

"Me, then everyone my brother or I see fit to loan you to."

"I don't understand," Chrissy said. "You're doing this to me, at least partly, because I've been slutting around on your brother, but now you're saying you're going to slut me around?"

"The difference is that you were sleeping around behind my brother's back. You wouldn't put out for him but were putting out for at least six others. You need to learn that your body isn't yours. It's merely a receptacle for cock and cum. Any cock, and anybody's cum, we choose for you.

It will probably turn out that Bruce will want you to be faithful to only him. But I suspect he has cuckold fantasies. So, he may wish to 'loan you out' to show his love for you."

Chrissy nodded, "I kept expecting Bruce to explode at me as it's not like I've been exactly discreet. But he just kept putting up with it, so I pushed the envelope further and further."

"Well, that stops. Now you will begin begging Bruce to own, dominate, subjugate, and hurt you so you can get off. Or at least loan you to someone who will do those things to you."

"I'm ready for your next lesson, Sir," Chrissy surprisingly said.

"Tell me what's going on first," I queried.

Chrissy blushed, "I'm feeling a little horny ..." She coloured even more deeply. "To tell the truth, I need to cum so badly. My pussy is on fire. Can I ask a small favour, though, please?"

"You're welcome to ask. What's the worst that happens? I tell you 'No' and get offended and torture you? I'm going to do that anyway," I said, repeating an earlier sentiment.

"May I be untied so I can simply relax and enjoy what's happening?"

I considered this for a time before working it out. I suspected Chrissy's sudden 'collapse and compliance' was feigned and that Chrissy had decided on another way to try and avoid what was happening to her. I thought she might even try to use my shock device on me.

"Even if you can zap me with my machine powerfully enough to knock me out, it doesn't do you any good, little miss chrissy. You can't escape and head back to Bruce or Cancun. You know that, right? All exits are on keypads with PIN access, and you don't know the codes."

Chrissy's face crumpled, "How did you know?" She asked.

Giving her a pitying look, I replied, "I hope you can truly react with sexual arousal to pain because I'm about to because you a whole heap of it."

I would have loved to have backhanded the bitch off her chair, but time was running out, and I couldn't afford the bruise that would leave.

Chrissy almost ran across to the gynae table and jumped on it before placing her feet in the stirrups.

"I should have known you were two steps ahead of me, Sir. Please don't give up on me."

"I think it's way past time that I gave up on this charade and dropped you off at the airport, don't you?" I asked rhetorically. "I can think of many uses your sister, and I can put the money I'll get for your videos for, can't you?"

"I want to learn, Sir. Do as you will to punish me, but let me continue. Please, Sir, I beg of you!" Chrissy wailed.

Not answering, I tied her tightly down, removed the shock collar, rudely shoved the twin probes into her cunt, and then attached the pegs. One to her nipple, the other to her clit. I turned the electrical flow machine to a level just short of lethal and then set it to pulse. Every second second, the device sent an almost killing nanosecond of shock into Chrissy's tit and clit.

Chrissy started to scream, "NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo! AHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She orgasmed, then fainted.

I didn't care. I left the machine pulsing almost lethal blasts of electricity through her. I was still watching in morbid satisfaction when I became aware that the device connected to the probes was beeping in a steadily increasing cadence. Even though Chrissy was unconscious, her subconscious began reacting to the repeating pain. According to the probes, Chrissy was very close to a massive orgasm.

'Interesting,' I thought as I moved the intensity of the shocks higher still.

Only a little above this, the amperage would probably kill her. The weird thing about electricity is that it isn't the voltage that kills you. It's the amperage. You can send almost limitless voltage through a human body if the amperage is low enough.

Chrissy's eyes fluttered open, "Fuck! I think I'm going to cum," she moaned.

With that, she did.

"OH, MY FUCKING GAWD, I'M CUMMING!" She screamed as juices exploded out of her pussy.

I quickly moved the fucking machine into place. I pushed it forward enough that the first two inches entered Chrissy's pussy and ass before turning it on high.

"OMFG!" Chrissy screamed again as she creamed on the fuck machine's dildo.

"Please, Sir," she pleaded. "I need cock inside me."

"You don't deserve to orgasm on my cock, you fucking bitch," I told her. "If you don't cum now, I will fuck you with the machine until you beg me to stop."

Chrissy exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her hips were thrusting up at the invading machine cock as far, hard, and fast as possible within the limitations of her binds.

Chrissy was repeating, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, OMFG, FUCK!" as her pussy gushed in time with the electrical pulses.

I don't know how many orgasms she had, but there were a lot. The sheet under her ass was soaking when her moans changed from orgasmic to groans of hurt and discomfort.

Given how well this session had gone, I didn't want Chrissy's vulva to be rubbed raw, and for it to be too sore for her to receive any pleasure, so I turned off the two machines and disconnected the pegs and moved the dildos out of her cunt.

Chrissy gave one last moan before passing out.

Untying her, I carried her across to the bed. Laying her down, I examined her. Her pussy was a little red, but I thought it probably wasn't any worse than it would have been after a vigorous fuck session with her big-dicked pool boy lover.

Turning the shower on, I waited for the water to warm up and carried Chrissy into it. Then, deciding I didn't want to change, I stripped off before carrying her in. Chrissy regained consciousness as I held her in my left arm and washed her juices from around her pubic area.

She looked at me steadily as I carefully cleaned her, "You're being very considerate to me, considering how much you hate me."

"I repeat, little miss chrissy, I don't hate you. I only hate how you treat my brother and how you behave towards my family. You look down on us because we're 'middle-class', but no one in my family has been jailed for any crime. Can you say the same?"

"Fair point," Chrissy answered. "None of my family would do to someone what you're doing to me, though."

"You have a fair point, too, little one. If you learn to enjoy this, you might come to thank me, though."

"Thank you for torturing me, hurting me, and pretending to rape me? For offering me up as a slut to a complete stranger. A stranger who also smacked and hurt me?"

"And didn't it give you the best orgasms?"

Chrissy looked away and muttered, "Fair point," again.

Chrissy wrapped her arms around my neck and shifted so I could lower her legs to the ground. Once I was sure her legs would hold her weight, I handed her the soapy washer.

To my shock, instead of washing herself, she cupped my balls with her left hand, wrapped the washer around my rapidly hardening shaft, and started stroking it. Then, Chrissy dropped to her knees and started to blow me. Her newly developed oral skills were much evident. It only took her two goes before all of my rigidly hard 7-inch dick was sliding through her lips, across her tongue and gag reflex and down her throat.

Chrissy wrapped her hand around my ass, pulled me as deeply into her mouth as I could go, sealed her lips around my shaft, and then sucked vigorously. Chrissy, still sucking firmly, began bobbing her head back and forth. Every third or fourth bob, she would pause with only the head still inside her mouth, then run her tongue over and around my glans and lap at the precum dripping from my cock's 'eye'.

I had only cum once in the two weeks I'd been holding Chrissy and couldn't hold on for a moment longer. So, with a deep, guttural roar, I filled Chrissy's mouth with cum.

Chrissy leant back and opened her mouth to show she had held it all inside her mouth. Chrissy then stood up, still dripping wet, and walked over to the sink to grab the glass I kept for rinsing.

She let the cum in her mouth drop into the cup and then walked back to me, "Can you pee, Sir?" She asked.

Now that I knew what she was doing, I could relax my bladder and fill the rest of the small glass with urine. Chrissy used her toothbrush's handle to stir the cum and urine together. Then, grimacing, she drank it all in one quick swallow. Chrissy showed me the empty glass and opened her mouth to show it was as empty as the glass.

Impressed, I nodded and said, "You're forgiven the second part of your punishment. But it's only suspended, not gone. If you misbehave again, I'll add cleaning my shitty ass with your tongue to whatever else I do to you."

Chrissy lowered her eyes submissively to the floor, "Thank you, Sir," she said quietly.

Chrissy began to rock her right knee back and forth as I watched. She had lifted that leg by bending it and standing on that foot's toes. My research indicated that this action meant that a woman was romantically interested in you or sexually aroused. Chrissy peeked at me through her eyelashes twice as her knee swung back and forth.

"Sir?" She asked. "May I ask for something?"

"No harm in asking," I replied.

"I'm feeling quite slutty and horny. May I be given another orgasm?"

Completely taken aback, I wasn't able to reply immediately.

Chrissy's eyes hit the floor again, "Sorry, Sir, I shouldn't have been so presumptuous as to ask."

"You'll need to go back on the table and cum to nothing but pain and degradation, my, close to being a cock and cum whore," I was eventually able to say.

"Of course, Sir. May I remain free, though, please? I want to use my hands and move freely to have the best chance of having a huge orgasm."

Her earlier orgasm, and the act of completing her punishment, had shown that Chrissy was a long way on her journey to becoming a subjugated pain, cock and cum slut. However, I still thought she was far from being beaten into total submission.

The question was now becoming: Did I want to break her completely?

When I came up with my plan to convince Christina to allow me to kidnap and experiment on her, I thought I would need to. But I was beginning to realise Chrissy may have had much deeper submissive tendencies than I had thought and that she may have become a willing pain and cum slut.

It would be better for everyone, especially Chrissy herself, if that were the route she had chosen to travel down.

"Okay," I informed her. "But remember, you're on your last chance. If you try to attack me in any way, I will send you home and release the videos."

Chrissy nodded and then climbed onto the table.

I watched, fascinated, as she attached one peg to her right nipple and the other to her hooded clitoris.

Chrissy lifted and bent her knees before placing the soles of her feet together, facing each other with her knees now spread wide apart and her sex obscenely displayed. In passing, I noticed she still showed no hair around her pubic area or under her arms. I guessed she must have had everything lasered away at some stage.

Once she had settled herself into place, she said, "Ready, Sir."

To this point, I had started the electrical shocks at a reasonably low level. The only time I hadn't, Chrissy had reacted with arousal to her zapping almost immediately. I decided to start the current on high from the beginning this time.

There was a loud sizzling sound as the current poured into her. This was followed by Chrissy's long, drawn-out moan, "More, please, Sir. More and faster."

Ignoring her pleas, I moved across to insert the twin probes before turning the readers on. Chrissy allowed me to do this without movement or complaint. I looked at the readers. Although the contractions of her quim were only small, they were rhythmical and increasing. Her pussy was already hot and extremely wet.

Trying not to show my surprise, I looked over at Chrissy to see her pinching and squeezing her left tit with two fingers inserted into her cunt. The contraction measuring probe was the thicker of the two probes. Under my gaze, Chrissy took hold of this probe and began to fuck herself with it.

"Pain, please, Sir. I need more pain," Chrissy begged.

Even more surprised, I turned the intensity of the electrical impulses a little higher and reduced the gap between them.

"More, please, Sir. More!" Chrissy pleaded.

I couldn't turn the flow any higher as it would probably kill her, so I turned off the pulses and let the electricity blast continuously into her.

Chrissy's back arched up off the bed into complete rigor. The hand holding the probe was frozen in place, with the probe shoved deep into her cunt. Chrissy was trying to scream, but even her throat was locked by the severity of the electrical charge pouring into her.

I left it on for another five seconds and then turned it off.

Chrissy collapsed flat, but her hips lifted straight back up off the table as she slapped her clitoris, "FUCK YES!" she yelled. "Again!"

I checked the probe readings. Even locked into place by the current, Chrissy had had a massive orgasm. The reader showed her vulva was at 100% wetness, and her quim was shuddering and gripping tightly down on the other probe as an orgasm rocketed through her.

Giving Chrissy another blast as severe as the last would likely cause Chrissy physical damage. The prolonged zapping she had just orgasmed to was close to a lethal charge, so I couldn't risk doing that again.

Moving over to Chrissy's reclined body, I removed the twin probes from her body. Next, I took the peg that had fallen off of Chrissy's clit (She had picked it up with her left hand just before I blasted her) and placed it onto her other nipple.

I took the vibrator and the 'magic wand' out of the drawer and gave them to Chrissy, "Another charge as large as the last one might kill you, girl. Add some pleasure to the pain, and we'll see how we go."

I turned the voltage down a little, and the amperage down a lot, then turned the flow device on again.

Chrissy had already turned on both sex toys and had the vibrator shoved deep into her pussy. The wand she held tightly to her clit.

Leaving the flow to continuous, I turned the device back on. I'd managed to get the current exactly right the first time. Even though there was still a lot of current passing into Chrissy's nipples, it hadn't locked her muscles into rigor.

I could hear the electricity sizzling on Chrissy's nipples, so I moved across to ensure it wasn't burning them. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and the smell of her pussy juices was strong. Chrissy was as aroused as any woman I'd ever been with. Her nipples showed no damage, so I left things as they were.

As I neared her reclined body, Chrissy moaned, "Yes, please, Sir. Fuck your girl. Your little slut needs cock in one of her holes."

My cock, which was already mostly hard from witnessing the erotic spectacle before me, burst into full life. I was so excited, and hard I was sure I'd grown more than my usual 7-inches and was even thicker than normal. I was so excited that, unthinkingly, I almost shoved my dick into Chrissy with the current still coursing through her body. I remembered just in time.

"Cum for me again, then if you're not passed out, I'll fuck you."

"Slap my face, please, Sir."

I open-palm whacked Chrissy across her left cheek, followed by a backhand across her right. The current surged into my hand both times, but the contact was too brief for it to do anything other than cause some minor discomfit.I was pretty shocked at how much pain the electricity must have been causing Chrissy as it flowed unceasingly through her, but all my slaps did was ramp her arousal to close to a fever pitch.

"One more slap, I beg of you, Sir. One more, and I'll cum for sure," Chrissy pleaded.

Instead of slapping her face, I slapped her belly as hard as I could.

"FAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Chrissy yelled. "OMFG! OMFG! OH, MY FUCKING GAWD, I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"

Chrissy thrust three more times up at the wand as her pussy gushed sex fluids before she fainted.

The cover on the table was soaked, Chrissy's inner thighs were covered in her fluids, and Chrissy was drenched with sweat, so I turned the machines off, picked her up and carried her to the shower.

Holding her upright, I dropped my clothes and stepped into the warm water.

Chrissy hadn't come to by the time I had finished washing the sweat and her sex fluids off her, so I carried her across to the bed and lay beside her. I only meant to wait until Chrissy had woken up before tying her securely into the same position as the previous night. But, unfortunately, I fell asleep.

I woke to find the bed empty and Chrissy moving around the shelter. I wasn't too concerned because all she seemed to be doing was stretching and working her muscles free of the cramping the electricity had caused.

As I watched through slitted eyes, breathing deeply and regularly as if I was asleep, Chrissy walked across to the electrical flow device.

Unbelievably, Chrissy attached a peg to her left nipple. Then, with the other peg in her hand, Chrissy inspected the machine's dials before turning them down.

Chrissy held the second peg to her clitoris before turning the flow on. There was a low rumble as the power flowed into her clit and nipple.

"Hmmmm," she moaned. Then, taking the peg off her clit and turning the dial higher, she ran the peg up and down her slit and circled it back and forth around her clitoris. "Oh, yes," she groaned quietly as her hips slowly moved forwards and back.

Still maintaining my slow deep breathing, I watched as Chrissy slowly brought herself to an intense orgasm.

Panting softly, Chrissy attached the peg she was holding to her right nipple, braced herself against the gynae table then turned the dials way up.

I exploded out of bed and raced across to her. I thought Chrissy had decided to commit suicide by electrocution. But, before I could get to her, she flicked the 'on' switch.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" She screamed. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! FUCK, THAT'S SO GOOD!"

Shocked, I stumbled to a stop and watched as Chrissy blasted through three or four pussy squirting orgasms before passing out. I was able to turn the device off and catch her before her body hit the floor.

By my watch, it was nearly 3.00 am. Because of how I'd been working on breaking Chrissy, I hadn't had much sleep myself over the last 16 days. Stupidly, with Chrissy still unbound, I fell asleep again.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep before I felt Chrissy over me. Scared that I had fallen so deeply asleep that she had had time to wheel the electrical flow device over to me, I maintained my breathing to a sleeping level and slit my eyes open to watch her.

Chrissy wasn't trying to do anything to disable me. Instead, she was fixated on my cock and masturbating. It was her heavy breathing that had woken me up. Her mouth was very close to the head of my cock, and her breaths were warm over it. Chrissy tried to stifle a deep moan as she thrust two fingers into her pussy and thumbed her clit. Shuddering, Chrissy opened her mouth and took my cock into it.

Still pretending to be asleep, I raised my hands to her head and guided her mouth up and down my cock. The improvement in Chrissy's cock sucking skills was amazing. She had me on the brink of an intense orgasm in only a brief period.

Wanting to test those skills, I moved my hands to the back of her head and shoved her hard down on my thick cock. It slid over her tongue and down the back of her throat easily. When her lips hit my pelvis, Chrissy sealed her lips around the base of my shaft and sucked firmly.

Chrissy began pumping my shaft by sucking hard and pushing her tongue tightly against my cock's frenulum.

It was awesome!

Groaning vociferously, I came deliciously into Chrissy's mouth.

Chrissy stood up, moved to the sink, picked up the glass, and then spat my cum into it.

I was about to admonish her for not swallowing when she said, "You want me to like being degraded, Sir, so I'm going to pour your cum back into my mouth. Then I want you to pee in my mouth. I'll mix it in there, then swallow.

If I do, may I be rewarded?"

"That would depend on what reward you want, little one," I replied.

"I want to be left unbound for the rest of our time together. I want you to trust me and allow me to sleep in the bed with you untied."

"You ask too much, little miss chrissy," I answered. "I doubt you've given up on exacting some revenge on me for training you into a pain-loving, cock sucking slut."

Chrissy looked at me steadily, then surprised me with, "There are two more rooms in this shelter, aren't there, Sir? Suppose you empty everything I could use to attack you out of one of the rooms and put an interior combination latch and lock on the door. In that case, you can be sure I won't try and do something stupid.

Please, Sir. I'm finding more and more every day that I want to be that cum loving pain slut you're turning me into. So, regardless of what you want me to do, I want to at least try and do it. And, me showing you that I am yours, body, mind, and soul, seems to be the logical first step. How can I do that if you don't trust me?"

"Trust is earned, miss chrissy."

"Please give me a chance to earn it, Sir," she begged.

I thought through every scenario I could imagine. In the end, it came down to this. Physically, I was way stronger than her. I'd keep her naked to ensure she couldn't secrete a weapon. I planned on fucking every one of her three love holes, so she wouldn't be able to hide anything internally.

I couldn't see how Chrissy could do anything to escape, so I agreed, "Okay. Understand that you remain on your last chance. If you make any attempt to escape, disable, or hurt me, you go home, and I make a lot of money selling your videos."

With her eyes firmly on the ground, Chrissy said, "I understand, Sir. I promise not to do anything that will cause you to be disappointed with me."

''Could I have done it?' I wondered. 'Could I have broken her into a cock and cum loving pain slut?'

I didn't want to permanently hurt or damage Chrissy. I wanted to take her home a total cum loving cock whore. And I didn't want to ruin my brother's marriage by releasing the videos.

With this in mind, I told her to swallow the cum in the glass, undid the zipper to my shorts, took my cock out, and instructed her to tip her head back and open her mouth. Chrissy was quick to obey. Then, releasing my bladder, I filled her mouth with piss.

As she had promised, Chrissy swirled the urine around her mouth, mixing it with the cum before swallowing it all. This time, she didn't even grimace.

Wanting to test her willingness to be degraded, I said, "Lie in the shower. I'm going to piss on your face. You may masturbate as I do."

"Yes, Sir," was her response as she walked over to the shower.

"You may close your eyes if you need to, my little piss-drinking slut," I informed her. "But if you turn your head away or put your hands up to deflect the flow, I will punish you."

"Ready, Sir," was Chrissy's only response.

Holding my rapidly hardening cock I released my flow over her. Unbidden, Chrissy opened her mouth and let my stream flow into it. She did push most of it back out, something I would have to train her not to do later, but she did drink quite a lot as well.

As my flow slowed, Chrissy asked me to "Piss on my clit, please, Sir. I want to try and cum as you piss on me."

Chrissy squeezed her breasts hard before taking a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pulling them viciously. A low moan escaped her as she did. Then, as my wee coursed over her pudenda, Chrissy shoved two fingers into her pussy and placed her thumb on her clit.

By the time my flow had finished, Chrissy hadn't quite managed to pop over the edge into orgasm. From her moans, she was very close but couldn't quite get there.

During our time together, at this stage, I would step in and do something to send Chrissy crashing over the edge into orgasm. This time, I waited to see what she would do. Would she give up and pretend to orgasm, ask me for help, or do something for herself?

"May I eat your ass, please, Sir?" Chrissy requested.

Surprised, I hesitated.

"Please, Sir."

I carefully cupped my balls up and out of the way, then straddled her head before lowering my ass onto her upturned face. Chrissy's wet and warm tongue felt fucking awesome on my taint and even better on my ass' ring.

My personal hygiene is always good, but I didn't have wet wipes because I'd forgotten to purchase more. Also, I hadn't showered since the last time I'd gone to the toilet, so I'm sure Chrissy had to clean my ass and not just tongue it.

Having her do such a disgusting degrading act to me had me hotter than I can ever remember. So I grabbed her under the armpits, lifted her, turned her and then shoved her brutally against the shower wall.

With her tits crushed against the wall, I lifted Chrissy high enough to push the head of my cock against her starfish. Biting her where her neck met her shoulder, I shoved my cock through her sphincter and deep into her ass.

I was rough, brutal and uncaring as I snarled, "Take it like the arse licking, cum guzzling, piss drinking, dirty fucking slut you are," in response to her muted squeal.

I expected Chrissy to just take it. Unmoving but unwilling to test me by complaining. Instead, she orgasmed almost immediately. I would have thought it was fake to prevent me from hurting her more, but her pussy juices poured out of her and over my balls.

"Hurt me, Sir," she almost demanded. "Hurt me more, and I will cum harder."

I grabbed her hands and stretched Chrissy up against the shower wall before slamming my cock into her arse as hard as possible. Then, grabbing a handful of her hair, I bit Chrissy's earlobe and pulled back with my teeth.

"OH, GAWD! OH, GAWD! OH, MY FARKING GAWD!" Chrissy screamed as her womanly cum squirted from her pussy and over my thighs. "Smack my ass, please, Sir. Smack me hard!"

With my body holding Chrissy against the wall and off the ground, I couldn't do as Chrissy asked, so I slid my hand between her body and the wall and onto her clitoris. Then, biting and pulling back on her ear, I roughly fingered her clit before pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.

I roughly fucked Chrissy in this position through four or five more orgasms before Chrissy begged me to "Pull out of my ass and let me swallow your cum, please, Master,"

No sooner had I moved back far enough for Chrissy to drop off my rampantly turgid cock than Chrissy was on her knees and guiding the thick mushroom head of my rock-hard penis into her mouth. Without even a hitch this time, Chrissy swallowed my entire length, wrapped her lips firmly around the base, and then began sucking firmly and insistently.

I doubt if I could have stopped, even if I wanted to. With a loud roar and clenching of my dick and ass, I exploded semen into her mouth.

"Fuck me, you're damned good at that now, my little whore!" I exclaimed as I shot load after load down her throat.

Chrissy swallowed it all with apparent relish. She knelt before me, looking up appealingly. As I watched, tears filled her eyes, and she threw her arms convulsively around my knees and pressed her tear-streamed face against my thighs.

"What have you done to me?" She wailed. "I don't even like dick, let alone cum, in my mouth. I only do it as a special favour for my lover, and I never let them cum in my mouth!"

"Trained you well," I responded. "Are you satiated, or is your cunt still throbbing?"

Sobs wracked her body before she moved her head away from my thighs and looked up at me again, "I need to cum so badly, Sir. Even having you almost dry fucking my ass isn't enough pain for me to be satisfied anymore. I need more. It seems like I need to be hurt to the point of passing out before my pussy says enough."

"It's not your pussy craving more. It's your mind. You know that, right?"

"Yes, but it's my cunt that throbs, not my mind."

"Your cunt, little miss chrissy?"

"That's what you're teaching me, isn't it? I'm not a person. Not a woman. I'm a cock and cum receptacle and nothing more. I don't have breasts, a bottom, or a pussy. I have tits, an arse, and a cunt. I'm not a lover, just something to be used to get yourself off on."

"I think you're ready for your final lesson, little one," I informed her.

"I don't think my body or mind can handle much more abuse, Sir," Chrissy replied.

"That's not the lesson, my little whore."

"Then what is the lesson, if I may ask, Sir?"

"You need to learn that Christina Templeton is still who you are for 90% of your life and that 'little miss chrissy cock, pain and cum slut' is who you are when your owner and Master say you are. In other words, we now have to rebuild part of what you were whilst keeping little miss chrissy just underneath the thin veneer, ready to come out whenever she is called."

"I don't understand, Sir. So you've broken me down only to rebuild me again?"

"You could say it like that, I guess. But I could never have created 'little miss chrissy' without destroying Christina first."

"Aren't you scared I'll revert to my old ways?"

"If you do, you'll be visiting here again. For more training, and it'll be even more likely that I release the videos and send copies to your father and Bruce."

"Why the change? You've consistently told me that I needed to be totally broken. Well, congratulations, I have been. I've come to understand that I want to be the cock and cum loving submissive slut you're turning me into. But now you're saying you want me to be as I was, except loving pain, cock and cum?"

"It was always the plan, but I never believed you would break. Plus, you had to be convinced that the only way out of here was to break down and become what you thought I wanted you to be."

"Now what?" She asked.

"You asked to remain untied and to sleep with me unbound. So this is how we're going to do that: We're going to live as a loving couple, except when I decide I want to, or you beg me to, we will play pain and torture games. You will talk to me like you love me, treat me like I'm your man, and act like you're a loving wife, and I will do the same with you.

But when I say something like, 'Up on the table, my little cock whore,' or, 'On your knees, little miss chrissy,' then you know that Christina is gone, and you're nothing except a vessel for me to empty my fluids into."

"I think I understand, Sir. I will do my best to please you."

"Good girl. Now, are you still horny?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Up on the table, then."

Chrissy was quickly in place. As her legs spread, I could see she wasn't exaggerating when she said she was horny. She was very horny by the amount of moisture already flowing from her cunt.

Taking some rope out of a cupboard, I tied Chrissy's shins to her thighs and then her hands to her shins. This had her spread lewdly and helplessly, completely unable to stop me from doing whatever I wanted to her.

Changing the rubberised plastic double-headed dildo on the fucking machine for a double-headed aluminium one, I guided the device in front of Chrissy's ass. I moved it forwards until the first two inches of each head were inside her.

Instead of watching me fearfully as she had when I first took her, Chrissy watched my activities avidly. The smell of her arousal was strong in the air, and she moaned in desire as the dildo slid partway into her ass and pussy.

By the time I was ready to attach the electrified clothes pegs, Chrissy was already humping up at the dildo and groaning lustily. The first peg I attached to her left nipple, the other I held carefully by the rubber grips I had put on them so I could handle them safely.

Turning to the dials, I set the current relatively high, but the amperage low, then turned the fucking machine on at a low speed and watched as it drove relentlessly forwards into Chrissy's ass and pussy. She gave a slight grunt of pleasure as the dildo was forced through her knot by the machine's unstoppable motion.

Once Chrissy started climbing towards her first orgasm, I began touching the peg I was holding onto the base of the dildo. This sent a sharp shock deep into Chrissy's arse and cunt.

When the first shock hit, Chrissy almost screamed, "Fuck!" She followed that with, "OH! OH! FUCK, YES! MORE! I NEED MORE!" Chrissy was fucking up at the invading dildo in a frenzy, "Faster, please, Sir. Make it fuck me harder and faster, please?"

I was amazed at how big a pain slut I had turned Chrissy into in just three weeks. Well, less than three, actually. I found myself gazing at her almost lovingly. I brought myself up harshly. This was the 'Stockholm Syndrome' scenario raising its ugly head again. I was not going to 'fall in love' with my captive, as it may still turn out that this was all still a ruse.

Holding the peg against the dildo for longer and longer periods, I soon had Chrissy screaming her way through continuous orgasms. Fluids were pouring so quickly from her quim that the table cover sheet was already soaked. Chrissy's hair was plastered to her scalp as her orgasms ripped through her.

I finished this session by holding the peg against the dildo and letting the current blast through her until Chrissy passed out with one last screeched orgasmic explosion.

After undoing and removing the ropes tying her hands and shins together, I turned the power down to a low buzz. Then I pulled the dildo from Chrissy's ass and turned it, so the ass probe was positioned against her clitoris. Finally, I left it humming against there.

Even unconscious, Chrissy's mind and body began to react to the low-grade pain stimulation she was receiving. The first sign was the soft moans that started issuing from her mouth. The second was how Chrissy began thrusting her hips up at the fake cock in her pussy and forcing her clitoris harder against the probe.

Chrissy rose from her passed-out slumber and found my eyes with hers, "You play me like a violin, Sir. I'm so aroused right now I'd do anything to cum again."

"You're not bound in any way, my little slut," I reminded her. "Do what you need to do to orgasm."

"May I have the flow dials moved close enough for me to reach, and will you please hand me the magic wand?"

I did the things she wanted.

Once the dials were within reach, Chrissy attached the second peg to her other nipple and then turned the voltage higher than I would have before setting it to pulse. The gap between shocks was around the five-second mark, and the duration of each shock was around two to three seconds.

Chrissy's back would arch from the bed as the electricity caused her muscles to contract violently. In between shocks, Chrissy held the wand against her clitoris until the next pulse had her arched back again.

Watching Chrissy torture herself through orgasm after orgasm was fucking awesome. I stripped all my clothes off, took my thick 7-inch tool in my hand, and pulled vigorously on it as I took in the spectacle in front of me.

Nearing that delicious point of no return, I quickly moved across to Chrissy to unload onto her face. Chrissy licked her lips and moaned as she watched me tugging on my cock.Between shocks, Chrissy pleaded, "Cum on your slut's face, please, Sir. Squirt your liquid goo over me, and I'll cum with you."

Hearing this sent me rocketing over the edge. Then, with a deep and savage grunt, I started spurting semen in thick ropes over Chrissy's pretty face.

Readers, this woman bears a startling resemblance to Mila Kunis. Can you imagine how delightful it would be to cover that beautiful face with loads of your cum? My orgasm was as intense as any I'd ever had. My spitting cock juice onto her face sent Chrissy into another round of screaming orgasms.

As I came on her, visions of doing this to Mila Kunis flashed through my fevered imagination. I hardly softened at all, so I pushed the fucking machine out of the way and then turned the electricity off.

Knowing, or maybe hoping for, what I was going to do, Chrissy lifted her hips off the bed and presented her pucker hole for my cock to enter.

Grabbing a handful of each of her tits, I bent my knees until I felt the head of my cock slide into place against Chrissy's rosebud. Then, staring deeply into her eyes, I pulled viciously downwards on her breasts as I slammed all seven thick inches of my dick deep into her already gaped arse.

Chrissy's head tossed back, and she screamed as my rigidly hard tool split her knot and dove far into her unlubricated rear fuck hole. It wasn't a scream of agony or even pain, though. Instead, it was a scream of pure lust.

"Fuck me hard, my big beautiful owner," Chrissy yelled. "Make me cum on your big cock. Take my dirt fuck hole and make it your own."

My mind rejoiced. I'd done it. I'd taken a stuck-up, snotty, rich bitch and made her my personal fuck toy. I'd proven my theories that pain and pleasure were opposite sides of the same coin and that they could be mashed together into one.

After six more days of intense and beautifully painful, for Chrissy, fucking, I gave Chrissy her clothes back and then took her home.

We had spent a good part of every one of our remaining days walking around my property, so Chrissy was deeply tanned and had lost a little weight. She looked even more beautiful than usual. She smiled easily and now had a refreshing modesty to her demeanour.

As I dropped her back at the airport so she could call her driver to pick her up and take her home, I gave her the shock collar and its remote, "Wear the collar and hand the remote to Bruce when you get home. Tell him you've been reading 'The Story of 'O'' and want to try being 'O'. As you do this, lower your eyes and say, 'Please, Sir'.

That story is one of my brother's favourites, so he'll know what to do."

"Just like that, huh?" Chrissy replied. "After all we've done together, you hand me back to your brother like I'm a package to be delivered to the correct address?"

"Yes," I replied. "I love you, Chrissy. I really do. But it's a love born of our isolation together. Rape and violence aren't a sound basis to start a relationship. You're married to Bruce, and I know you love him, so go back to what you had.

I don't want to go through the charade of kidnapping you and 're-educating' you, but I will if you regress. I doubt you'll ever change if you revert, so I will regretfully release the videos and destroy your marriage."

I didn't hear anything from Chrissy for almost a month. Every time my doorbell rang, I expected it to be the cops arresting me. But Chrissy kept her promise and hadn't said anything to anyone.

Out of the blue, Chrissy called my cell, "I need to see you," were her first words to me since we had parted.

"Bad idea," I replied. "What we had, what we did, how we felt, is done. There's no going back."

"It isn't that," she stated. "I'm outside your door. Let me in."

Surprised, I opened the door. Chrissy swept in.

"I'm pregnant," she informed me as soon as I had closed the door.

"Congratulations," I said, wondering why she was telling me this.

"It's yours," came next.

'Fuck!' I thought.

I had thought of everything, it seems, except that Chrissy was still fertile. And I hadn't done anything to prevent her from getting pregnant. I hadn't even thought of it.

"Your father will be pleased. Bruce will be ecstatic," I replied noncommittedly.

"How am I supposed to explain that I've been home only three weeks but seven weeks pregnant?"

"Did you fuck Bruce in the week before I grabbed you?"

"Yes. He insists on getting some the night before I leave. I don't mind because one of my girlfriends will almost always eat me out the morning we get there, and it's pretty hot knowing they're eating stale cum out of my pussy."

"Then tell everyone you'd gone off the pill hoping you and Bruce could have a baby by the time you got back, and you must've gotten pregnant the week before you went away."

Chrissy's face crumpled, and she began to sob, "I thought, once you knew we were having a baby, you'd want me to divorce Bruce and marry you."

"How are things with Bruce? Has he stepped up and become your Dominant?"

Chrissy looked at me with tear-filled eyes, "He's doing well. He's not as intense as you and hasn't gotten near my pain threshold yet, but he's being assertive and dominant. It's good. Dad is pleased with my changes, so that's good. Plus, he promoted Bruce and brought him into his senior council.

It's just ..." She stumbled to a stop.

I gave her a small smile, "Speak, little miss chrissy. What's the worst that happens? I torture you if I'm displeased with your question ...?"

"Would you torture me, please, Sir? I need it so badly." She interrupted.

"No, little one. That part is done. You belong to Bruce, and that's it. What I did to you, what we had, is over."

Chrissy dropped to her knees in front of me, and before I could figure out what she was doing, she had my shorts around my ankles and my cock in her mouth.

"Hmm," she moaned around it. Letting it slide out, she added, "So much bigger and thicker than your brother's. I've missed having it inside me."

I couldn't resist. Roaring, I grabbed Chrissy by her tits and pulled her up from her knees. Then I grabbed her throat and pushed her backwards until her knees hit the edge of the sofa, and she fell onto it.

Hoisting her dress above her hips, I tore her panties off, lifted and spread her legs by her ankles before pushing them back over her head.

With her sex now lewdly open to me, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vulva before shoving it forcefully into her.

"Fuck, yes, Sir!" Chrissy yelled. "Do your slut like only you know how."

Chrissy wrapped her legs around my upper thighs, and every time I slammed into her, she would pull me in with her calves and shove her pudenda up at me as hard as she could.

Mauling her tits and slapping her face sent Chrissy launching into a series of screamingly loud orgasmic eruptions. Her pussy juices squirted deliciously over my pubic bone and down over my balls as I fucked her through numerous back-to-back orgasms.

I'm not sure how long I lasted before I felt that 'rocket on the launchpad' feeling you get when your balls are contracting up against your shaft and your ass sphincter starts clenching in anticipation of you cumming hard into a welcoming pussy. But it wasn't long.

"Take it all, my darling fucking whore," I nonsensically moaned as I unloaded bucket after bucket into her.

We both collapsed into each other and held each other tight.

"We can't do this, Chrissy. I can't and won't do this to Bruce or Milla. You're his life. I won't do it."

"I know, Master," Chrissy replied. "I think I have a solution, though. I take regular weekend trips with friends, so Bruce expects me to be away. Milla has always fancied Bruce. I will encourage her to come on to Bruce and let him know Milla wants him. I'll encourage Bruce to take her. That will give us every second weekend to play. Then, once a year, I'll go to Cancun, as I usually do, except I'll spend that month in the shelter with you."

This was news to me, but I couldn't see why Christina would tell such an easily caught lie if it wasn't. Milla and I had discussed Bruce and Christina many times, so I knew Milla was at least sympathetic to Bruce's position. Ultimately, I wanted the BDSM and rough sex relationship with my 'little miss christina', so I agreed to Christina's plan.

It's been two years now, and it's all working out rather well. Chrissy had the baby and is pregnant again. There's a pretty good chance this one is mine, too.

The End.