Apparently my current, transient existence has just finished. As much as I adore and am hopelessly devoted to the wondrous Goddess Alia, she no longer gives a shit about me. That’s what she’s just informed me of at least. Apparently her rather exclusive tastes – and wildly profitable secret business – consist of capturing normal males like me, turning them into mindlessly ravenous pain-sluts, and then selling them off for truly monstrous sums into a lifetime of slavery.
Goddess Alia chose me, weirdly enough, out of a police line-up.
I was never any kind of criminal of course – aside from speeding and smoking a little pot, and by that standard we’re all criminals. I was just making a bit of extra money posing. And Goddess Alia never accused me of anything – at least not then. It was only after we’d finished our respective if connected business that she approached me outside.
She was tall, gorgeous, and beautifully severe. Her eyes were a cold, piercing gray, with platinum blonde hair pulled back into a shining ponytail over two feet long. Elegantly dressed and loaded down with diamonds she was obviously extremely wealthy. Adding to this intimidating profile her high cheekbones and pointy jaw gave her features an imperious cast that was only heightened by her haughty, disdainful expression.
“My name is Alia. I saw you in there just now. For some strange reason I’m attracted to you. Come back home and have a drink with me.”
Whoa! Just like that I was being propositioned – for the first time ever – and by a stunningly attractive and clearly high-class older woman. Trying and failing to appear nonchalant I made my quavering reply.
“Okay. Your place or mine?”
“Mine of course. Didn’t you hear what I just said: ‘Come back home and have a drink with me’? Are you deaf or stupid or both?”
This was the first test, though I didn’t realize it at the time: how would I react to being blatantly insulted? Of course I cast my eyes down and humbly muttered an apology – perfect as far as Alia was concerned. She took me back to her palatial estate, where her other necessary criteria were explored prior to my formal capture.
To say I was blown away by the opulence surrounding me is an outrageous understatement. I was still marveling at the extensive grounds, huge house, and finally all the incredibly expensive artwork and furnishings in her enormous bedroom when she drew me in and seated me at the bar. Back turned, she poured us both big glasses of Glenlivet, handed mine over and took the seat next to me. Then under the guise of getting to know me she elicited the information she required.
Of course I was single. Yes, I lived alone. I had no close family at all. My job was boring, trivial and could easily be re-staffed. I’d had a few lovers, nothing serious: four one night stands to be perfectly frank. No one had ever considered me worthy of anything more. And then Alia deftly caught me as I suddenly slipped off the stool next to her and passed out cold.
I have no idea what she slipped into my scotch. I only know that after an interval of impenetrable unconsciousness I slowly emerged into a waking nightmare.
I was lying naked on my belly, cruelly hogtied. My arms and legs were bound so tightly together behind me that my back was bowed up considerably. Some sort of harness gripped my head, both drawing it radically back and holding a big steel ring wedged upright between my teeth. The amount of drool slicking my chin and neck and the agony in my overstressed body indicated that I’d been like this for quite some time. I could even feel some sort of catheter taped to my cock for carrying away urine.
All this was terrifying enough of course. But as an additional shock, the only distinguishable feature in the small black cell holding me was a widescreen high definition TV. Positioned directly in front of my face where I could look at nothing else, this was showing a sadomasochistic video with impeccable production values. On the screen in front of me a man naked except for a hood concealing his head and a harness accentuating his erection was bound out spread-eagled on an inclined wooden plinth. Surrounding him were three lovely young women dressed in wildly arousing if incredibly intimidating fashion. For the next several hours I was forced to watch as they badgered and harangued and pitilessly tortured – and constantly fucked – him in every manner imaginable. And when that movie ended another equally depraved film began.
Finally, after who knew how long, a door opened behind me. High heels clicked into the room, and though I couldn’t see her I recognized Alia’s cruelly amused voice.
“Good. You’ve been awake about four hours now: long enough to have regained complete awareness. Surely you’ve also grasped the enormity of your situation. But I’ll spell it out anyway. Your old life is over forever, and you’ve just entered the first stage of training for your new life as a slave: bondage and brainwashing!”
Of course I immediately began struggling and garbling incoherent protests, which Alia regally ignored. I felt her testing my nearly numb forearms then, which thanks to the ligatures binding together my elbows and wrists surely sported any number of bulging veins. She selected one, and I felt the piercing sting of a needle followed by two strips of tape securing it in place.
“You are belted to the floor of course, and unable to roll or even do more than wriggle a bit. But I still must warn you against trying to dislodge that IV. If you won’t take nutrients this way I’ll have to snake a feeding tube down your throat, which all my previous Slave-boys have found to be nearly unendurable – at least until they’d learned to crave torment in the way that you eventually will.” Here came another mean titter.
“To that end you’re also being fed a suggestibility drug.
“You will lie here, watching my movies around the clock under its influence, and you will soon come to crave taking the place of those submissive men – all former slaves of mine of course, men who like you were (almost) perfectly normal before falling prey to me. So watch, and lust ever more madly, and remember that as soon as you honestly learn to crave pain and sexual subjugation, the sooner you will be released from this cell into my larger dungeon for the next stage of your training.”
With that Alia left me, without once giving me a chance to even glimpse her perfect if dangerously attractive beauty. Indeed all I could do was lie there helplessly cramped in my bonds and view as ordered the endless movies playing before my ring-gagged and painfully restrained face.
And so I did, for more than twenty hours every day. Ever more desperately hungry and thirsty despite whatever was being fed into my veins besides that drug (and believe me it was a potent one) I was also ever more tormented by the constraints of my bondage whenever I emerged from my brief snatches of sleep.
Beyond the ever-escalating agony in my back, neck and shoulders I suffered acute claustrophobia at being barely able to move. Wriggling my numb fingers and toes, twisting my head marginally from side to side and straining maddeningly against my many ropes could in no way alleviate the psychological trauma of being comprehensively restrained for days on end. Of course the only relief I could get from this constantly encroaching madness was to concentrate on the films playing out before me. Thanks to the lack of any other visual or auditory stimuli, and to Alia’s departing warning, and most of all of course to the insidious effect of whatever drug was working within me, I found myself concentrating ever more raptly on the depravities filling that high-def screen.
Often the buxom beauties cavorting there would turn from the suffering submissive being assailed to pose and vamp for the cameras. Hefting their sweating breasts, twisting the aroused nipples, holding their whips by the ends and running them back and forth through the wet clefts of their crotches while moaning or smirking or blowing kisses at me was undeniably arousing. This was of course the first step in my downfall, the crucial beginning of my eventual willing enslavement.
As my cock became inevitably erect I was introduced to a kind of pain that was in its own way weirdly pleasurable. For one thing I had that rubber condom taped about me to carry away waste. This could stretch a bit, as could the tape, but not enough to allow me to get completely erect. Even more maddening, my penis was pulled out backwards between my legs, so that urine could escape unimpeded. Every attempted upward twitch thus met the insurmountable obstacle of the concrete floor. So there I was: helplessly aroused by beautifully sneering and leering leather-clad woman while having my most necessary expression of that arousal painfully stymied in two contributory ways.
Any man out there will understand this: an erection won’t go away just because you tell it to. Indeed the more it’s thwarted the harder it’s going to get. And even if it hurts like hell in its confinement that pain will only contribute to its need to finally spring triumphantly upright and strain toward any necessary heaven.
Thus it was that the unending agony in my attempted erections along with Goddess Alia’s suggestibility drug finally began to marry my reluctant arousal to what I was seeing on the screen before me. After all, no sooner would some voluptuous stunner totally turn me on then she would spin away and allow me an unimpeded view of a similarly gorgeous dominatrix riding some poor (lucky) slave’s harnessed cock while another beautifully hot bitch shocked his nipples with a prod and a fourth whipped him mercilessly. And all the time his cries and moans had that unmistakably erotic tone I was beginning to hear in my own.
And so my conditioning inevitably progressed. As drugs, sexual arousal and constant bombardment with the lifestyle I was intended for continued to work inexorably upon me, my former identity was methodically eroded away, replaced by a far more profitable and appropriate one.
Goddess Alia (she demanded that I call her that always upon her first return, though she always remained out of sight) also added her professional expertise to this transformation every time she came to change my emptied IV bag.
“Change and you can eat,” she’d hiss. “Embrace slavery and you’ll be able to move in a little while! Embrace slavery and you can lick my holy cunt! Embrace slavery and I’ll maybe even ride your worthless cock! Embrace slavery, and my helpers and I will whip and shock and fuck you to paradise, just as we’ve done to so many others!”
Of course I always garbled my fervent acquiescence. And of course Goddess Alia always refused to believe me. I have no idea what sort of insight she employed to determine my readiness for her. I only know that it was perfectly discerning. By the time she finally released me I was truly dedicated to my wonderful new life. When the accusations began I eagerly pleaded guilty to them all.
For the first time in forever Goddess unlocked my head-harness. Immediately I dropped my aching face and neck to the floor, glorying in simple sweet relief. But then Goddess Alia grabbed my hair and yanked me back up to face her. She spat in my face – yet another test – and I gasped rapturously in response. Still she put me through the required regimen, and again I passed with flying colors.
“Good,” she declared. “Repeated research shows that five days are almost always enough for the subliminal messages I’ve added to the video feed to augment the drugs and everything else to produce a perfectly brainwashed slave. Still we have to go through the motions for the camera.” She yanked me up by the hair again, and snarled her demands right into my spit-soiled face.
“Tell me slave, do you love me and every other woman unconditionally?”
“Of course my gorgeous Goddess! Every woman in the history of humanity is a Goddess! I only want to love and serve and suffer under you all most humbly forever!”
My reply was as mindless and reflexive as possible, just like the following ones.
“So slave, does that mean you are desperately eager to submit to any sexual service required no matter how insanely depraved?”
“Oh Goddess I can’t wait for that! Please require it of me now!”
“No. Wouldn’t you rather be tied up and tortured until you die instead?”
“If that’s what you want Goddess, sure. But what would you do without me?”
“I’d just find me another stupid worthless slave,” Goddess sniffed, a remark purposely lost on me in the heaven of her next decree.
“Okay, good enough. Stage one is clearly done. Let’s untie this slave, see to its bodily needs and then prepare it for stage two of its training!”The door opened again, and three other women swarmed into the small cell. I was quickly untied and allowed to begin working some life back into my deadened limbs. But then suddenly I was hit with a taser, sending me into shocked convulsions.
“Just a little warning,” a cold voice tittered. “Any resistance or insubordination will be swiftly punished! Now crawl into the cleaning cubicle there!”
This turned out to be little more than a box with a hole in the floor. Here I discovered that all my body hair had been removed and was now nothing but stubble. I was given a harmless electric razor and ordered to remove this. Then, after being given an enema (the pain and humiliation of which I strangely found unbearably exciting) I was hosed clean with a powerful spray. Finally I was given solid food and allowed to drink before having a heavy leather collar locked about my neck. One of the Goddesses I recognized from the videos attached a leash to this, and I was led on all fours out into the dungeon at last. There under Goddess Alia’s supervision I was clamped out spread-eagled onto a wide, inclined wooden plinth just like the slave in that first video.
A large hard ball was forced into my mouth. This was followed by a tight, stifling rubber hood that enclosed my head completely apart from holes for my eyes and nostrils. Then that insidious harness I’d seen so much of on video was cinched tightly about my painfully erect cock and tingling balls.
“There,” Goddess Alia declared. “Now begins stage two: sex-toy training. Your eventual owner may wish to use you for conventional sex, Slave-boy, though I can’t begin to understand why. Using you in that disgusting way is far beneath a Goddess like me. Therefore I want you to meet the Goddesses Laura, Toya and Anya.”
With a wave of her hand she indicated each. “They among many others will spend the next several days testing and training you in sexual stamina. You will be ridden like a rented mule until you find sex itself a terrible torment, and then be ridden and ridden and ridden some more, until you learn to properly enjoy endlessly prolonged sexual service without orgasmic release. Goddesses, you may begin. I will have you relieved in six hours as usual. I order you to enjoy!”
Goddess Alia turned her back and swept regally from the dungeon then, leaving me at the non-existent mercy of her underlings. Immediately Goddess Laura, with a grin of unholy challenge and a sparkle in her lovely violet eyes, moved in on me.
All three Goddesses were gorgeous of course. But this one I’d found particularly alluring ever since my first sight of her on that first video.
Full and wavy flaming red hair framed a beautiful face and draped shoulders and the slopes of amazingly heavy breasts that were all cream-white speckled everywhere with fetching orange freckles. Wearing only knee-high black boots and a matching corset that cinched in her middle, she exposed hourglass hips, a groin shaved just as bare as mine and those incredibly opulent breasts. Most arresting of all were her gigantic rose-red nipples. Aureoles larger around than silver dollars formed fat cones capped with peg-like tips the length and thickness of the first knuckle of my little finger. Moaning appreciatively I could only lie there, watching helplessly and worshipfully admiring her as she climbed onto the plinth and straddled my clamped-out body.
“Here we go slave,” she said, as she gripped my impossibly hard erection and pressed the head of it into her cleft. “That harness will keep you constantly hard and unable to ejaculate no matter how much you might need release. So get ready to get fucked into insanity!” She slid down onto me then and immediately began riding me.
Of course I was in instant ecstasy: I’d never even seen such a hot Goddess naked, and suddenly I was being wildly fucked by one. Just watching those fantastic tits dangle down and swing around was intolerably arousing, to say nothing of her absolutely expert rhythm. But then things became immeasurably worse. Rather than stand by and watch, Goddesses Toya and Anya (a powerfully muscular black Goddess and a slim but cruel-looking brunette respectively) picked up small hand floggers and moved to the bottom two corners of the plinth. There they began casually whipping the soles of my feet.
This was just painful enough to be masochistically exciting without distracting me from the glories of my most heavenly intercourse ever. Soon I was so over-stimulated that I was writhing futilely in my bonds and panting explosively through my nose. My tightly harnessed balls churned with the need for release, but of course as decreed orgasm was a strict impossibility. Within ten minutes of this I was truly in torment, and truly loving it. That state of exalted excitement couldn’t last forever though. And of course stage two of my training was barely beginning.
For a full hour Goddess Laura fucked me this way, never climaxing or even getting visibly excited. It seemed that wildly riding me was just a job she had to do, one that was agreeable enough but not particularly rewarding. Meanwhile my other two Goddesses continued to methodically afflict me with relatively mild tortures: applying clothespins to my nipples long enough for the pain to fade to numb and then reawakening it ten-fold by twisting them slowly off; tightly pinching my toes in unpredictable order, dripping molten candle wax onto my bare skin, plus dozens of other cleverly inventive cruelties. By the time the hour was up I was whimpering helplessly, no longer exalted by excitement but swamped by a surfeit of it. I actually sobbed with relief when Goddess at last climbed off me. But then bad Goddess Toya immediately took her place.
So scarily muscular was this big black Goddess that I wailed with dread as she pitilessly mounted and inserted me. I was right to do so. While a bit less attractive than Goddess Laura she was much stronger, and a far more powerful fucker. So roughly did she ride me that I was actually crying nonstop well before her hour had finished. Then cruel Russian Goddess Anya had her turn, slapping my face and squeezing my bloated testicles one after another as she rode me, before finally making way for Goddess Laura once more. For six long hours they fucked and simultaneously tormented me in shifts this way, until endless sex truly became the terrible torture I’d been assured it would. And then three new Goddesses arrived to relieve them, unimaginably prolonging the horror.
By the time my first twelve-hour day of sex-toy training was up my cock was so swollen, tender and abraded from the constant friction that when they removed the harness, let it go limp at last and rolled the condom catheter back down onto it the pain was absolutely exquisite. Meanwhile in addition to being outrageously exhausted and debilitated, I was such an emotional wreck that it took the threat of the feeding tube again before I could force myself to choke down the plain cheese sandwich they gave me to eat. Finally I was returned to my cell, hogtied up tight once again and granted a brief, blessed visit by glorious Goddess Alia before being locked in for the night.
“Well Slave-boy, did you enjoy your first day of sex-toy training like ordered?”
“I tried, my beloved Goddess,” I blubbered contritely. “But you were right: it eventually became a terrible torment!”
“Of course I was right!” she indignantly retorted. “Am I not a Goddess? Still I order you once again to enjoy it tomorrow, and for as long as it takes for you to become addicted to endless sex without orgasm. That’s the only condition I make when I sell a male slave: that he never experience an orgasm again. So get used to it! The sooner you learn to love being a mindlessly impotent fuck-toy, the sooner you can move on to oral training, and start servicing my sacred pussy. Isn’t that incentive enough for you?”
“Oh Goddess Alia, how I desperately crave that day!”
“Good. You will not see me again until then. My helper Goddesses will see to all your needs until they report to me that your sex addiction is genuine and ineradicable.”
Goddess left me then, sealing me in the unfathomable dark with all my many discomforts and the daunting scale of the challenge that lay ahead of me. Only when I had managed to surmount this last would I be allowed back into the incomparably divine presence I now needed more than life itself.
Finally my exhaustion conquered me. And the next day was an almost exact repeat of the one previous. I was released to eat, drink, be bathed, shaved and given an enema. Then I was clamped back onto the plinth for twelve more hours of nonstop sex.
Desperately I tried to do as Goddess Alia had ordered, and enjoy being an impotent little fuck-toy despite the ever-worsening damage to my harnessed-up erection. And for longer than I’d have thought possible I succeeded. In fact as conditioned to crave pain as I was that penile damage even helped me. Of course the divine loveliness of the Goddesses riding me helped even more. And as the day progressed my back side became ever more abraded too from being endlessly ground against that hard wooden plinth. On top of all this the torments I was subjected to steadily increased in severity too.
The handheld shock prod I’d seen in the video made its appearance, proving a wonderful distraction from my constantly mounting carnal frustration. The essentially harmless little floggers were replaced by larger ones, riding crops and finally long single-tail whips. Yet even as cruelly as my Goddesses tortured me, the even worse torture of my un-relievable arousal and excitement eventually trumped everything. I spent the second half of the day crying and writhing bitterly again, wanting only an end to the seemingly endless orgy of sex. It wasn’t until the third day of my sex-toy training that the breakthrough finally came.
Cruel Goddess Anya was seated astride me, one hand behind her back squeezing and twisting my testicles ruthlessly while she pumped her hips in madly pneumatic fashion. Her medium-sized but deliciously pointy breasts poked through circular cutouts in her skintight latex top and bobbed beautifully about as she fucked me. Meanwhile Goddess Laura rolled a needle-sharp spur wheel over and around my chest and armpits while Goddess Toya put her considerable strength to use beating the arch of my latest foot with a heavy wooden dowel.
By this time pain had again ceased to be a useful distraction and I was blubbering as usual at my inability to achieve the release my over-stimulated body demanded. As I’d been doing for the last day and a half I tried desperately to concentrate on the heavenly prospect of orally servicing Goddess Alia. As she’d said: what more incentive did I need? So far though this thought had only served to stupidly excite me even more. But then suddenly, in the midst of all the pain from my torture, my penis and back abrasions and the madness of male denial swamping me, I had a revelation.
This frustration was of course the most appropriate torment of all! After all I’d been brainwashed and conditioned to crave pain, and even sexual submission. But nothing had prepared me for such an unprecedented glut of sex combined with the total elimination of orgasm. This was the ultimate test of my worthiness as a slave, especially considering that I’d only been laid four times (and had ejaculated shamefully early on each occasion) whilst I’d spent the last six or so years masturbating daily.
This endless sex and eternal denial was the only punishment appropriate for my most fundamental failing as a male. From now on I would have to seek my sexual fulfillment in the diametrically opposite way I’d first been exposed to on the videos. At the thought of Goddess Alia doing that to me, coupled with the prospect of finally receiving the ultimate communion from her (take, eat, in memory of me) I became more madly aroused than ever. And yet I’d achieved the necessary epiphany. Finally I was able to glory in my ever escalating excitement and frustration as much as in my wonderful pain. I thrashed and moaned ever more desperately, and yet I stopped crying entirely. Bracing my wounded back on the plinth I even raised my hips, lifting my similarly wounded cock even higher for Goddess Anya to even more ferociously fuck.
With extensive experience in these matters all three Goddesses knew immediately that they’d succeeded. They whooped with victory, and set about fucking and torturing me ever more vigorously. For the rest of that day and all the next my many Goddesses and I worked tirelessly at perfecting my new addiction, until at last I was deemed ready for further sex-toy training, the most important and rewarding of all: oral and anal.
And so I had finally proven worthy of that ultimate glory! Despite my usual exhaustion I lay awake late in the darkness, the visions crowding my head even more compelling than the videos I was again being subjected to. Then finally morning arrived, and day five of my sex-toy training began just like the first four had – with one absolutely crucial difference. This time the big ball was left out of my mouth and the holes in the tight rubber hood rendering me faceless and anonymous had a different configuration. I no longer had eyeholes in which to see my divinely lovely Goddesses. And a new large hole left my mouth, lips and tongue entirely free.
Already madly excited about the Holy Communion upcoming my heart-rate kicked into overdrive as the sound of Goddess Alia’s unmistakably firm, booted tread and coldly amused voice finally approached me.
“Congratulations Slave-boy. You have finally earned the honor of servicing me. And while I suggested you would get to ‘see’ me today, I’m afraid that was but a trick of semantics. You will remain blind until your oral training is over. But you’ll get to taste me and all your other current Goddesses too, and in more ways than one. Won’t that be just so immeasurably better than merely seeing us?”
“Of course Goddess Alia!” I reflexively responded. “This day will be the highlight of my so far otherwise worthless life!”
“As a male your life will always be worthless,” Goddess sniffed out of the darkness next to me. “Just because you can occasionally provide the superior beings around you with sexual or sadistic gratification never changes that fact in the slightest. And you’d damn well better gratify me immensely, my newest temporary sex-toy. I don’t suffer sexual disappointment well at all!”
With that I felt the incomparably glorious Goddess Alia climb onto the plinth and straddle my hooded head. She smelled immediately heavenly, and when she sank down onto my mouth to let me feed at last the taste of her was absolutely ambrosial.
I’d only eaten pussy once before, after one of my disappointed hook-ups demanded it. I hadn’t enjoyed the experience, and judging by the way she’d soon left in high dudgeon neither had she. Well, my thorough conditioning job had solved the first problem – I wanted nothing more than to service Goddesses until I smothered to death under them. And leave it to those same Goddesses’ training to swiftly solve the second!
After several minutes of greedy but obviously ineffectual lapping Goddess Alia proved the truth of her warning.
“You suck, and not in a good way. You’ve got to find the clit, the ‘little man in the boat’. Laura, give him some incentive! And you, Anya, break out the beer. We’re going to need it!”
Suddenly I felt the searing kiss of the shock prod on the very tip of my pre-come leaking erection. That liquid conductive magnified the electrical agony enormously, magnifying my excitement accordingly. Then my left testicle was shocked, then the right, then my tender anus, the abraded shaft, then the wet tip again and on and on in unpredictable succession. Immediately galvanized I redoubled my efforts.
Rather than just lapping away like an overexcited puppy I began using my tongue to eagerly explore. Spreading Goddess’ tasty wet flaps I stroked and probed everywhere, until at last I exposed a hidden little nubbin. Goddess Alia’s first gasp of pleasure announced my success, and I tongued this vigorously all about until she interrupted her gasps and moans to instruct me again.
“Don’t just play with it Slave-boy! Suck it, suck it hard! Just pretend it’s a tiny little dick – kind of like your own!”
Amused titters from all around greeted this sally, punctuated by the popping of bottle caps and the clinking of toasts. Again the tip of my hard-hard (if admittedly little) cock was shocked and I naturally did immediately as I was told. I sucked that lovely little nubbin in between my lips and slavishly pleasured it as if it was one of Goddess Laura’s enormous nipples.
These had been haunting my thoughts constantly of course, yet I needed no fantasy to encourage me. The sound of Goddess Alia’s cries of joy were more than enough to inspire me to ever greater efforts. Hoping not to stale the sensations with repetitiveness I began to briefly interrupt my enthusiastic sucking with tip-of-the-tongue lashing before returning to my oh-so eager suckling. It took only ten minutes or so of this before the most treasured experience of my life to date blessed me.
Goddess Alia’s cries scaled wildly upward, and suddenly the thighs clamping the sides of my face quivered convulsively. Her crotch pressed down on my open mouth with all the weight of her body and all the force of her orgasm, and then the delicious juices that had been trickling into me became a spray, as Goddess ejaculated copiously into me. Oh-so greedily I imbibed this most Holy Communion, achieving at last the touched-by-the-divine apotheosis all my previous years of misguided Catholicism had failed to deliver. For who knew how long my Goddess screamed and shook and sprayed her divine blessing into my grateful face, before at last falling forward atop me.
Exalted more than ever by my success I could only fight for breath in ecstatic delight. But then she sat back up, sealing her crotch back over my mouth and demanding a beer from her underlings. Even through the latex hood and the obstruction of her close by thighs I heard the gurgling as she chugged it in one, and then the musical crash as she dashed the empty to the floor. Then I heard words of hope and horror that, thanks to my conditioning, I somehow found equally arousing.
“Well done, Slave-boy. You are a quick learner and a very avid eater. I’m almost tempted to keep you for myself, rather than sell you to my client in Morocco. But I have yet to truly consecrate you into the eternal service of The Goddess. Coming into you is one thing. But going into you is the true baptism!”
Barely had I processed this madness when Goddess Alia began to recycle her beer. Of course her beer was still in her belly, but that was the only way I could think of it as my mouth was suddenly flooded with urine. Then my Goddesses gave me the necessary incentive.
Goddess Laura again shocked my dick-tip and this time she pitilessly held the prod there, continuing the wonderful agony indefinitely. Simultaneously another hand began twisting and pulping my nuts – obviously Goddess Toya this time judging by the strength of her grip. Then again came Goddess Alia’s irrefusable voice.
“Drink up! This is the only liquid you get until tomorrow!”
Convulsively I swallowed. Then I merely opened my throat and let that holy liquid swirl down my unworthy drain. For a seeming eternity my most inarguably divine Goddess baptized me, consecrating me forever as her Slave-boy, no matter if or who I was eventually sold to. And when she finally finished, and allowed me to lick her clean, absolute repugnance had been miraculously transformed into desperate craving.
Of course I had all day to sate this craving, judging by the sound of endlessly opening beers all around. But first Goddess decreed an absolutely unthinkable reward for me. As she climbed off the plinth at last, and went to choose a truly diabolical instrument of torture for herself, she gave Goddess Laura an order I couldn’t believe. And then my stunned ecstasy skyrocketed when buxom Goddess Laura specified this.
“Okay Laura it’s your turn. I believe I’ll take the forceps there, and have a go at tormenting you myself for awhile. But beyond this wonderful reward I think he deserves something more for learning proper cunt service so quickly. Why don’t you gift him with something he’s never likely to get again?”
“Gladly!” exclaimed Goddess Laura, as her weight shivered the plinth as she climbed on. “I’ve known this Slave-boy was a tit addict from the first day – he just cannot stop ogling mine. And I know your client in Morocco – she has nothing but tiny nubs. Let’s treat him to a joy he’s obviously never known and surely never will again!”
Goddess Laura’s straddling weight settled atop my belly then. And astonishingly her center was already wet. Then I felt her freckled forearms bracketing my head and one of her surely singular (except for the other of course) nipples being thrust into my mouth.
Oh dear Goddess, how could I have possibly proved worthy of this? Of course to elevate such ecstasy above that of Goddess Alia’s clit or piss would be vilest blasphemy, and so I could never dream of doing so. Still Goddess Laura was of course omniscient too. I’d had exactly two Goddesses’ tits in my face until then, and judging by Goddess Laura’s divine endowment they were as pitifully ordinary as my now forever impotent penis. As my mouth was so wholly filled, as my lips closed about a circumference larger than any cock (or so I naively dreamed), as my tongue first tasted and then flicked about that inch-long, centimeter-thick nipple, I could’ve sworn that I had truly died, and arrived in some alternate but unequal male heaven.
Of course this time I needed no one to tell me to suck. Latching onto that enormous nipple like a ravenous leech I pulled and pulled and pulled at it with all the power of my cheeks. So close to me was Goddess Laura that I could hear the barely audible, purposely stifled moans she sought to hide from her boss. Immensely gratified that my reward was rewarding her I redoubled my efforts, suckling feverishly at that big succulent tit until it was at last wrenched away.
For an immeasurably miserable instant I thought this once-in-a-lifetime experience was over already. But then Goddess Laura pressed my hooded, maddeningly insensate face deep into her cleavage and began thrashing my cheeks about, slapping me right and left with her wondrous breasts before grinding them exquisitely against me and finally popping the other swollen, distended nipple into my mouth.
Once again I was allowed to hungrily suck and suck and suckle away, so transported with joy that I barely registered the hand crushing my nuts or the prod still shocking the tip of my wildly straining erection. Again I heard Goddess Laura’s hidden moans (our own little secret) and I wasn’t surprised that she let me service her glorious tits all I wanted until Goddess Alia at last lost patience with us.
“That’s enough Laura. You act like he’s your lover, not your slave. Now that he knows what else he’ll be missing all his life you can ride and come and pee in his face. I want access to his nipples, and you’re in my way.”
I heard a tiny whine of distress from Goddess Laura, and then one of the two best nipples in all of existence was ripped away from me, leaving me with nothing but treasured memories for the rest of my life. Then Goddess Laura was sitting on my blind face and pressing her cunt against my mouth. Eagerly I began to eat her, delighted and secretly prideful to find her holy pussy already liberally awash with nectar. I had created that in my Goddess! While riding my cock for days had failed to excite her in the least, a few short minutes of servicing her fabulous tits had primed this Goddess perfectly for a swift and sure orgasm.
Immediately I sought out the clit, and began repeating the techniques taught to me by Goddess Alia. Goddess Laura cried out sharply in response and the race to climax was suddenly on. Determined to pay her back in spades for the brief glimpse of her own personal heaven she’d gifted me with I sucked and flicked at her surprisingly big clit as though possessed. Then I felt the cold steel of Goddess Alia’s forceps clamp agonizingly shut on my left nipple and begin to pull and twist.
This ripping pain only increased my excitement, accelerating my oral ministrations. First one nipple, then the other, then endless other strategic bits of skin she clamped and twisted: all over my scrotum, all over the shaft and foreskin of my erection, my underarms and any other place she could find a bit of loose skin. Meanwhile Goddess Toya (always recognizable by her great strength) whipped my torso with a single-tail and Goddess Anya took turns caning the soles of my feet.
All the while I frantically serviced Goddess Laura, glorying in every stab and slash of pain but most of all in her ever more passionate response. Finally she cried out an order to me that I was delighted to oblige, despite what it said about my oral technique and the suitability of my dick.
“Just hold out your tongue! Hold it out as far as you can and let me fuck it like a dick!”
Of course I immediately did, and so did she. Again, what fucking my cock had failed to do for her, riding my tongue accomplished within a minute. Humping me with an unrestrained passion that was completely absent the previous four days Goddess Laura shrieked and quaked and rode my face before suddenly spurting her hot love-juices forcefully into me. So grateful did I find myself toward her then that I imbibed every drop of my subsequent baptism like it was Dom Pérignon. I was almost as sorry when the tap ran dry as when she’d tore her heavenly tit away from me for the last time.
No matter. Another Goddess promptly took her place. And so with no more interruptions or rewards the rest of the day proceeded, with four gorgeous (though I couldn’t see them) Goddesses drinking beer and alternately torturing me, riding on and coming and peeing in my face for twelve full hours, with no change of shift this day.
These Goddesses were enjoying themselves far too much to turn me over to another crew. And of course the more beer they drank the longer and more often they had to piss. First they began peeing in me both before and after they rode my face, and then all in succession at every break. Eventually I became too bloated to swallow any more, and they took to simply squatting above me and spraying my face, marking their territory and wonderfully defiling me simultaneously.
Of course their tortures became more enthusiastic as they got drunker too. Goddess Alia had let slip that stage three involved severe pain training, and by the time my extensively wounded body was again hogtied up for the night I couldn’t possibly imagine how my constant punishment could get more severe.
No matter. I still had two more days of sex-toy training before the week was up, and it was the two days I’d lately been looking forward to the most. Again I was kept up late in anticipation. And again I thrilled to Goddess Alia’s voice out of the darkness at the proper start of the next terribly trying, if ultimately incredibly important day.
After being fed, watered and cleansed both inside and out I was brought from my cell as usual. At first the only change was the blinding, stifling latex hood that had been left in place, as ordered, from the day before. But soon it became clear that in addition to my perpetual blindness the daytime restraints were being radically changed as well.
Blind I crawled as usual into the dungeon. But when the towing leash was released from my collar I was suddenly surprisingly seized by all four limbs and lifted not up onto the usual wide inclined plinth, but onto a small table I reckoned to be about just three feet square. This time I was placed belly-down, and holy shit but the changes just kept coming. First I was strapped to the table at the small of my back, just as I was usually secured to the floor. Then I was hogtied again, and even more restrictively than at night. My lower legs were bent back, and my ankles belted tightly to my thighs. My legs were spread wide, and my knees tied to cleats on the sides of the table. My arms were bound together behind me at the elbows and wrists as usual. But instead of being bound to my feet – which my novel spread of the legs prohibited – a rope ran from my wrists to another cleat at the back of the table. So tightly drawn was this rope that my back was arched worse than ever. Then one last rope was run from a ring on the top of my hood to the same cleat, and pulled even tighter so that my blind eyes faced the sky and my neck was even more stressed than my back.
Suddenly something big and hard and slick was forced up my ass. Wasn’t this a day early? But then once it was lodged safely behind my sphincter this object merely began to vibrate hotly. Then came that wonderful voice from heaven, and I knew (of course) who had violated me for the first time.
“Okay Slave-boy,” spoke Goddess Alia. “The first day of your oral training went wonderfully. Let’s hope day two goes just as well.
“You will have noticed of course that we’ve been calling you Slave-boy all along. This name was given to you in anticipation rather than actuality. Now it’s finally time for you to earn it. Today we fuck your face for twelve hours straight. And you will suck our cocks like you can’t get enough of them. Then, if you prove as adept at this form of oral service as the other, tomorrow we will finally treat you to extensive anal training and even more exciting double-fucking before you graduate to stage three.
“Of course the cocks you suck today will (just like tomorrow) get ever larger and harder, and of course you will suck (and be fucked) by mine first and foremost. No matter what other infatuations you may have or will eventually experience, you eternally belong to me, Slave-boy. I found you, I caught you; I claimed you and trained you. And now I make you mine ineradicably forever. I have just a modest six by one inches of soft rubber dick strapped on, and yet you will joyfully service it as if it were my own holy flesh. Open your mouth now, so I can stick my gloriously divine organ into it!”
Like a basking shark I gaped impossibly wide. Thanks to the tininess of the table and the strict bondage of my body upon it my gaping mouth and the unsuspecting gullet behind were both at the perfect height and alignment to be most wonderfully fucked. And so they promptly were.
Goddess Alia gave me a minute or so to purse my lips about the organ invading me, and to practice suckling like I’d never yet dreamed. Oh a dick was so much bigger and better than a clit or nipple! Truly I was ecstatically maddened by the length and thickness of the organ in my mouth. But then Goddess grabbed my hooded, restrained, cruelly drawn back head and began fucking my helpless face more violently than any of her lovely minions had attacked my harnessed erection or tongue.
Immediately I gagged on the object pounding into my throat. Cheers and jeers rained down on me as I retched helplessly.
“Yeah, choke on it Slave-boy!”
“Suck that cock, you filthy slut!”
“Take it all, take it deep; gargle on big hard Goddess meat!”
Most compelling of all though was the sound of Goddess Alia, my eternal soul-owner, panting and moaning as she drove her big hard erection into me. Despite my deep autonomic revulsion I was as excited and gratified as ever to be providing her with sexual pleasure. And so I fought desperately to do as my other Goddesses encouraged me: learn how to take it all, take it deep without gagging; become a supremely proficient little cocksucking slut that just lived for the dicks being brutally rammed into it.
Unfortunately it took over two hours before I accomplished this feat. First Goddess Alia fucked my face to climax, then the brutish Goddess Toya had her muscular way with me, and cruel Goddess Anya was well into her violent turn before I finally learned to suppress the gag reflex. By the time Anya finished hammering ecstatically into me I’d finally managed to accept and enjoy having my mouth and throat viciously invaded. And course by the time lovely Goddess Laura screamed and pounded out her contagious climax I’d learned to truly love the incredible ordeal. Just in time too – it was glorious Goddess Alia’s turn again.
As promised her cock was bigger this time, and harder too. Indeed all that endless day the cocks constantly fucking my face just kept getting bigger and harder, repeatedly testing me to my absolute limits. And yet I’d been impeccably conditioned. I passed each test with flying colors, and as I was finally released, returned to my cell and bound up for the night all of the Goddesses present kept congratulating me, and teasing me about the next big day ahead, the most momentous culmination of my sex-toy training. They even removed the hood after days of impenetrable blindness (though they left that vibrator buzzing my abysmally sore ass), and replayed endless videos of gladly groveling male slaves being butt-fucked into oblivion by their supremely dominant and superior Goddesses all night long.
Naturally I yet again found sleep almost impossible to come by. I was just far too excited and aroused. And the instant my condom catheter was removed in the morning my constantly straining cock sprang eagerly into full erection. Oh how it ached and throbbed and bobbed! Of course Goddess Laura right away wrapped it tightly in its restraining harness. Then she teased me worse than ever by licking that hot dick from strap to tip, another too-brief wonder I’d never experienced and never would again. She followed this with a grin and wink as she finally pulled the vibrator from me.
“We can’t have you coming all over the place now, can we? I didn’t spend all those hours riding this worthless cock just to have you go and ejaculate the minute I start brutally paying you back for all that unwanted penetration. Face it now if you haven’t already: your ejaculation days are over, slave. From now on you take the dick. And I’ll bet that what you get from us today is the best it’s ever going to get for you. My fellow Goddesses and I have got a lot of practice at this; it’s the most rewarding part of slave training for us, better even than the money we get for you. I recommend you make the most of the experience!”
Oh praise the wondrous Goddess, she was so beautiful! From the unbelievably fetching little widow’s peak at the top of her forehead down to the big cock already strapped about her crotch and beyond she was simply ravishing. Somehow I choked out my acquiescence.
“I will treasure this day forever Goddess Laura, just as I will the taste of your nipples and the feel of your tongue on me. If I could belong to anyone forever after Goddess Alia I would choose you.”
“How sweet,” she smirked, clipping the leash to my locked-on collar. “Let’s go. My cock is hungry to ravish your tight little ass.”
Thus I was led crawling out to yet another new piece of equipment. This was a leather-padded cylinder again about a meter long set waist-high off the floor. Rails below this on either side were clearly for securing a slave’s limbs judging by the black leather belts hanging from them. Indeed: once I was made to climb up, straddle the cylinder and kneel upon these my legs were strapped tightly down at the ankle and knee. I was bent forward then to lie atop the horse, with my harnessed and madly aroused erection bent backwards underneath me. Then as usual I was belted tightly to the cylinder by a wide leather strap at the small of my back.
Of course my arms were secured next: belted tightly together behind me at the wrists and elbows, a dismally familiar configuration from my nightly hogtying. Only this time my ankles weren’t available to further secure them. No matter: a simple snap locked the belt about my wrists to the one securing me to the cylinder. Finally all that needed to be restrained for the day’s festivities was my head.
Rather than the usual rubber hood I was restrained with the same ring-gag harness I first awoke with. Of course this was quickly used to stretch and hold my head as far back, and my mouth as wide open as possible. Then before I could even more than begin to fruitlessly test my muscles against my bonds I heard the boot-heel clicks and amused titter of my most desperately beloved Goddess approaching me.
“So, Slave-boy, here you are all trussed up and ready to be fucked for as long and hard and from either end your Goddesses choose. I trust your chemical and psychological conditioning have primed you appropriately for this moment? Tell me how desperately you want to prove a shamefully submissive Slave-boy for me! I know you can’t speak or even nod, so flutter your eyelashes for me. Flirt and beg for sex, for your all-important anal training. Show me how much you want it!”
With that Goddess Alia finally walked around in front of me. And Great Goddess Immortal she was so surpassingly lovely and arousing that I would have died for her on the spot without any questions asked. And as for agreeing to my splendid new sex life? What a literal no-brainer!
Goddess Alia was wondrously naked but for three exceptions. White leather boots rose to just past her knees. White leather gauntlets gloved her to just past the elbow. And strapped about her crotch was a white plastic cock the same size and shape of the first one she used on me.
Immediately I was stricken with a craving to suck it. But then I remembered far more rewarding penetrations were being offered here. Once again a flood of mindless submission sought to tumble out of me. Of course my bonds prevented this and I settled for the frantic eyelash fluttering demanded. Goddess Alia tittered again at my obvious fervor. Then she accepted formal eternal control over my soul as she moved purposely around behind me.
“Hear ye all unto the limits of the universe: this slave’s soul is mine! Though I may sell its transient body away, I retain all rights to it in the afterlife. It will serve and service me throughout all eternity! I hereby seal this endless compact by fucking my soul-slave up his mortal ass. His acceptance of, and eventual unparalleled delight in this most outrageously dominant act proves unimpeachably to all that he belongs to me throughout all eternity!”
And so Goddess Alia stepped up behind me. She grasped my already abraded cheeks with both hands and pried them widely apart. She aligned her divine organ then and proved the truth of all her words by claiming my soul forever even as she stabbed brutally into my body for the first time ever.
I cried out in agonized ecstasy even as she screamed her divine triumph. And so began my climactic, desperately sought anal training with Goddess Alia, and then endless other Goddesses fucking me nonstop in the ass all day long.
Soon I was being fucked in the face again as well, taken pitilessly in both holes and subjected to all kinds of other little tortures all the while. As before the cocks just kept getting bigger and harder, until the evening culminated with Goddess Alia using a beautifully carved, highly polished and finished twelve-inch hardwood dildo on me. Finally I was deemed to be a perfectly trained dick addict, a sex toy worthy of any Goddess in all of creation. Thus I graduated at last to the third and final stage of my slave training: severe pain.
Over the next several days I endured everything I’d seen on the videos and more. I was stretched on the rack, suspended upside down and subjected to the most extreme tortures imaginable. I screamed myself hoarse daily until I could barely speak above a whisper and my body had sustained all the damage it could bear without affecting my market value. Then finally Goddess Alia pronounced herself satisfied and done with me at the same time. I was ready for sale, she declared the following morning and needed only to be prepped for shipping to my new Moroccan Goddess Amorata.
“She’s already seen your movies and she can’t wait to get her hands on you. I must say I’ve enjoyed your videos too – they will definitely assist me in the training of countless other slaves. So, let’s just get you ready for shipping. You’ve got a two week ocean voyage ahead of you, and I don’t want you damaged in transit.”
First I was cleaned up and shaved as usual, and given one final prodigious enema. A huge butt plug was forced into me, and the condom catheter reapplied. A curious ball-gag with a hole through the middle was strapped in place about my face, and I was led out to confront an impossibly small rectangular metal cage. I stepped through the open top and first knelt and then squatted in this as ordered.
Right away my ankles were chained to my thighs, and these bindings then secured to the side bars of the cage with heavy padlocks. I was pushed over facedown then until my belly met my thighs and I found breathing uncomfortable. My arms were chained tightly together behind me at the elbows and wrists as always, and the lid of the cage was closed and locked. My wrist chains were then locked to the bars of the low lid, stressing my shoulders worse than ever. I could barely move. And then began the real torments.
Short chains were locked from my collar to both sides and to the roof and floor of the cage, severely restricting any movement of my head as well. Terribly cramped and scrunched up, unable to move anything now but my fingers and toes, I couldn’t begin to imagine how I might endure an hour like this, much less a fortnight. Then I found out.
“Now for the feeding tube,” announced Goddess Alia with grim relish. Suddenly my cage was lifted into a shipping crate equipped with a bizarre variety of computerized gadgetry. A tube was pushed through the hole in my gag and down my throat, a terrible, revolting experience made no more endurable by all my oral Slave-boy training. Finally it was finished, and Goddess Alia explained.
“Twice a day you’ll have a watery mush pumped into your stomach to sustain you during your trip. That way you shouldn’t need to shit. The catheter will of course carry away any piss. And since you can’t breathe through your mouth as you are, you’ll have to be put on a ventilator too.” Again Goddess supervised as plugs were fitted in my nostrils and small tubes pushed up my nose, through my sinuses and into my throat, another horribly torturous invasive experience I could have done without despite my conditioned craving for pain. For several panicky moments I couldn’t breathe at all. Then the ventilator was switched on, and air began pumping steadily in and out of my lungs.
Rolling my eyes in limitless distress, I looked up to see Goddess Alia, assisted by Goddess Laura, lifting and sliding a heavy wooden lid into place. Before shutting me away completely they paused to make their farewells. Goddess Laura leaned forward and waggled her dangling, incomparable breasts at me.
“So long, slut! Think about suckling these forever. You’ll never suck or touch or likely even see their like again!” She blew me a sneering kiss and backed out of view. Goddess Alia was even crueler in her dismissal.
“Good-bye Slave-boy. Enjoy your trip, and your new life as a eunuch pain-and-slut slave in a Moroccan brothel! I hear they can be absolutely evil over there!” With that she worked her mouth about and then spit in my face one last time, spraying me all over unbelievably. Then with one last push she fitted the heavy lid into place. Enclosed in pitch black darkness I listened in terror then as long nails were hammered in one after another, sealing my coffin-like crate for shipment.
Still abysmally horrified by the feeling of being buried alive in such incredibly cramped confinement, I still found it within me to mourn miserably the fact that I’d never see either Goddess in the flesh again. In response I desperately savored every warm, trickling rill and drop of Goddess Alia’s holy saliva as I was left alone to face whatever interminable horrors and wonders lay ahead of me.