Bacon, Idolatry and other such Sacrilege.

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.

Chapter 6: Baking the Proverbial Bun

In the days following Bianca's initial "breaking in" it became customary for me to use her cunt during every meal. I didn't want Ashley to miss any of her friend’s facial expressions as I pounded my cock into her and I knew mealtimes would always grant me undivided attention. 

Bianca's many expressions varied greatly but were usually some combination of humiliation, disgust and, eventually, even pleasure. At first she tried to remain silent and hide the fact that she was being used as a fuckdoll and I assumed it was mostly for the benefit of Ashley. This was amusing for a while but I soon decided to let the cat out of the bag. 

It was then that I began replacing her daily dose of Vicodin with 175mg of MDMA (Ecstasy). I made no mention of it but I'm sure she noticed right away as she attempted to fight off the effects by remaining silent. However, it wasn't long before her silence turned to grunts, grunts into long sighs, and finally, long sighs into whorish moans. 

During those times, Ashley became catatonically traumatized and would retreat into a state of severe shock. It had been several weeks since I destroyed her cunt and in that time I had not again attempted to penetrate any of her tender holes. I did however taunt her and Bianca with the continuing threat that I would be raping her very, very soon. I wanted them living in the constant fear that it would happen at any moment.

Of course Ashley's reprieve was only temporary. In reality I was only waiting for her tattered cunt to heal completely before moving on to my more sinister master plan. 

After six weeks of almost constant insemination, it occurred to me that Bianca had not bled and I was noticing a slight increase in her appetite. I had suspected she had conceived as a result of the first few copulations but hadn't yet made any attempt to confirm her condition. For some reason, as I gathered all the medical supplies I thought I would need, it never occurred to me to include any sort of pregnancy tests so it became necessary to make another supply run.

Upon my return, I poured a 20oz Pepsi into Bianca's water bowl and instructed her to drink every drop. It did not require much coaxing. After several weeks of nothing but blandness the soda must have tasted like nectar of the gods. After seeing her lick the last few drops from the bowl I placed a clean bucket on the floor between her legs, sat down at my desk and awaited the inevitable and I suspected I wouldn't be waiting long. 

After about 45 minutes I heard the familiar, hollow sound of water splashing down into a deep, plastic container as she finally emptied the contents of her bladder.

I walked over and watched the splattering stream of piss as it sprayed outward splashing down into the bucket as well as coating the backs of her legs and floor. 

"Such a filthy little beast" I thought to myself as my cock started to stiffen at the sight. I reached down to adjust myself and decided it would be best to focus on the objective at hand. I returned to my desk with the bucket and proceeded to open one of the pregnancy tests. The instructions were pretty cut and dry and it only took a moment to complete the procedure.

I placed the test on the desktop and watched for a few moments until the little blue cross formed in the window. 

Positive.

My suspicions were made a certainty and I had absolutely no idea how to proceed with this new revelation. I sat back in my chair rubbing my temples as I tried to come up with some kind of plan. I started asking myself questions along the lines of practicality. 

"How long until she gives birth? She must have conceived in the last 3 to 4 weeks. It's April now so October? What about an abortion? No...I can't perform that procedure. What about birth for that matter? I don't know ho...I can learn...I can watch videos and read up. What all will I ne...I'll find out in the videos. Fuck! What will I do with the baby??? I could find someone...a couple maybe...who can't have children of their...no. They would ask too many questions. What can I...SAFE-HAVEN LAW!!! Eureka!"

I decided that I would let things happen naturally. I would learn the basics of what to expect and how to birth the child into the world and after that, I would take the infant to a Fire Department somewhere far away from here and leave it on their doorstep. I had absolutely no intentions of keeping any newborn babies around distracting me from my work. It also occurred to me that by forcing Bianca to endure pregnancy throughout her ordeal and the subsequent birth of a rape baby would only serve my purposes that much more.

Having worked all the details out I looked over at my property; two black asses waiting to be conquered and I was in dire need of stress relief. After a bit of thought I decided that a little bit of congratulatory fucking was in order.

I walked over to Ashley and visually inspected her cunt as best I could without spreading her apart and rooting around. I didn’t want to alert her to my presence just yet; not until I had gathered everything I would need to implement her new purpose. I knew once this began it would forever change interactions between the three of us.

I walked to the supply cage and uncovered the machine I had used weeks ago to destroy Ashley’s tiny cunt. Before I returned it to storage I sanitized every component and covered it in plastic to prevent any kind of contamination. Piece by piece I transferred it back to the mount behind Ashley’s bare ass and reassembled it. Lastly I recovered the dildo from its storage bin and re-mounted it to the piston head. By this time Ashley had detected my presence and had began to hyperventilate. This in turn alerted Bianca that I was definitely up to something.

They were both correct in their assumption but couldn’t have possibly guessed exactly what perversions I had in mind or how this act would change things forever.

After setting up the fucking-machine I returned to the equipment cage and retrieved several large sized boxes labeled “Carejoy.” This of course was my industrial electric bovine milking machine. 

Ashley was tiny when I captured her and after weeks of barely eating she had dropped down to under 100 lbs. Her almost non existent breasts were barely more than mosquito bites tipped with pencil eraser sized nipples. Her rib cage and spinal column clearly showed through her skin now and if Bianca had been able to see her boney and emaciated body I’m sure the remainder of her spirits would have been completely crushed.

This was, of course, all very planned out. The next phase would transform her entire body to my desired specifications but would require a strict regiment of drugs, calorie intake and stimulation.

In order to rectify her extreme weight loss, increase her breast size, stimulate lactation, create sexual desire and increase fertility I concocted a cocktail of drugs including Dronabinal, Somatotropin, Provestra, Clomiphene as well as a dash of MDMA, THC and Valium. The Dronabinal combined with the THC would serve to increase her appetite exponentially whereas the Somatotropin would increase the volume of her breasts and stimulate milk production. The Provestra would increase her natural ability to self lubricate and could possibly serve to create sexual desire. The Valium of course was to relax her so that I could carry out the stimulation process.

The plan was to turn Ashley into my fat, disgusting, sex-crazed little fuck-piggy.

I completed the assembly of the milking apparatus and was preparing to inject Ashley with her first round of drugs. I checked their IV ports regularly and always kept them sanitized, cleaning and replacing components regularly as needed. I had inspected Ashley’s port before inserting the syringe and depressing the plunger. As I did, I leaned toward Ashley’s hidden head and whispered to her loud enough she could hear me.

“You’re going to feel this bitch.”

Ashley’s body tensed up as soon as my words entered her ears. 30 seconds later she went almost completely limp. Her crying stopped and her breathing became relaxed. She made short mewing sounds but they didn’t seem fearful at all. The drugs were taking effect.

Now it was time to implement the stimulation processes. I ran the tubing from the milking unit under Ashley’s torso, switched on the suction and fastened the apparatus to each of her nipples. They were much larger than they needed to be at the moment and fit almost completely around her areola. 

Ashley immediately started to panic and scream and Bianca chimed in soon after.

“What are you doing to her?!? Stop it!! Please leave her alone!!! Not her..please please please not her!!!” she pleaded.

There were no discernible words from Ashley but then again she had completely stopped using intelligible language after the water hose incident.

I ignored both of them and set to work adjusting the fucking-machine. I grabbed the dildo and hand cranked the piston extender to its maximum extension. I then opened a fresh bottle of personal lubricant and squirted it all down the crack of Ashley’s ass. I began working it into her slit and cunt with my bare fingers.

This sensation caused Ashley to completely stiffen up. Her breathing stopped and there were no more noises coming from inside the box except Bianca’s infernal and frantic begging. I needed to do something about that as quickly as possible and I planned to inject her with a healthy dose of MDMA just as soon as I finished setting up Ashley. Once her cunt was well lubed I repeated the process with the dildo and then began to force it inside her.

Surprisingly she didn’t make a sound nor did she fight it. The drugs were well worked into her system by now and I was quite sure I could do anything I wanted without resistance. I pushed the dildo as far in as it would go reaching bottom after only 4 inches. I knew this would change in time but I could make other adjustments as needed. After insertion I moved the base of the unit to match her depth and fastened it to the floor. Then I took two new chains and fastened them to the previously unused eye hooks in the floor beneath her and harness above. This forced her into a permanent arch and would prevent her from being able to move away from the constant fucking.

I stepped back and looked at my creation. An evil smile crept across my face. I looked at the power setting and set the cycle to 50 rpm; the lowest setting. Then I switched on the machine and watched as the rubber cock fucked in and out of her slowly and steadily as the milking machine milked her tiny little breasts continuously. This would be her life from now on; 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

I walked around to Bianca who had gone from hysterical to catatonic by now. I held the syringe of MDMA in my hand not yet ready to set it down. After all, I hadn’t even announced the happy news yet and that was sure to get a rise out of her. I leaned over her body as I positioned my cock to enter her. She had become used to this now and didn’t budge. She was becoming well conditioned.

“Congratulations fucktoy” I whispered. “You’re going to be a mommy.”

As I spoke I reached down with the syringe and injected the entire dosage into her port. I had expected a whole new round of hysterics but all I got was silent sobbing. Instead of disappointment I was filled with pride. It seemed in that moment she was a fully conquered bitch. I shoved my fully erect cock deep inside her and began describing to her in detail all of the wonderful things that were happening to her friend just across from her.

I fucked her nice and slow until she passed out; probably from the combination of drugs and high emotion.

However, that did not keep me from pounding her cunt.

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.

Chapter 5: Purpose

I remember waking up from a strange dream sitting at my desk. The memory of it left before I could even recall what it was about but the eeriness of it lingered. I looked over at the monitors not surprised to see that Ashley was still sleeping. After her ordeal I had given her another dose of propofol to silence her incessant moaning. Bianca silently watched over her as tears streamed down her face. She looked as if she had been engaged in deep, careful thought; more than likely plotting my demise. 

I must have fallen asleep right after cleaning up but I had no recollection of even sitting down. I had no idea what time it was as there were no clocks and my cell phone was upstairs. I hadn't been sleeping much since I brought them into my cellar and couldn't even recall the last time I had left the barn for any reason. I knew, however, that I'd have to make a supply run soon as my own personal food stores were slowly dwindling. 

The nagging urgency of my bladder let me know that I had to piss badly and I needed to get up and head toward the toilet immediately. But as I stood up to do so I glanced across the room toward Bianca's bare, brown ass and a very filthy thought entered my mind. With a devilish grin, I walked over to her and without warning I unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock and immediately let loose a strong and steady stream of hot, golden piss right down the crack of her little round ass.

"W..what are y..NOOOO..STOP..y..you c..aaaaaeeeeee..."

Her objection trailed off into loud sobbing. She had started to say "you can't" but I think she realized that I COULD...and more importantly...that I WOULD. I knew then, that sometime in the very near future, she would be completely broken.

As I shook the last few drops of piss from my cock another desire replaced my need to urinate. Looking down at her bare, piss soaked ass I began to stiffen. Up until now I had not used either of them to satisfy my own sexual release. This was definitely one of the reasons I abducted them but somehow I had become so immersed in the psychological aspect that I'd forgotten about my own needs.

I stroked my shaft until I reached my full state of erection. I'm not a huge man, but I'm certainly not small. I'm seven inches long but what I lack in length I more than make up for in girth. It didn't take long to reach full arousal and my cock was now throbbing in my hand.

As I positioned myself behind Bianca, she immediately clenched her ass in resistance.

"No...please God no...please please please no."

If she had only known how much her begging fed into my arousal she might have kept quiet.

"This is going to happen. You will either stop fighting it or I'll choose another hole."

I was very nonchalant in my tone but I meant every word. I wanted to use her cunt but if she struggled much more I'd make her sorry for it by ripping her tight little asshole open. I think she knew exactly what I meant because she stopped resisting and arched her back in such a way that presented her breeding hole at a much more easily accessible angle. One might even be convinced she wanted it willingly if one didn't already know any better.

I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit trying to find her natural lubrication but she was clearly not aroused and for some reason this turned me on beyond belief. In my experience with voluntary slaves I never once had encountered this issue. They had always been aroused and willing which may have been one of the factors leading up to my boredom with them. This was a brand new feeling. This was rape.

Rape.

I had role played rape scenarios hundreds of times with many different women but it had never once been real. It's impossible to rape the willing. 

This is true.

But you can certainly rape the unwilling. I smiled at the thought.

I thought about using lube but that was too clinical and too sterile for this new sensation pulsing through my veins. This called for something simple and vile.

I had already began salivating at the initial thought of violating her most sacred of holes and I could think of no better way to lubricate her dry, unwilling cunt. I bent down and spat out a healthy wad of my spittle directly onto her twat; generously coating her cuntlips. I used my cock to work it into her folds and without any further preparation I forced myself deep inside her all in one swift stroke.

"Uhggghoooeeeeeeee...NO NO NO!!! Fu...you..bast...fu..ugghhhh..go..damn..yo..."

The disgusted, hate filled sound of her voice excited me to no end. 

After the initial penetration I remained still for a moment; deep inside her. It was made very clear by her tightness that she hadn't been penetrated in a very, very long time; possibly not ever...at least not by a real cock anyway. It gripped me in a way I had not felt in ages. It was tight, yes, but so incredibly and impossibly hot as well; as if all her fiery hatred for me had been concentrated right inside her cunt in that singular moment. The feverish heat made my cock twitch and I began easing it backward. The way it held onto me felt like dragging terrycloth across Velcro. Once halfway out I began to slowly fuck her. She made very little sound and what noise I did hear sounded like painful grunts. Contrary to popular erotic fiction, they don't start enjoying it halfway through. I was delighted by this.

In my state of arousal I knew I wouldn't last long. I was so wrapped up in the moment that it never occurred to me that I should pull out. I wasn't thinking long term. I don't even think I considered her human at that point so therefore how could she possibly conceive? She was just property; my own personal fuck-meat. Not a woman and certainly not a genetically compatible female. Sexual arousal has a bad habit of getting in the way of rational thought and that is precisely what happened in that moment. I shoved my cock as far up inside her as I could and let out a long, deep and furious roar as I emptied every last drop of my pent up sexual aggression deep inside her burning cunt; unknowingly inseminating my property and altering the future of my project.

Looking back I'm not sure that I would have changed anything even if I had realized the implications of the act. It was unrehearsed. It was primal.

It was real.

Once you've experienced real there is no going back. Nothing less than this would ever feel authentic. Nothing less would ever satisfy me again.

I pulled my cock from her cunt and a large gob of my seed fell onto the floor beneath her. I sat down behind her and just watched as her freshly stretched hole slowly leaked my semen. I was mesmerized. 

Little by little the realizations of possible outcomes started to seep into my mind. For each one I devised a solution and it didn't take long before my concern transformed into mere afterthought. I didn't care anymore. I was ready for anything and the possibilities became endless.

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.

Chapter 4: Violation

Over the years of their captivity, much of what I've learned about physical tolerance and actual human limitations has come from trial and error. For example, the maximum capacity of the large intestine is roughly 2 quarts. When filled to capacity, the sphincter can hold back the outflow for approximately 3 minutes unassisted. The use of an anal plug can extend that period by a factor of 5. Usually after 15 minutes the subject is in so much pain and discomfort that she will rip open her anus trying to forcibly expel the plug and contents of her colon. All of this, of course, has been video documented for future reference material.

My library is full to the brim with such gems. I devised hundreds of experiments based on my theories and ideas over the first few months and recorded each and every one. Seeing all of their varied initial responses and reactions was like witnessing the birth of a child and each new discovery felt like what I can only describe as a religious experience. For the first time ever, I felt as if my life finally held meaning; I had found my true calling.

I think I arrived at that specific epiphany the morning after the delightful garden hose incident. Up until that moment the reality of my new life hadn't taken hold. I suddenly realized then that I could do absolutely anything I wanted to them without any of the limitations imposed on me while using voluntary slaves. These two cunts were now my property and the only limits were that of my wildly perverted and vast imagination.

I waited a few hours after I finished cleaning up to bring them their next meal. Nothing fancy like before; this would be their first experience with the norm. 

I began preparing their bowls using the three primary ingredients; 1 cup of dried oats, 1/2 cup of assorted whole grains and 1/2 cup of bacon grease. I then crushed up 2 multivitamins and 4 Vicodin and stirred them into the mash.

Looking at the monitors I could see that they were both unconscious but one only needed to hear the loud snoring to arrive at the same conclusion. I knew that the snoring was caused by the impossible positions they had passed out in and realized I would need to devise some sort of way that they could sleep without me having to worry about them drowning in their water bowls. I had no intention of killing them anytime soon.

I walked over to the box and kicked the side hard enough to wake the dead.

"Get up! It's time to eat."

They came to life immediately, eyes roving in their sockets. I noticed Bianca's ass tighten up in my presence. Memory responses are delightful.

"Up, up up! It's time to eat...and you will eat every last morsel. If you don't there will be consequences and if you think the hose was bad then you really don't want to know what else I have at my disposal. Tell me you understand."

I demanded a clear response but in that moment I was hoping I wouldn't get it. My sadistic nature was becoming my dominant trait. I wanted a reason to deliver them into hell.

"Y..yes..u..understand."

They sounded almost in unison. I began to wonder if Bianca had instructed Ashley not to give me any reason to visit any further pain upon them. 

I sat the bowls on top of the box and again put on my long gloves before opening the trap door. Once the bowls were under their chins I closed the door and walked over to the wench control. After I lowered them l sat back in my chair and watched the monitors. They were clearly trying to ascertain what exactly it was that I was feeding them. The level of revolt in Ashley's young face was exquisite. Bianca, while still showing obvious disgust, began to take small bites, chew, and then begrudgingly, swallow. 

"You'd better eat Ashley. You never know if or when you'll get the privilege again." 

I smiled in delight as she stuck her tongue into the cold mash and withdrew it immediately. Bianca had stopped eating and was attempting to coach her with facial expressions.

"I said eat!"

Ashley began to cry. 

"I..I can't...it t..tastes n..nasty."

Bianca’s eyes were desperate now as she was silently mouthing to her to please eat the food.

Ashley's cries turned into wails as she continued to turn her nose up to the provided sustenance.

"You will eat it right now or you will learn a brand new game. Which will it be?"

Bianca was now completely urgent.

"P..please babe. You h..have to eat it. D..do it for m..me. Please please please!"

"You better listen to your her kiddo. She's a smart little monkey." 

I was on the edge of my seat. I wanted her to refuse. I needed it.

Ashley put her face in the bowl and took a small bite, began to chew, stopped and then vomited directly back into the bowl. I was actually amazed that she had anything left in her stomach to vomit.

"Oh sweet baby girl...you just fucked up."

I was grinning from ear to ear as I stood up and walked toward the box. 

Bianca began struggling to free herself.

"Leave her alone you sick piece of shit!!! I'll fucking kill you!!!"

She was yelling and flailing about wildly. There was no way she could free herself but it was highly possible that she would injure herself if she kept up. I went to the medicine locker and pulled out a syringe and a vial of propofol. I inserted the syringe and pulled back on the plunger until I reached 80mg of the milky substance. I walked over to Bianca and inserted the needle into her IV port and depressed every drop into her. She immediately stopped struggling but continued to yell. 

"What are you...what..the..wha..wha..et..is..wha.."

Her voice dropped off completely as she succumbed to the powerful drug's effects.

"That's better. Now we can have fun without Party Pooper ruining it."

Ashley was screaming at the top of her lungs but through the box's insulation, it came out very muffled and faint.

The dosage I gave Bianca would only last a few minutes but I would have enough time to set everything up for my next experiment. Using the same needle I withdrew another 40mg from the vial and administered it to Ashley. A moment later she was almost completely unconscious.

I walked over to the equipment cage and pulled out a large pneumatic piston mounted on a small compressor. I wheeled it across the room directly behind young Ashley's bare ass. I plugged the compressor into the floor outlet and walked back to the cage and grabbed a medium sized, slender, black box. I opened it and pulled out a 6 inch, black latex dildo mounted on a metal base. It wasn't particularly large in length or width but it would seem like "cockzilla" to Ashley's tiny cunt.

I mounted the phallus onto the piston arm and lined it up with Ashley's tight little cunny. I then went back to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of water-based personal lubricant and brought it back to the machine. I applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo itself and smeared quite a bit more all over and around Ashley's slit. Once her cunt was satisfactorily lubricated I pulled the dildo right up to her hole and began positioning it for entry.

I used the corner bolts in the planked floor to lock the machine in place and raised Ashley's hoist by 2 inches. It was just enough to insure she would have no way to wiggle away from the invading rubber cock. I then switched on the monitor across from Bianca that displayed an over head view of Ashley’s petite body. I didn't want her to miss this historical event. After all, it isn't every day that your best friend gets violently raped by a robo-dick.

I sat back in my seat and waited for them to regain consciousness. 

Ashley came to first, though she was so disoriented that she hadn't yet detected anything in her nether regions. As I watched in the monitor I could see her struggling just to keep her eyes open. 

"Wakey wakey." I exclaimed. "You don't want to miss any of the fun I’ve planned out for us."

She was still too foggy to respond with much more than few inaudible groans. Across from her, Bianca was beginning to wake up. She was in about the same state as her friend but I knew as soon as she caught a clear glimpse of the monitor across from her she would be wide awake and thirsty for blood; my blood. 

"Hello Bianca. Welcome back to the land of the living. I've prepared a lovely surprise for you. Lucky ducky, you get to watch a little prime time TV today. I do apologize I only get one channel down here but I think you might recognize the star of the show."

I was absolutely giddy with excitement. I must have checked the video output 20 times making sure that the angle and lighting were just right to record every detail of this new experience.

Bianca was still groggy and dazed but once she finally saw the screen and realized what she was looking at I don't think I had a large enough dose of anesthetic in my entire supply to hold back her rage. 

"You sick fuck!! I'm going to fucking kill you!!..."

She began cursing me with everything in her body and I thought she might actually decapitate herself as she tried desperately to free her head. I walked over to the equipment locker wall and grabbed my Parker-McCrory cattle prod and brought it back to Bianca's position. I switched it on and gave her a quick 20,000 volt zap. For a moment she lost complete control of her body and went limp with the harness catching her weight.

"This is my attention getter. Do I have your attention or do I need to increase the voltage?"

"Fuck you!!!"

I nudged it up to 30,000 volts and touched it directly to her meaty cunt. The shock didn’t prevent her from screaming but worked wonderfully at emptying her bladder. 

"I can do this all day long. What do you say? Do you want to play nice?"

"Go to hell you bastard!"

I cranked it on up to the maximum 50,000 volts and gave her another "clit tickle." This time I held it there for a good 3 seconds. Any remaining urine was completely expelled along with any fight she had left to put up.

"Are you ready to pay attention?"

Silence.

I looked over at the monitor. She was still conscious but for the first time since their capture I saw 100% purely concentrated hatred in her eyes. I knew that if she had the chance, in this moment, she would end my life without hesitation. I smiled and wondered how she would feel after what I was about to do to her friend.

"Now, it's important that you watch very carefully."

I waited for back-talk but none came. 

If I felt disappointment over her momentary silence it would soon be replaced with sheer ecstasy in the minutes to follow. I glanced at the monitor and could see that she was looking in the general direction of the view screen. Ashley was still in a dazed stupor from her dosage of propofol. If Bianca’s yelling and screaming hadn't roused her, this surely would.

I reached down and turned the compressor on. I waited a few moments to let air pressure build in the tank. Bianca had visibly stopped breathing as the horrific anticipation steadily rose. When it reached maximum capacity, the compressor cut off automatically and the room suddenly fell silent. I wasn't sure, but I believe Bianca had made the mistake of thinking it had ceased to function. She began to take shallow breaths as if slightly relieved. She hadn't even tried to alert Ashley of what was about to happen. I'm sure she had reasoned that it would be best to say nothing and hope that she was so out of it that she would barely notice. Now it seemed to her that Ashley might escape this humility, however temporary the reprieve may be. 

Had she known just how incredibly wrong she was about everything pertinent to this immediate situation I'm not sure she could have kept her eyes focused long enough to witness what happened next.

I'll admit now that the circumstances of this event may have been less traumatic if I had remembered to set the piston speed before activating the piston release. Wether it was excitement, impatience or sheer negligence that caused me to forget doesn’t really matter. The  simple fact is that I did forget and when I released the piston the entire 6 inches of silicone rubber phallus shot directly through Ashley's cunt lips and directly up through her cervix at the full 120PSI. Luckily I hadn't set the machine to cycle repeat or it could have been far more traumatic. Instead, it just remained inside her until I reversed the air flow rather than going into a full machine gun paced fucking.

Up until that moment Ashley had been barely coherent. The whole thing happened so fast that it took another couple of seconds before the shock of suddenly having her cunt ripped wide open registered in the pain centers of her brain. But once it did she let out a howl I will never be able to forget for as long as I live. 

"Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooo!!!"

Bianca's face dropped as she saw Ashley suddenly impaled by the fake, black cock. I think it was just too much for her to process. For a moment it appeared as if she was building up to a major melt down but then her eyes rolled back and her body went limp as she lost consciousness. 

I didn't expect her to faint. I don't know why. I had prepared myself for some kind of reaction but it never occurred to me that this would completely short circuit her mind. 

Across from her, Ashley was almost catatonic from the pain. Tears were streaming down her winced face and she rocked back and forth as much as her chains would allow. Blood was slowly seeping out of her cunt around the dildo but nothing more than I had expected. I was sure that there would be major bruising, possibly contusions, in the general area of her pubis.

I must admit I was angry with myself for being so careless. I had hoped to play this game for the rest of the day but now it was clear that by doing so I would only risk causing a more serious injury to her now torn and tattered cunt. On top of that Bianca wouldn't be able to watch and that was half the fun. So I decided to clean up and revisit this activity a few days later. I would use the interim to plan my next sadistic assault.

As I began putting away my toys a humorous thought popped into my head; I pictured a focus group all gathered to watch my little pilot episode and I wondered if my little program would be continued to air based upon its merit.

The hardest part in finding love is knowing how to be receptive of it. Love is rarely where and when we wish to find it. It has a habit of being in the last place you’d ever think to look.

Love encourages us to see beyond the truths we cling to. It compels us do things outside of our normal comfort zones and when we are in love we sometimes change our conceptions of what we find attractive and enticing. These new feelings can become permanently embedded in our hearts and will often steer us in new directions we never thought we’d go.

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.

Chapter Three: Training Begins

The box was a design based on an idea I had in my earliest days of debauchery. I had imagined many different ways to immobilize and torture a slave over an extended period of time and when my fantasy evolved to include psychological destruction the box became a reality. I don’t want to go into too much detail about the many uses of it but I will say that throughout the years of their captivity, the box was modified and upgraded many times to accommodate my ever changing needs.

One of the first modifications I made was in those first few days. While I didn’t want either of them to see directly outside of the box I did, on occasion, want them to see the things I would do to them; or rather to each other. I then decided to mount cameras looking directly down onto their bodies outside of the box. They were aimed in such a way that the only part of the cellar they would ever be able to see was the floor beneath them. On the inside of the box I mounted two small monitors, directly across from each other and only revealing what was happening to the other. In essence, Bianca would only be able to see what was being done to Ashley and vice versa.

I didn’t want them to have even the slightest sense of time. For that reason I had designed the room to have no windows, only artificial light sources that would remain constant no matter what the time of day. There were absolutely no clocks in the cellar and I never made a feeding or training schedule. I just showed up at random times throughout the day as it pleased me.

I waited until early the next morning to bring them their “food.” I always referred to it as food at feeding times; never breakfast, lunch or supper. This helped me to mask the time of day.

I made the long drive into town and found a 24 hour, fairly vacant Waffle House. After some consideration I decided that their first meal should offer a high carb and calorie content. They had gone days without eating and I wanted their petite bodies to start building a healthy store of fat. I ordered 4 waffles, 2 double orders of hash browns, and 4 orders of bacon and then drove back to the barn.

Once down in the cellar I began prepping the food for their consumption. As you know they were both incapacitated and would never again be allowed the use of their hands. For this reason I had to cut up all of their food and place it into stainless steel dog bowls I had purchased in my preparations. This meal was considered a special treat; a sort of welcoming meal. Future meals would be from the barns well-stocked pantry; oats and grain mash, protein bars, and fiber and vitamin supplements. Of course there were other occasions throughout the years when I allowed them special treats but those occurrences were extremely rare.

*Note* The box, as you know from the many descriptions, had a trap door in the rear. The door was designed to open upward and only halfway so that the occupants could never see outside when opened. It was through this opening that I would be able to feed my pets as well as clean the interior.

To finalize their meal prep I crushed two Vicodin for each bowl, sprinkled it over the food and stirred it in. Part of my plan included turning them into chemical dependents. I would start them off on Vicodin and work my way up to harder narcotics from there. 

I took the bowls in my hands and glanced at the monitors. They were both wide awake and whispering to each other. I made a mental note to play back the footage later as I walked toward the box’s trap door. I placed the bowls on top of the box and then knocked loudly on the panel 3 times.

“Who’s ready to eat?” I asked with an enthusiastic tone.

“P..please..A..Ashley isn’t well. Sh..she nee..eeds h..help. Please sh..she needs a d..doctor.”

The desperation was thick in her voice. I could tell she was masking anger but I wasn’t sure if it was her will holding it back or if severe hunger trumped all other emotions for the time being. I knew that I’d have my answer shortly.

“She’ll be right as rain after she eats. I need you to see that she does. Can you do that for me?” I maintained a pleasant and neutral tone. It was my theory that this would help grow her insanity much sooner.

“P..please sh..she needs real help. Y..you can k..keep me j..just take her to a h..hospital!”

“You WILL shut the fuck up and do what I say or I’ll take this food and shove it up your ass. Do you understand?”

Silence.

“I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I spat out her first solid dose of authority. “BY GOD DON’T MAKE ME ASK AGAIN.”

“Y..yes.” she sobbed.

“YES WHAT?” I was clearly enjoying this now.

“Ye..sss I..I under..sss…stand.”

“Good girl.” I raised the latch and pushed the door open. Then I put on my long, heavy chemical gloves to cover every inch of my skin. I didn’t want them to have even the slightest detail of my appearance. Once I was satisfactorily covered I placed the bowls right under each of their chins and lowered the hoist that held them suspended so that they could reach the food.

“Eat up.” I commanded. To my surprise and delight Ashley did not hesitate to dive her face right into the bowl. I was sure that at least one of them would throw some sort of protest to eating like a dog. When neither did I surmised that extreme starvation combined with utter exhaustion had removed all the shame from that particular humiliation.

Once she was satisfied that her friend was eating, Bianca put her face into her own bowl and began to feed as well.

I walked around to the desk and removed my gloves. I opened the drawer and pulled out a box of large-sized, black latex surgical gloves and removed two from the packaging. I put them on and walked over to the cleaning station and turned on the hot water. I grabbed the bucket from the shelf and placed it under the water flow and squeezed a few drops of lemon scented Ajax into the stream. I watched as the suds began to form. Now that they were eating it was time to rid the floor of almost a weeks worth of filth and human waste. Before I did that, however, I would need to scrub the shit and piss from the backs of their legs and inner thighs. I was quite sure they would NOT enjoy this new and invasive sensation.

I retrieved a sponge from under the sink and dropped it into the hot, soapy water and turned off the faucet. I placed the bucket on the floor near the box and returned to the cleaning station to unwind the long garden hose. Once I had an adequate length of hose unwound I turned on the pressure and walked over to Bianca. I wanted her to experience this first so that she would know exactly how bad it would be for her friend. I pointed the nozzle at her ass and without any warning I pulled back the lever and released the full stinging-force of the water directly onto her sphincter. 

The sharp stream of water was frigid and merciless.

She immediately let out a howling scream as she desperately tried to move away from the ice-cold blast. However, the chains holding her wrists and ankles to the floor had barely enough slack to give more than a couple of inches in any direction. The sheer shock of the cold caused her to wretch up some of what she had just ingested. I would have to clean that up afterward, but presently, I was having too much fun to care.

When I was satisfied that most of the dried shit was rinsed away I brought the bucket over and poured out a third of the steaming hot water directly onto her back and ass. It was hot, but not scalding. I was not medically equipped to deal with burn injuries and it simply would not do to damage them beyond my limited ability to heal.

I began scrubbing up and down her legs and back. She screamed and struggled constantly but when the sponge finally slid down the crack of her ass and across her cunt she started yelling obscenities toward me and tried several times to forcibly pull her head out from the box. I kept scrubbing regardless, taking extra care to see that her cunt was well sanitized. By this time Ashley was livid with anxiety and had joined in with Bianca’s frantic hysteria soon after it had begun. I almost made the mistake of warning her that she was next. That would have ruined my fun but I managed to keep my focus on Bianca. After a thorough scrubbing, I again aimed the hose at Bianca and gave her a much quicker, but still excruciatingly cold rinse off.

“How do you feel now that you don’t smell like a shit-house anymore?” I was doing my very best not to express my sheer delight. “Keep in mind that I’m still holding the hose as you try to decide if you will answer my question.”

“Th..th..th..thank y..y..y..y..you.”

Her voice was tiny and difficult to decode through the chattering of her teeth but it was clearly a victory for me. Sadly I did not enjoy it as much as I had hoped. It seemed far too easy a defeat and I prefer much more of a challenge. However, as it would soon prove to be, things aren’t always as they seem.

“That’s my good little bitch.”

I never really had the personal desire to spout any sexist epithets but lately, as I considered all of the tools I could use to achieve my goals, I realized that sometimes words could be more inflicting than a bull-whip (and I had two at my disposal) when properly inserted into certain situations…and words cost me nothing.

She fell limp, finally ceasing the attempt to free herself from the chains. As I looked into the monitor I could see the rage and anger in her face as prideful tears began to pool under her fiery eyes. For a fleeting moment I couldn’t help but admire the amount of self control she managed to exercise as she clenched her teeth and held her tongue. I knew then that breaking her would not at all be easy as she was indeed a clever beast.

Ashley was borderline catatonic. She had stopped screaming but continued to cry in silence, staring blankly into her friend’s tortured face. I don’t think it had yet occurred to her that she would not be immune to the same treatment.

As I shuffled the hose over the equipment on the floor to line the nozzle up with Ashley’s tight little asshole, Bianca suddenly realized my intentions. She did not need to see outside the box to know what was next.

“P..please..God noooo. Please please please nooo. I’ll do anythin..just not her! Pleeeeeaaase nooooooo…”

There was now real and sincere desperation in her voice and for a moment I could almost feel her horror.

Ashley had now come out of her stupor and was searching her friend’s face for some kind of explanation as to her sudden desperate plea.

“What?! What is it??? Bianca..B..??? What??? Biiiiiiiii..ooaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeee..”

Her voice trailed off into a blood curdling scream as the jet of ice-cold water slammed against her puckered hole. Bianca broke down into a loud, moaning cry. She did not try to console her through the ordeal. She new it was pointless to try and say anything cliche like “it’s ok, baby” because she knew it wasn’t. In fact, she new right then that nothing for Ashley would ever be ok again. I smiled at the thought.

I kept the hose aimed directly at my target as I moved the nozzle closer to her anus. As pressure increased against her sphincter it began to slowly give up resistance and soon the water was shooting right up into her intestines. She struggled more wildly than Bianca and the screaming never ceased. I glanced down at her wrists and I could see the blood pooling on the floor under her shackles. In her frantic attempt to free herself, it appeared that she had stripped some of the skin from the back of her hand as she tried to pull it through. I released the nozzle lever and the water ceased to flow. Immediately after the positive pressure into her anus was removed, the build up of water inside her asshole caused a small geyser of filth to explode outward onto the floor behind her. At first I was taken by surprise as I hadn’t expected this to happen. For a moment I stood in silence listening to her cries and the sickening sounds of her bowels being evacuated uncontrollably. Then I began laughing.

I laughed so hard that I could barely stand up. I had no control over it. I found it so delightfully entertaining that I didn’t want it to end. Ashley and Bianca did not share my joy. I was so wrapped up in my newly discovered activity that I didn’t bother to try and listen to whatever it was they were screaming to each other. It didn’t even matter to me. I only wanted to do this over and over again.

I again shuffled the hose back over to Bianca’s ass but this time I didn’t bother aiming it. I shoved the nozzle right up against her asshole and started to force it inside her.

“Oh god noooooooiiiooeeeaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Her screams filled the entire cellar but did absolutely nothing to deter me. Finally her asshole gave way to my persistence and the nozzle slipped in with a pop.

“Scream.” I said softly. “Go ahead and scream for me.”

I knew she couldn’t hear me over the sound of her own wailing but I didn’t need her to.

I smiled, took a nice deep breath and pulled back the lever.

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.

Chapter 2: Introductions

It won’t be much longer now. I can feel them closing in on me. It’s only a matter of time before the cold steel I used to shackle my prey is closed around my own wrists and I’m put in my own cage to rot. Until then at least maybe I can finish my story.

I’ll admit that I had no idea how long the anesthesia would last as I had no way to know exactly how much they had breathed into their lungs. Until they regained consciousness I was on edge constantly wondering if perhaps in my eagerness I had administered a lethal dosage and that it would be over before it began. I must have checked their vitals every 15 minutes for the next 6 hours. It seemed like an eternity.

I must have drifted off to sleep while sitting in the corner watching for any signs of life. I remember being awoken by soft moans. Not the moans of pleasure or agony, but the kind of sounds one makes when they wake up hung over after a night of heavy drinking. It was still dark in the early morning hours but the light from the video monitors illuminated the slight movement of Ashley’s legs. She wasn’t fully awake yet but I knew she would be very soon. I stood and walked to the desk to look at the monitors. Inside the box were two night vision cameras, both pointed in the faces of my subjects. I looked at Bianca’s face. It was lifeless except for the trail of saliva pooling beneath her chin. On the other monitor I could see Ashley’s face twisting and grimacing but still not aware of her surroundings. I knew the time of quiet was quickly evaporating and I was so excited at the thought of everything that was about to take place that I almost forgot that they would not be as enthusiastic.

Suddenly I heard a small, frightened voice pleading the word “Bianca?”

Everything was so new to me at the time and I hadn’t realized the gravity of what I had done until that very moment.

That one terrified word. 

When I think back to that moment I still get chills and the feeling of dread washes over me. In that bubble of time I almost gave in to the pleas of my humanity. I was so close to ending it all and letting them go and begging God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha…hell, begging anyone and anything who might listen for his/her/it’s forgiveness and mercy.

But, as it happened, my logical mind regained control and purpose was returned to me. I said nothing to her. 

It wasn’t time to speak to her. 

The time was approaching, but not yet. I needed them both to be fully conscious and aware of their predicament before I made my presence known in any way. I needed them to understand that there was absolutely nothing they could do to escape on their own. I needed all the panic, horror and desperation to wash over them completely until nothing was left but hard realization. I needed them to be so willing to bargain for their lives that they would listen carefully and hear everything that I had to say without interruption or interjection. I needed them to be so physically and mentally exhausted from the barrage of intense human emotion that their minds would accept anything I had to say as complete truth.

Then it would be time. Then I would tell them both everything they could expect for the rest of their lives; how their old life was over and gone forever. I would explain to them that they were now my property. Not because they had done anything to deserve it. Not because it was their fate or simply bad luck. No. Their new lives were the direct result of MY careful planning. I would then tell them my intentions; that I would destroy their minds and create something the world had never seen before from the remnants. But not yet.

I’ve never been a patient man so over the next few days I found myself exercising more self control than I had ever imagined possible. Bianca woke up a few minutes after her in the same hung over state of mind. A few minutes later she consciously responded to her friend’s cries. The inside of the box was lightly insulated against sound so it was very difficult to hear anything softer than a loud whisper coming from outside the box. However, the cameras were equipped with microphones and I was able to listen to every word spoken from within.

Consequently, the entire ordeal was digitally recorded. I have terabytes upon terabytes of audio and video data stored on several hard drives and if I wanted to I could play those first few moments back and relive them over and over but there is no time for that now. I suppose they’ll find all the evidence they’ll ever need on those drives; the proverbial nail in my coffin so to speak.

I don’t remember their first words to each other but I can remember that their words soon turned into cries, that turned into angry yells, that turned into horrific screams, then back to cries and words and so on. The cycle went on for days until finally silence once again filled the air. An occasional whimper let me know they were still breathing. It had been 4 days, 10 hours and 23 minutes since I began recording. In that time they had not eaten nor had they anything to drink. They were kept hydrated through their IV’s unbeknownst to either of them. But I knew I would have to feed them very soon. However, I had to make my presence known and intentions clarified before their first meal.

They had been on their hands and knees constantly with no way to adjust their weight since I had secured them. I had slowly lowered the harness that had been supporting them a full 4 inches just after they regained consciousness. Anytime either of them would nod off they were brought back instantly from the pain in their necks as their own weight pulled at them. They were now both mentally and physically exhausted and starving for sustenance. 

The time for introduction had finally arrived.

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Catalogue Entry 1

Monday, February 13, 2006

Subject: Bianca “Henderson”

Sex: Female

Race Distinction: Black/African decent

Age: 37

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 123 lbs

Bust: 36B

Waist: 28

Hips: 36

Eyes: Dark Brown

Hair: Dark Brown

Distinguishing marks: Tattoo on right shoulder blade of lettering “Love & Surrender”, tattoo on left ankle of sunflower, septum piercing (removed)

Subject: Ashley “Marshall”

Sex: Female

Race Distinction: Black/African decent

Age: 35

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 108 lbs

Bust: 32A

Waist: 22

Hips: 34

Eyes: Light Brown

Hair: Light Brown

Distinguishing marks: Scar on left thigh above knee, approx 2 inches.

These were their very first catalogue entries. I spent the first few minutes of their enslavement taking measurements and memorizing all the small blemishes and nuances of their bodies. You see, I had to document everything. I’m not a man of science and I know little to nothing about medicine but I had the strangest desire to record every detail throughout their transformation. There was no logical methodology in the way I recorded the information and it jumps around rather randomly from this day to that. But I can say that some of the most interesting things happened during those first few weeks.

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“Would you like something to eat?”

I had thought long and hard about what my first words to them would be and as I nervously grasped the microphone I can tell you these words were never considered until that very moment. There wasn’t even anything at all powerful, god-like or sinister in the way I asked. In fact if you didn’t know any better you would have thought I was asking a friendly houseguest if they were hungry.

There was no reply. I glanced at the monitors and saw that they were both wide awake and looking around their box frantically for the source of the mysterious and unfamiliar voice. I don’t think I saw fear in their faces at that moment. As I recall, it appeared more closely related to hope.

I repeated my question.

“He..hello?” came the tiny voice over the monitor.

I couldn’t quite place the emotion behind the voice. Maybe anxious curiosity with a dash of wariness.

“Hello Bianca. Would you like something for you and your friend to eat?”

I spoke louder and emphasized the word hello, but otherwise maintained a neutral tone.

“Wh..who are y..you? Wh..what is ha..happening? Wh…wha..“

Her voice picked up and changed gears. It was almost panic.

“Bianca.” I interrupted. “I’d be happy to tell you everything when you are ready but right now I’ve asked you a specific question and I require a specific yes or no answer. Do you understand? Or shall I give you another few days to think it over? You may make it a few more days feeding off the fat stored in your tiny tits but your friend, Ashley, is a scrawny little runt and I doubt she can go much longer. So will you answer my question without any further back talk or should I come back later?”

There was a moment of silence. I looked at her face on the screen. I could tell she was fighting exhaustion and trying very hard to weigh the gravity of giving me the incorrect answer. I honestly thought in that moment she would fuck it up for both herself and Ashley but apparently there was still enough logic left in her weakened state of mind to muster what I wanted to hear.

“Y..yes..I m..mean n..no..I mean..y..yes..p..please..may we have s..some f..food?”

She managed to keep an even tone throughout the stuttering mess so I decided to cut her a break. To be honest I needed them both to eat. I was just getting started and I wanted to see this completely through to whatever end awaited.

“Good girl” I replied. “I’ll be back later with something for you to eat.”

I watched the monitor the entire time waiting for her to reply. I could see in her face that she wanted to but she was too afraid of making me angry. I knew, however, that once her belly was full she would once again be emboldened. On the other screen her friend was crying silently; her eyes flickering wildly. She did not appear to be doing well at all.

I took a moment to look at the condition around the outside of the box. The smell was beginning to become bothersome, but now that I had announced myself it wouldn’t be too much longer before I could hose off the floor and wash the piss and shit down the drains. Looking back to the monitor I could see that the inside of the box could use a little freshening up as well. It was important to maintain sanitary conditions to ensure that both my subjects would remain in relative good physical health.

Going into this I had made very careful plans of how to abduct, house and observe my captives but I had given very little thought as to specific care for them. It began to occur to me that perhaps I should watch a few documentaries on caring for immobile and comatose patients and possibly some videos about physical therapy techniques. I made a mental note to google it later as I walked up the staircase.

Tomorrow was going to be a very, very good day. This would be the first day of training.

To be continued.

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.

Chapter One: The Plan

I don’t have much longer now. They are coming for me. There is no where left for me to hide and besides, I’m much too old and far too tired to run any longer. So let them have me. It’s not as if I’m innocent. In fact, I committed every filthy, demented, sick and twisted deed they accuse me of; that and much, much more than they could ever possibly know.

Have I aroused your curiosity? Would you like to hear all of the unnaturally depraved and sadistically sinister acts I’ve perpetrated over the course of my lifetime? I do apologize my dear reader, but that tale is one of such epic proportions I’d scarcely have enough time to even begin. But you’ve been patient with my tantalizing tease so I shall instead reward you with the story of Bianca and Ashley. I should caution you, however. The depravity of the taboo acts committed against them were some of the most emotionally disturbing and wretched ordeals that have ever existed throughout human history. One does not survive such a prolonged experience with their faculties still intact and they were certainly no exception to that fact.

So now, after I’ve described to you a small inkling of what you will hear tale of and because your curiosity compels you to continue reading, I shall proceed without any further ado.

It was the winter of my 29th year; February 2006. I had been involved in the underground sub-slave market for only 3 years at that time. Let me just state that I had never had, nor have I ever developed in the time since, any racist or misogynistic ideals. I had never even given a single thought about social construct; the superior versus the inferior, men versus women, etcetera. But you see, as a deviant sadist, the idea of owning another person was quite arousing to me and it didn’t take long for me to abandon any inhibitions I may have had surrounding the taboo of human bondage.

For a while I was content to buy, sell and use the sub-slaves I found within the market boundaries but, because each of them had in fact volunteered to become sub-slaves, it wasn’t long before the thrill of ownership disappeared and I became bored with all of it.

It was during a role playing exercise with two of my newest “properties” in which they were doing their best to pretend that they were innocent catholic school girls, each begging me not to rape the other, that I had an epiphany. No matter how good the act was, it was still only an act and afterward, any mind fuck that I had created would vanish shortly after the scene ended. No matter how carefully planned out my design was, the true intention behind it was lost because there was no relatable meaning driving it. Simply put, it could never feel real because it wasn’t real.

It was then that I made the decision to cross the boundary that separates a man from becoming a monster. I knew exactly what I needed to do to finally create an honest and original, living work of art; to create my masterpiece.

I immediately sold all of my sub-slaves, taking whatever price was offered, and began gathering and constructing all of the materials that I would need to make my dream a reality.

This took several months if not a full year to prepare. I purchased a small plot of land far out into the country and commissioned a local contractor to construct a large barn complete with a large “storm” cellar. There were some arguments back and forth with the architect over the size and layout of the cellar but, in the end, the customer is always right.

Construction took months. I used that time to set up all the necessary accounts and services and to purchase and prepare all the devices required for when my long term “project” would finally begin.

Finally, February had arrived and so too did the completion of all my hard work and preparations. The barn was stocked and ready for its new residents. However, I had yet to find the specific residents I had in mind.

I knew very well what I wanted. I had only to locate them, find a way to separate them from the herd and then snare my trap. It took me an additional 2 months to find the perfect specimens, but find them I did. They were absolutely perfect for my design and once I made up my mind to capture them no others would suffice.

My apologies once more my friends. In the excitement of my reminisce I have failed to explain just what it was I had been searching for. You must understand, I had the desperate need to create honest and true art and what is art if not the purest expression of raw, naked human emotion. We have all seen this in paintings, sculpture, photography and all the other higher, more traditional art mediums. But you can never really experience the true intentions of the artist because it’s never anything more than the snapshot of one moment; one aspect of the artists psyche. Yes, it is possible to see other works in order to gain a bit more insight but you will never fully understand the creative process that goes into creating a masterpiece worthy of legend.

My masterpiece would be the complete and utter deconstruction and total annihilation of the human mind. I want so badly to rush ahead and tell you all about my theories, ideas and processes surrounding that glorious achievement, but that would take away the joy of discovery as you continue reading further. 

Now that you know my full intentions regarding my prey, I shall reveal to you that they were in fact Bianca Henderson and Ashley Marshall, best friends and roommates, quite possibly lovers as well, ages 37 and 35.

I wanted their capture to be clean, concise and completely quiet. This is why they appealed to me so strongly. After several weeks of watching and observing, I had learned many interesting facts about them. For example, they were new in town. They had no family or friends nearby. They attended church services regularly, twice on Sundays and once every Wednesday evening. I learned that Bianca, worked independently from home as a medical records transcriber. She had no husband or boyfriend as I could see and there was no sign of anyone else she might be seeing. Her roommate, Ashley, taught at a small, run down, under funded high school full to the brim with future drains to society. Neither of  the women were overly attractive nor were they in any way ugly. Together they were so terribly average and unnoticeable in every way that I knew in my heart that no others could possibly be more perfect. Their disappearance might raise an eyebrow or two but it would be a long while before anyone who mattered came looking and by that time they would be long gone without a trace.

I decided to grab them from the church parking lot after Sunday evening service. It was a small denomination with an even smaller congregation. I noticed that they always left right after the sermon on Sunday nights before the singing began. The singing would always continue for about another 15 minutes after they left. I came to the conclusion that they left early so that Ashley could get home for bed because of work early the next morning. It was still early in the spring and cool outside but more importantly it was still dark outside earlier in the evenings and by the time they left service it was well after dusk. Like clock work they always parked away from the building as to avoid becoming trapped in when they wanted to leave. This worked very well to my advantage. The only thing I needed to work out was how to grab the both of them simultaneously without either of them crying out or seeing their abductor. 

So I devised a way to use their car as a gas chamber to incapacitate them for transport. I purchased a canister of Desflurane-Nitrous oxide and came up with a simple delivery system that worked through the cars air vents. While fast acting, it would still take a few moments to take full effect so I chocked both of her rear tires inconspicuously so that the car would not begin rolling easily. My ingenuity worked out perfectly. 

The night I abducted them went off without a hitch. It was as if God himself smiled down upon me and granted me his full blessing. The sermon ended and then shortly afterward I heard the singing begin. About two minutes into the first song the door swung open and out they came walking side by side. No one followed. They navigated around the parked cars and found their own. Bianca opened the passenger door for her friend and then walked around to the drivers side without noticing anything out of order. As soon as she was in with the door shut I activated the gas canister. A moment later the car started and she put it in reverse. She attempted twice to back out before the gas took hold and they were both unconscious. I deactivated the gas, walked over to the car, opened the door, put the car in park and removed the chocks. I let most of the gas air out before getting in and rolling down the windows. I shoved Bianca to the side, put the car in reverse and drove off to a more secluded area. I stopped, gave them a quick examination checking their vitals, then blind folded, bound and gagged them both before continuing on toward the barn.

Once I arrived I drove the car right in through the main garage door closing it behind me with the remote. It didn’t take too long relocating both ladies to the cellar. Both were quite petite and carrying them wasn’t much work at all. In the center of the cellar floor there was what looked like a large wooden box with two holes cut into two side panels opposite of each other and a trap door cut into the rear panel.

The box was designed so that the panels above the holes slid upward to allow the heads of two people to be placed inside and face one another. The panels would then slide back down locking their heads inside the box like a stock.

I first placed Bianca’s head through one of the openings and slid the panel down around her neck. I then locked it in place with a padlock. I forced both of her knees under her to support her weight while I moved on to her friend. I placed her Ashley in the hole opposite of her so that if you could see inside the box they would be facing each other. After I locked her in and placed her knees under her for support I went to work completing their arrangements. I knew that if either of them woke up at that point there was very little they could do. 

Once locked in place there is no way to see anything outside the box. On the interior of the box I rigged a dim LED light source so that they could see each other’s faces fairly clearly. It was just as important that they be able to see each other as it was that they were unable to see outside of the box. 

On the floor outside of the box I bolted four ringlets to the concrete on both sides; two for the wrists and two for the ankles. After stripping off all of their clothing I attached shackles to the wrists and ankles of both of my new pets and then short chained them to the ringlets. There was very little slack and only allowed for a couple inches of movement in any direction. They would have no choice but to remain on their hands and knees from then on. I then placed them inside a special harness that fit around their torsos. The harness was then chained to a motorized hoist that could be raised and lowered as needed to offer or take away support. Once they were both secured I hooked them both to an IV and put them on a slow saline drip.

I stepped back to take one last look at my work. It was already a glorious sight and I still had yet to begin.

To be continued.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around those of you who insist upon using a closeup photo of your genitalia as your main profile pic.

Don’t get me wrong, a nice set of tits, moistened vagina and an erect phallus are all lovely to look upon once I get to know you on a more personal level. But if I might be permitted to ask you one question it would be how does your mother or father, your dentist, or your minister feel about your handshake? I mean, I’m assuming at this point that you greet everyone with your penis extended as a sort of salutation gesture. I’m just curious how that greeting usually turns out for you. Maybe it works for you. Please, share your experience below.

The next message I get from anyone sporting a closeup of any sort of “junk” as their main photo is getting much more than they bargained for.

Note: I have no problem with artfully depicted nudes...I’m talking about shitty angled, closeup photos of any genitalia taken with zero lighting and a crappy cell phone camera at 2am under a filthy looking blanket in a dank looking bedroom that belongs to an obvious hoarder.

Patience: A practice in futility.

The hardest part in identifying what your goals are and actually seeing them through to accomplishment is undoubtedly the amount of time spent in the interim.

After you have a clearly set objective it’s very hard to avoid taking shortcuts or accepting substitutions in order to speed the process along.

It’s very important to remember that while settling for less may seem like a logical compromise there is a good possibility that your momentary satisfaction may be short lived.

The old saying that “good things come to those who wait” may seem cliche but there is nothing more rewarding in life than getting exactly what it is you want exactly the way you want it.

Finally holding that which you’ve desired in your hand and in your heart makes all of the in-between time seem like nothing more than a tiny price to pay for a lifetime of contentment.

After our storage room tryst things at Radio Shack became very interesting.

However, some things remained the same. Anthony still brought pastries every day. He still placed my favorite on a small plate and garnished it with whip cream and the occasional strawberry. We still discussed women and we never became bored with the topic. His wife still remained the centerpiece of that conversation.

The difference now was that whenever Fran came by I would always take her in the back room for a little naughtiness. Sometimes with and sometimes without the accompany of Anthony. Occasionally Fran would even stop in when Anthony was not working. Sometimes she would call him on those occasions so that he could listen in on our activities over the phone. The only thing that remained constant was that I never withdrew my cock from her tight little cunt when I came. My inseminations had become almost daily routine after a few short weeks.

One afternoon after such a visit, as we were laying nude on a pile of empty cardboard boxes and with my seed slowly dripping from her well fucked pussy, Fran and I began a conversation we had not yet verbally expressed.

“Dominick?” She asked softly.

“Yes?” I replied.

“I’m yours.” She said. “More than that, we are both yours...Anthony and I. We belong to you.”

“I’m well aware.” I stated. “It’s very obvious. Why do you bring it up?”

“I’m pregnant.” She said without an ounce of hesitation. “It’s yours. You are the only man who has been inside me in weeks.”

“Is that so?” I asked nonchalantly. “I’m not surprised. In fact I consider it a victory. You must’ve known that it was my intention to breed you.”

“I know.” She said with a smile. “I’m only making the announcement.”

“Does Anthony know?” I asked not really caring if he did or not.

“Not yet.” She said. “I want you to tell him.”

Her face was radiant in that moment. Her half loving half devious smile stretched from ear to ear. Her dark brown eyes shown with a wonton lustful hunger that only I could satisfy. I recognized the look immediately.

“Will you?” She asked.

I smiled up at her. I could sense her thrill at the idea. What’s more is that I could visibly see the arousal in her body language.

I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her short hair at the back of her head and brought her thick, soft lips to mine.

“Of course I will.” I said just before giving her a long and lingering kiss.

As we dressed we discussed plans for a dinner...just the three of us. I would meet them at their home and she would prepare the meal. We decided sooner rather than later and set the date for the following Saturday evening. I walked her to her car and forgetting that eyes were present I held her tightly to my body and kissed her in a way that was unmistakably familiar.

I felt her tremble in my arms.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“I know.” I replied. “Now go home and tell Anthony about our playtime.”

She smiled and sat down in her car, turned the key, put it in drive and pulled away. I stood there in the park watching until she turned down a side street and disappeared from my line of sight.

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The next morning I arrived at work to find my usual pastry placed upon my desk. Anthony was hard at work setting up a new holiday display. As soon as I placed my things down I walked over to him and we began our usual banter regarding women and work.

He never brought up previous activities between his wife and myself; not even the few times he had been directly involved. I appreciated that fact simply because I like to avoid awkwardness and because I enjoyed Anthony’s professionalism. He was in fact a fantastic employee. People liked him and that was good for sales.

Fran stopped by briefly that afternoon. She was out and about gathering things here and there and wanted to check in with me. It should be stated that when she did happen by, she rarely acknowledged Anthony anymore and if she did it was to inform him of something household related. She was never impolite or condescending toward him. She clearly still had love for her husband. But she no longer regarded him as a lover. Her body now belonged to me.

This particular afternoon she stopped in to remind Anthony he would need to stop by the grocery store on his way home to gather items for the following evening’s dinner arrangements. She handed him a list and then accompanied me into the back room.

I sat down at my desk, unfastened my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled out my semi erect cock. Fran immediately dropped to her knees between my legs and began sucking in the most loving way imaginable; her eyes completely focused on the object of her desire.

I absolutely loved the way she reverently sucked my cock; the way she held it at the base as her soft lips worked slowly up and down the shaft. She savored every moan that parted my lips and showed her gratitude by swallowing every drop of my seed each and every time.

After she finished I told her to be sure she gave Anthony and nice long kiss before leaving. The devilish smile on her face told me she would gladly obey.

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I arrived at their home the next day around 5 in the evening. Anthony greeted me at the door with a smile and a handshake. He was almost always pleasant and accommodating and one could not help but to like him. He graciously invited me in and immediately asked if I’d like anything to drink. I accepted his offer and was shown into the living room where I found a lovely leather couch. Anthony disappeared into the kitchen and emerged a moment later with two open bottles of Heineken. He handed me one of the bottles and invited me to please have a seat. He sat next to me on the couch and we began our usual conversations about women and what not.

After a short while the conversation turned to sex. We discussed our favorite activities and even swapped a few stories from past trysts. I was becoming aroused during this time and it was clear that Anthony was as well. I sat back into the sofa and Anthony placed his hand on my thigh. It wasn’t awkward or uninvited but it was unexpected.

“Damn man, I can feel your dick.” He said matter of factly. “It’s pretty hard.”

“Yes.” I replied without any hesitation.

“Do you want me to suck it?” He asked.

I didn’t say anything but I reached for my belt. He grabbed my hand to stop me.

“I’ll do that for you.” He said as he began unbuckling me.

He pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking me. His eyes never left my dick.

“Your dick is so fucking thick.” He said as he gently handled it with his large hands. “Fuck. It’s just so damn huge.”

“Shhhhh” I said.

His eyes met mine and by the look in them he understood that now was the time for his silent and focused servitude.

He returned his attention to my now fully erect cock and began moving his large hand, slowly, up and down my shaft. The gentle and sensual way that he massaged my cock gave me a broader understanding about the part he wanted to play in this new relationship. It was loving, yes. But it was also the most respectful thing I’ve experienced with another man.

He brought his full lips to the head of my cock and began to place soft kisses at the tip and then along the shaft until he found his way down to my very heavy and engorged balls. Every part of this affectionate attention felt indescribably good and also unquestionably honest and right. Every aspect, both mental and physical, was completely satisfied in this act. It was the purest form of submission I had ever encountered.

“Fran is pregnant” I said without a hint of trepidation.

He paused momentarily, lifted his head and looked upward toward me. Then in one quick and deliberate motion he wrapped his lips around my cock and took all of it down the back of his throat. He gagged slightly but did not back off one little bit. I saw the tears forming in his eyes, which never left mine, as he struggled to maintain his self induced asphyxiation.

I placed my hand at the back of his head and gave him a reassuring nod. He then backed off enough to catch his breath, only for a short moment, before he began sucking my cock in real earnest.

Between my moaning and his incredibly loud slurping, it was only a matter of time before Fran came in to investigate the goings-on.

“I see you two are having fun” she announced coyly as she situated herself opposite her husband.

We locked eyes as Anthony continued to suck my cock without interruption. She wasn’t going to disturb my pleasure in any way. It was obvious that the combination of seeing my enjoyment and seeing her husbands complete submission was incredibly arousing to her. I could tell by her breathing that the feeling inside her was intense and incredibly urgent and that she was exercising every bit of her self control by not throwing Anthony off of me so she could impale herself on my throbbing member.

“Are you enjoying the show my love?” I knew the question was rhetorical but I wanted to hear what she was feeling.

Fran was unable to come back with anything but a series of low moans and desperately, needy glances. She had become an animal of lust in which words were not only unnecessary but also burdensome. She had reached her highest possible level of personal arousal and had absolutely no idea how to express that aching neediness verbally.

I placed my hand on Anthony’s cheek and he  paused to look up at me. I nodded for him to move out of the way and he instantly understood.

Fran did not hesitate even one second.

She was instantly straddling my lap and lowering herself onto the object of her desire.

It felt like electricity.

Even though we had fucked countless times before it was like nothing I had ever felt with her in the past few weeks. This wasn’t just a little back-room tryst.

It was nothing less than her mind and body completely surrendering and accepting our relationship as eternal and all encompassing.

It was nothing less than Satori.

Her orgasm came almost immediately and when I felt the intensity of it I too exploded deep inside of her. Minutes passed by as our bodies convulsed together in sheer ecstasy; all the while Anthony looked on in complete awe. I knew he needed immediate release but I also knew that he wouldn’t dare touch himself unless I granted him that mercy.

That’s what this life is all about, after all.

A little mercy here and there.