Message-ID: <5976eli$9711301032@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: edwardt1@hotmail.com (Edward T) Subject: Pooch's Story (Part 10) (BDSM, FF/F, Scat, Slave, Severe) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <65q99j$9vr$4@news.interlog.com> This story contains intense, graphic details of the life of a formerly willing sex slave named Pooch. It is not intended to be read by children or those that are offended by such material. It is a work of fiction containing acts that are not recomended for emulation in the real world. It is an on going story that will continue as long as the readers indicate a strong desire for it to do so. Your email is the expresioin of choice. I am looking for ideas for a visit in a future chapter, to a tatoo artist. The tatoo should be demeaning in nature but should be beautiful in design not detractingfrom the slaves over all appearance but enhancing it. Pooch's Story (c) Into the Fire 1 (Part 10) What Pooch noticed about the state of the house she caught mostly out of the corners of her eyes. She dared not appear tardy as she rushed to the kitchen. She noticed some pain in her feet from the canning but paid no attention. Once in the kitchen she found a spatula, still resting in a dirty frying pan. She picked it up and then looked to the floor for her feeding bowl. What she found was a stainless steel dog bowl with the humiliating, ever present 'Pooch - Toilet Slave' scrawled on the side, in what looked like red lipstick. Also on the floor, by the door leading to the basement stairs there was a curious looking wooden bucket. A brass plate on the side said 'Royal Navy.' Over the edge of the bucket hung a handle fashioned from twisted rope, from which ran a multitude of knotted tails. Pooch couldn't make out how many. The bucket was filled with what appeared to be water. Both the bucket and the rope were dark with age. With bowl and tool in hand Pooch ran as fast as her hobbled legs would go, back to the library. Pooch cleaned up the mess on the floor filling the feed bowl. By the time she arrived at the playroom door she was out of breath, frightened of what she maybe facing next. She was sure that someone would say that she had taken too long, earning her more punishment. She appreciated the smooth finish with rounded edges on her leg irons. Her shins were being spared a great deal of injury. Pooch had found something to be thankful for, humane irons. Her legs were still being bruised by the hard metal though the level of pain was bearable. Injury no longer mattered. What was important now was how much pain could she tolerate and still obey her lady, Mistress Marla. If she had two broken legs and Marla told her to stand and walk Pooch would have stood up an walked. She would do whatever she was told as best she could. Her mind kept giving her pictures of the new whips she had just seen. As Pooch walked down the cellar stairs she began to fell uncertain if she would ever come out. Yet, her fear of Marla was greater than her fear of death. That was the only reason why she walked down the stairs. Fear of what would happen to her if she tried to escape, forced even the word itself to be vanquished from her mind. Even thinking about it could get her into trouble. She had been told that she would be watched all the time. She didn't stand a chance. Marla was giving her guest a tour of the playroom when a very pale Pooch stepped inside. It had changed. A half dozen cages of different shapes and sizes lined the left wall. From the mid point of the right wall protruded a six foot, wood beam, eight inches square, secured to the wall by steel hinge and held parallel to the floor by a chain running from the front of the beam to an anchor bolt set deep into the wall behind it. A winch had been installed above the lid covering the pit. Pooch supposed that this was to allow Marla to open the pit without Ed's help. Scattered around the perimeter of the floor there were all kinds of stocks that Pooch had never seen before Standing in the back, right corner was a gallows straight out of a western movie. A rope, tied into a hangman's knot dangled from a broad wood beam, over the low platform on which the victim stood. Lack of height in the cellar room prevented the platform from being any higher than two feet. The sight of the gallows sent a chill through the slaves spine. In the near right corner, occupying a significant portion of the room stood a circular steel tank. It was constructed from panels that bolted together allowing it to be disassembled for transport. It stood six feet high with a diameter of about eight feet. Some of the panels had round windows allowing spectators to view what was happening inside. On the top edge of the tank there was an electrical hoist attached to a swing arm. The arm just barely fit under the ceiling beams. Pooch wondered just how much money Marla had spent on all the new equipment. How would she possibly make it all back, as Marla had said she would. "Get over here now you piece of shit!!", Marla bellowed., "and I want you to crawl. From now on when you enter this room or move around here you will crawl." Pooch scurried across the floor to her mistress's waiting feet. Her udders, once again, hung down from her chest just inches above the floor. "Put your face on the floor," Marla barked. "Your forehead, nose and lips are to touch the floor, thighs straight up, showing off your ass and your knees spread wide. Don't you be trying to hide your crotch from anyone. Now interlace your fingers behind your neck and point your elbows straight out. This will be called the 'worship' position. This will be the posture you assume automatically after you crawl to anybody's feet. Pooch complied, her face in intimate contact with the floor. "Now keeping your knees and arms where they are, straighten up your back but keep your head bowed. This is the 'kneel' position. Remember that until told otherwise your eyes stay focused on the floor. You may now look around your new clean up facility" The first thing Pooch's eyes focused on was her own reflection in the broken mirror stuck onto the wall. Looking back at her was someone she didn't recognize at all. The eyes were nearly swollen shut from constant crying. The edge of her lower eyelid underlined the red eye balls with a similarly colored line. Snot ran down her bulbous, red nose, hanging on her upper lip. The bright red collar with its humiliating inscription screamed out her lowly status for all to see. From her knees Pooch could only see down to her shoulders. Even so it was clear that the skin was being pulled hard by her heavy bags. Below the mirror a small shelf, cut from rough lumber, served to hold an assortment of cosmetics and an old hairbrush. These were Marla's castoffs. Marla was glad they had found some use. In the corner a copper pipe that had been taped into the main water line, ran down at a small angle away from the wall. A valve had been attached to control water flow. Below the valve there was another short length of pipe that had been capped off. Small holes had been drilled through the cap creating a makeshift shower head. On the floor lay the rest of the cleaning implements, a toilet brush, tooth brush, a bar of soap and a disposable razor. All but the soap were well worn. Off to the side was a large jar of bag balm and a towel so threadbare it was possible to see right through it. "You'll visit this corner at least two times per day, once early in the morning and once after being taken out of the pit. you'll also visit this corner before and after a performance. In the early morning I will give you twenty- five minutes to shower, shave, brush your teeth and put on makeup. Subsequent visits are fifteen minutes because you don't need to shave. You will use the toilet brush to apply the soap and work it into your skin. You are to cover every inch of your body. You use the same brush to rinse of the soap. Use the same soap on the tooth brush when you clean your teeth. After your shower you will towel yourself off and then kneel in front of the mirror. You brush your hair, which is now going to be allowed to grow long so that it can be used as a rag. The minimum makeup you are required to wear is skin cover up, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, lipstick and blush. You will also apply skin cover over your udders and crotch. I don't want to see bruising in those areas after they have been made up. I want everyone to think that these areas haven't been adequately abused yet. You will find a blush for your nipples and pussy lips on the shelf, as well. Usually you will find items on the shelf other than just cosmetics. You will obey the instructions, included with the items. It might be special clothing or shoes, or maybe restraints or clamps. It could be anything. After the allotted amount of time the light over the mirror will turn itself off and it will become too dark to see much. Don't forget that you are my whore and I want you to look the part." The irony of the situation was noted by Pooch. She would spending all this time and effort trying to look her best only to have her mistress' filth shoved into her mouth and spread over her face soon after her shower. These women were being meticulous at turning every small pleasure she might feel into pure misery. She would sleep in the hellish pit, hurt her self while bathing, eat shit and be fucked in a manner that would put her very life at risk. There was a method to Marla's madness. Marla believed that if she were the only possible source of pleasure for Pooch her control over the slave would be much stronger. It is much easier to surrender to pleasure than it is to surrender to pain. In this case Marla just happened to play both parts. Pooch didn't stand a chance. Eventually Pooch would see her as a source of pleasure and make it easier for her to surrender to her mistress completely. Pooch would obey from both the fear of pain and for the love, perverse as it may be, of her mistress. Marla showed Pooch the switch that would turn on the light above the mirror and flipped it on. "You had better be quick once the light is turned on. You will stand to turn on the water. Turn it on all the way. To save time adjusting water temperature the only water you will get is cold. After the water is on you will then lower yourself for the remainder of the shower staying on your knees or sitting on the floor. You can get started. Since this is your first time I will instruct you in the way that I want things done as we go along." Pooch scampered to her feet to turn on the flow of water then returned to her knees underneath the broad, chilling streams emanating from the pipe. At first the cold took her breath away but the urgency to get herself clean and made up in time didn't allow her to dwell on the cold. She grabbed the old toilet brush and began to soap it up. "You will pay particular attention to your crotch, udders, the soles of your feet and your face. I want them well scrubbed. There is a camera installed near the ceiling. When you are cleaning yourself I want the brush to be between you and the camera. Not only I will be reviewing your bath but scores of others will be as well, around the world on closed circuit television. I think a lot of people will tune in just to see how your appearance and attitude changes from day to day. Your first punishment session is a pay per view event." Marla realized the tone she set for this first cleaning would be followed by all subsequent sessions. Again luck was not on Pooch's side. Marla was determined to start her slaves day off on the right foot. "When you scrub your crotch make sure that it's facing the camera. The best way is to lie on your back and raise your legs up past your head. keeping those knees of yours spread..That way the cameras will be sure to get a great view of both your shit hole and your piss hole. I want you to scrub both those holes well for your audience........... Scrub harder!" Marla yelled. "Now grab one of your nipples between your thumb and your forefinger.......... Now pinch it hard.........Keeping on the pressure lift up that udder............ Keeping your bag where it is scrub the underside just like you just scrubbed your cunt.......... Good. Now do the other bag just the same way." It was late autumn and the municipal water was quite cold. Pooch was nearly frozen. Her skin pale, from the blood retreating out of her skin to try and keep her insides warm. Patches of skin, in her crotch, that had just started to heal were scraped off exposing raw meat. Marla, then directed Pooch's attention to her udders. Pooch had to continually squeeze hard on her own nipple or the heavy bag would slip out of her grip while it was being scrubbed. Marla wanted to see all of the little needle scabs scraped of. That way when Pooch made-up the oversized globes, they would look like they had never been touched by a whip. Pooch was surprised that the scrubbing pain would reach a certain intensity and then level off. She saw it as a small victory, her first since becoming Marla's property. It raised hope in Pooch. Maybe the same would be true in other punishments. Maybe they would all reach a maximum level of pain beyond which she wouldn't have to endure. The thought gave Pooch some new strength. Marla continued to instruct her captive. "When you're scrubbing the top and sides of those melons I want them supported only by your holding on to the nipples. Don't hold them in the palm of your hand.......... Good......Now turn your back to the camera while you scrub it........... Put more soap on the brush.......... Turn around again and do your arms............ Now your neck and face...........Smile for the camera........You can hold the soap in your hand to lather your hair. That's the only time I will allow you to use your hands directly is when washing your hair................ Using the brush to help get the soap off your skin rinse yourself off except where you are going to shave................... I see that I have left the catheter in and it might get in the way of your shave. " Marla screamed, "Pull it out." Pooch was kneeling at the time. The reluctant slave was beginning to understand what Marla expected of her. She didn't want to be accused of hiding her assets, so with her legs spread for the camera, and trying to show enthusiasm Pooch twisted the small tube around three of her fingers and gave it an enthusiastic pull. She pulled hard enough to lift a concrete block but the balloon only moved part way into her urethra. Most of it remained in her bladder. Pooch collapsed onto the floor writhing in the agony that she had just inflicted onto her self. Her hands instantly reached to cover and soothe her cunt. Pooch didn't scream but only because she had already lost her voice. Marla had earlier prepared a pair of five foot bullwhips with tails of extremely coarse and hard buffalo hide. She retrieved them and handed one to Shandra. The whorehouse keeper cracked it in the air a few times to get a feel for this marvelous training tool. Then all hell broke loose. The tail crashed into Pooch's skin right on her collar bone. Liquid fire screamed to her brain. The slave was in shock. Her hands reflexively jerked away from her cunt trying to cover her sliced collar bone. Marla, not nearly as sure of her aim as her guest, swung her whip at the girls now unprotected belly. The bullwhip connected a little low slamming into Pooch directly over her bladder. Pain racked her slender frame both high and low. One hand stayed under her shoulders the other jerked back down to her belly.. One of Marla's faults, in the outside world, was that she was short tempered. This made it difficult for her to form close relationships. In this domain, her short temper was only a problem for her slave, which is to say, no problem at all. Pooch's reflexive attempt to cover up lit her mistress' short fuse. "KNEEL!!! you stupid cunt. Marla screamed. It was so loud and unexpected that even Shandra was startled. Somehow it registered in the slaves mind. Pooch realized that she had gotten herself into a world of trouble and got back on her knees placing her hands behind her neck as she had been instructed to while in the kneeling position. Marla continued to scream. "You stupid, stupid, stupid little shit. I give you an order and you don't even try to carry it out. Then, when I try to provide some encouragement to help you out you try to cover up. " She went on in a calmer voice. "Shandra and I are going to have a little contest. Where going to see which one of us can get in the most strokes while you pull out your plumbing. I suggest you use both hands, and don't worry about the tube breaking, it's made from Kevlar...... You can start as soon as you feel the first lash. Don't you dare screw up!" The two women attacked her back with the whips. Shandra laid down stripes lengthwise sending her whip over the slaves shoulders down toward her waist. Marla cut across the back,her stripes intersecting Shandra's at ninety degrees. The hard cellar wall echoed back the rapid fire staccato of cracks pops and whistles as the dueling whips found their target over and over again. Frantically Pooch groped for the catheter trying with both hands to find a grip. The pain from her urinary tract suddenly didn't matter in comparison to her blazing back. The water flowing across the playroom floor to the center drain was streaked red by the blood dripping from Pooch's back. Though the tails were wider than most and designed to abrade the skin and not cut it, at the points were the two whips crossed the skin usually failed and droplets of blood oozed out. Pooch had to get that catheter out fast. She managed to get the balloon all the way into her urethra before being overcome by the pain of the acidic urine that forced its way into the scraped and torn flesh, soaking newly exposed nerve endings. Pooch knew how desperately she had to get the tubing out but she just couldn't try again until the pain died down just a bit. The heavy whips continuously slamming into her back didn't hurt that much any more. Though she felt the pain it didn't have the sharpness that it had before.. Suddenly she realized that yes she was a slave, and that was the role she wanted to play of her own free will. It was only right that she be owned by somebody she disliked. It would raise the intensity of the experience making the gulf between slave and master so much wider. Pooch arched her back symbolically presenting it to the whips. It was her own failure as a slave that had gotten her into this dilemma, she had stupidly broken the rules, that had been engraved so deeply into her mind while in the infirmary, and now she was paying for it. Marla had basically said that she would be driven to her limits but would be able to bear the stress. What more could a real slave ask for? Determined to obey her mistress Pooch gave the Kevlar tube a strong, two handed, yank freeing the balloon and gushing out a stream of blood and urine. Once again she grunted like a wounded animal. She had lost all bladder control. The warm pee burned the torn and scraped walls of her piss tube and despite all her efforts to stop it the pee just kept running out. Pooch remembered clearly what she had been told about pissing in the shower and braced herself for the worst, but instead the whips fell silent. "You're running out of time," Marla intoned as if nothing of importance had taken place. "You'd better hurry up and shave. A lot of time has been lost" Pooch picked up the razor of the floor but with what she had just gone through her hands were shaking so badly she had to grasp it with both hands to help steady it. Though still sharp enough to shave with the razor had to be passed over the same area several times to remove the stubble. Sitting on the floor, legs spread for the camera, Pooch worked at frenzied pace to try and denude herself of forbidden body hair. She was cold and there were goose bumps all over her arms and legs. The passage of the razor blade repeatedly over her skin was very irritating. Soon the pale white skin appeared to be covered in a rash. Pooch wondered how her legs would look after a week of this treatment. The razor must eventually get very dull. She refused to think about what that implied. It was better to just think about what you are doing and not make things even worse for herself by screwing up. What will happen in the future will happen no matter how hard she tried to change it. Luckily for Pooch by the time she reached for her pussy, with the razor, her shaking had settled down to where she could stretch the folds with one hand while shaving them with the other. Pooch's improved ability to concentrate on her task helped steady her hands. Soon this ability to focus would block out everything but the ordeal at hand. Pooch would loose not only her past but also her present. Her life would become nothing more than the task at hand. Thought about anything else would cause some degradation in the way she did her work and this led to punishment. In a way, everything that was taken away from her hadn't really been taken away but rather put away and never looked at again. Sometimes these experiences that Pooch was loosing would surface in her dreams. Pooch would later know these dreams as healing dreams and wish for them to visit her every time she was locked into bed. Marla knew that because of what Pooch had been through combined with not having shaved for five days, there was no way Pooch could get herself together in time and Marla didn't intend to penalize her slave for not doing what she could absolutely not do. There was no reason to tell Pooch that. Marla was much more interested in seeing how Pooch would try to please her. Watching Pooch pull out the balloon by almost ripping out her own urethra, had left an extremely strong image in Marla's mind. She wasn't sure if it horrified or mesmerized her. What the lawyer-mistress was sure of, was that the image just wouldn't go away. Marla reminded her slave not to forget to shave her arm pits. "Although you have shown me that your ability to learn from anything but pain is severely limited, I will try to enlighten you through mere words one more time.......... You will be subject to inspection for shaving stubble at any time. A piece of cotton dyed to fluoresce under black light will be brushed all over you legs, crotch and pits, then under a black light any spots were some of the fibers came off would be circled, in pen, for punishment. These spots might be whipped or burned or injected, it could be anything, but I will make sure that you will remember each spot that failed the test." When Pooch heard Marla speak the tremor returned to her hands causing a nick to her mons. She had to grab the razor with both hands again. She didn't have any chance of finishing on time. Pooch was certain it would mean more painful punishment. The thought that she would fail again did nothing to steady her hands. Unable to tighten the skin in front of the razor blade she didn't get a close shave and there was a chance that a loose flap of skin could be caught by the razor and sliced off. There was no way that she could get a good enough shave to pass the cotton test. Pooch began to wonder if she would ever please her mistress. "You won't be checked for stubble today, maybe tomorrow. Wash your hair, dry your head, udders and cunt, and get the makeup on." Pooch was now sure that she'd failed again. On the verge of tears she wondered what awful price she would pay. In an icy voice Marla instructed her charge, "do the cunt and bags first, and face the camera when you do. Just like when you were soaping up you lift your udders only by the nipple. " The camera looked down on a cringing form that looked somewhat human. The extra lights that had been installed weren't there for the slaves benefit. They were there mainly for the benefit of the camera. Pooch was lit up beautifully so she could be watched by thousands of people during her most intimate moments. The heinousness of this thought sunk into her consciousness. She would be watched all the time, day and night never to have a private moment. Her slight, pale form would be surveyed by many eyes all the time. Massive bruises covered most of her body, her back crisscrossed with welts and narrow trails of blood. Her thighs were mostly black and blue, from stooped shoulders hung the massive red udders, more eye catching than her bright red, rhinestone encrusted collar. If Pooch were ten feet tall they might have been proportional to her body. They presented far more area for the whip than any other part of her bony form. Pooch picked up the jar of concealing makeup and began to wipe it over her naked crotch. Just as Marla had said any marks were quickly concealed by the cream, leaving what appeared to be clean, clear skin. The udders were next to be masked by the concealing cream. To do the undersides Pooch had to grab the nipples by pinching them and then lifting the heavy glands while the other hand applied the makeup. The job was finished by applying blush to both nipples and her inner pussy lips. When she was finished the only signs of trauma that remained on these sensitive parts was some small pits on the skin where scabs had been scrubbed off and a few small welts still left over from Marla's little metal tipped whip. "Hurry up now and do your face," Marla urged on. "you can face the mirror for this. The camera will just film your reflection." Pooch turned her back to the camera and looked at the ravaged face that stared back at her in the mirror. The camera now saw both her back and her face, reflecting back from the mirror. What Pooch saw was her mistress taking a step away and readying the bull whip, firmly clenched in her fist. Pooch knew it was coming. She started applying the same skin cover over her clean, but scrubbed red, face. She watched in the mirror as Marla brought the whip around and sent it crashing across the middle of her back with the tip striking the side of her left udder. The sudden searing pain paralyzed her for a few seconds as her brain registered the full effects of the whip. "Raise your elbows," Marla ordered. As Pooch was raising her elbows to expose her sensitive flanks Marla swung the whip again. It made contact just below her arm pit. She couldn't help it, Pooch's arms jerked back to her sides. She couldn't believe how it hurt. She didn't think about screaming she just did. The scream wasn't very loud, her throat being as it was, but it was a pathetic howl, as sad as she could make it...........Pooch realized what she had just done. She had failed again and there would be a payment exacted. Pooch was sure of it. She hated herself. Marla didn't strike her a third time, instead she talked. "I hope I have your attention. You know your time for getting yourself together ran out a long time ago and you still look like shit. I don't care about that today. Today I want everything done right. Today we are setting the standard.............I want to see you FUCKING SMILE!!!!" "I WANT TO SEE YOU SMILING." Marla was never shy about hollering. "How many times am I going to have to explain to you that you had better show a good attitude. I want everyone that sees you to know that you are enjoying every second. You love pain............. You're nothing but a pain slut. The more there is the better you like it. The next time you see me ready my whip, you raise your arms without being asked. Pooch reached up with her arms. She saw that Marla was rearing back, about to let the whip fly. Her face scrunched up in anticipation of the blow, waiting for another line of fire to seer across her back. Pooch heard the whistle and then she felt the fire. This time she didn't try to protect herself. Pooch accepted the anguish though real tears rolled down her cheeks then dripped onto her breasts. She couldn't help it. Still she forced a toothy smile through the tears. "That's better. Now don't keep me waiting. Hurry up and paint that ugly puss of yours. Use the towel to dry off the tears. There's still an awful lot to do today." Pooch wished that she could work faster but her body was giving her a very hard time. So much of her hurt in so many places that Pooch couldn't stand the idea of her own existence. Her nerves were so on edge waiting for the next blow that she just couldn't keep from trembling. Most of the makeup tools had to be handled by two hands. to keep them steady. A smile now was always on her face, almost as if it was painted on. The skin was pale, almost white, the eyes dark blue, her lips bright red with black liner, and her cheeks rosy pink. The shades Marla had selected did indeed make her look whorish. Bloody piss continued to leak out of the damaged bladder. Pooch was now incontinent. If her bladder didn't heal properly she would drip piss from her pussy the rest of her life. Marla had figured that this problem could arise. She handed Pooch a Q Tip with an elastic band wrapped tightly around the cotton making it much thicker and water proof. "Shove this up your urethra you filthy shit..............................All the way in so that you need tweezers to get in and pull it out....Show the camera!" Pooch turned around to face the camera, remembering to keep a smile on her face. Sitting back on her heels she spread her knees wide. Pooch hurt so much down there, she could imagine how much more it would hurt just to touch her slit gently. She thought that Marla just couldn't keep doing this to her all the time. She wouldn't live more than a few days treated like this. She just had to blank her mind to everything except the act of shoving in the rubber tipped stick. Pooch desperately tried to show no hesitation in executing the order. She wasn't told to apply any lubrication to the head of the Q Tip which was now much wider then her piss canal used to be, because of the elastic band. She clenched her teeth and stiffened every muscle as the plug touched the entrance of the urethra. Thinking that she could never stand the pain if she did it slowly, Pooch carefully aligned the little stick and pushed hard knowing that it would hurt like hell but it was her only chance. It was a stupid mistake. Friction between the rubber head and walls of her piss channel was so great that the Q Tip moved inside very little. What it did was stretch the skin and increase the damage. The camera's audio picked up a most haunting scream. Pooch new that she couldn't let off the pressure because she could never force herself to do this again if she eased up on the pressure. Pooch kept pushing. The pressure forced some moisture out of the tissue providing a little lubrication. Slowly, at a horrific price, the little stick pushed it's way inside. It took six minutes of superhuman effort to shove the plug all the way inside. Once again Marla had solved a physical defect in a most painful way. Pooch figured taking it out would be worse than putting it in and she would find out soon enough, as soon as her mistress decided that she wanted her to pee. The waterproof makeup was little effected by Pooch's tears. "Get to the center of the floor. It's time to begin your training," barked Mistress Marla. The slave remembered to crawl to the new location and assume the worship position at Marla's feet. "Kneel." In her hands Marla held a white two and a half inch thick dildo with a saddle eight inches up from the tip. At the very base of the instrument was steel screw eye. The size of the dildo was not particularly intimidating to Pooch. It would take a little effort but she knew that she could accommodate the size. The concern was the dildo's surface. It was covered in what looked like course sand. Though she was almost certain where the plug would be going Pooch wished that it wouldn't be her shit hole. Shandra locked the chain between her ankles to a ring in the floor. Both ladies had their bull whips in their hands. "Shandra has noticed that your anal sphincter doesn't provide much grip. I don't want to disappoint anybody that will be using that hole, and it will be many, we are going to get it into better shape. If you perform like a good slave and don't break any of the commandments the training sessions may not be that unpleasant. If you are a bad slave then it's a different story. I will make sure you suffer a lot. This is what will happen. When I tell you to begin you will take this dildo from my hand and hook that weight you see on the floor to the eye bolt in the base. You will then squat and shove the dildo up your shit hole until your shitter lips are gripping the saddle. I will give you two minutes to do this before Shandra and I begin to use our whips on you. When you have the rod properly inserted you will stand up, fingers interlaced behind your neck, legs spread as far as the chain allows and toes pointed in toward each other. This will make sure that you are holding the rod with your shit hole muscles and not your ass cheeks. You will hold onto the dildo for half an hour. If the weight pulls it out and it drops to the floor Shandra and I will lay into you with our whips until you have it reinstalled and are standing up again. Today the weight is five pounds. We will continue with this training until you can hold twice that without dropping it. This should give you a clear goal to strive for. Begin, and remember your attitude." Pooch truly wondered if she would ever get a break from this continuing horror. The grit covering the hard, heavy phallus felt sharp in her hand. She knew the effect it would have as it was pushed through her tightly drawn ass hole. She also knew that it would have to be carefully maneuvered past the curve of her colon and into the large intestine or she could be seriously damaged inside. Pooch wanted so much to please her mistress. For once things just had to go right. She snapped the short length of chain connected to the weight onto the base of the dildo. Squatting on the floor her hand brought the head of the artificial cock up and into contact with her dry hole. Relaxing the muscle, as best she could, Pooch shoved it in about an inch. This wasn't hard because all that had happened was that the grit on the dildo just dug into the skin and pulled it tight as the tip began to enter her rectum. The gritty coating had not yet had to slide over the skin. Now it could progress no further unless it did. Trying to relax her anal ring as much as she could the short distance that the cock was able to penetrate caught Pooch by surprise. The distance she normally got a cock of that size to go in without much difficulty was four or five inches. Ed had liked to punish Pooch by fucking her ass with a large dildo. This was a bad surprise. Pooch had to start pushing hard to make any progress at all. The rough surface began to remove the upper layers of skin. Spread by the full width of the cock, the anal skin was near drum tight. Underneath the top layer of skin the abrasive surface found the living layer. The surface here was moister, providing just a bit of lubrication. For just a little while Pooch found progress easier, but though it required less pressure to advance, the sandpaper pole began to find nerve endings and blood vesicles. The droplets of blood added more lubrication. This was insignificant compared to what the naked nerves began to do. They started to do a little dance in her ass. Stabbing shards of pain shot up her spine with any movement of the dick and even when there was no movement at all the coarse surface hurt her spasming hole. Reflexively her hole wanted to close, wrapping itself tighter and increasing the damage done. "You keep amazing me at how stupid you are", taunted Marla. "I should just let you go ahead and let you finish annihilating your shit hole but that would lower your value. Stick some fingers in between the rod and your shitter and then sit on the stick to shove it inside, you ignorant cunt. Anyway, your two minutes are up." Once again both bull whips whistled through the air. Marla's caught Pooch on the right arm half way between her shoulder and elbow Pooch remembered that when she was being whipped she had to raise her arms over her head. Even though her mistress had just instructed her how to insert the sandpaper dildo up her ass Pooch thought that she had better raise her arms to better expose her sides and udders to the lash. "That's right Pooch," Marla said. "You'll know for next time. Now you're going to shove that thing in the rest of the way with your arms over your head. " Shandra's whip caught her in the rib cage after wrapping around her back. Pooch again shut her mind to pain and squatted lower bringing the base of the dildo into contact with the floor. Marla snapped her whip right between the slaves shoulder blades, then Shandra's hit the same spot from the other side. Marla again struck the same area. The pain between her shoulder blades eclipsed everything else. Pooch didn't even notice what was happening to her once soft, delicate, shit hole, but she clearly noticed when the tattered lips of her shit hole sunk into the saddle. Pooch tightened her sphincter muscles, now well seated in the saddle. Shandra's whip slammed across her kidneys. Pooch started to straighten her legs and stand up until she felt the weight pull against the chain. She didn't know if she could lift it with her ass hole. Pooch tightened her ring as much as she could and started to lift. Marla wrapped her whip around Pooch's right hip, the tip ripping her lower belly, right over her bladder. The pain in her shit hole still paled compared to the pain from the whips. Pooch straightened her legs and interlaced her fingers behind her head. Although it felt horrible at the time, the pain from the whipping didn't feel nearly as bad as it had before. The whips had stopped. Pooch stood there, her legs spread, toes turned in toward each other, hands behind her neck, back straight face forward with eyes cast down. Through everything Pooch kept a stiff smile on her face. Her bloody anus griped the little pole up her ass as hard as it could. The pain from the weighted, coarse surface didn't matter compared to the importance of keeping it from falling out. Pooch couldn't go through that again. Her back radiated in pain from the bull whips. Pooch was determined to perform for her mistress. After ten minutes her sphincter muscle was becoming exhausted. It began to slip toward the back of the saddle. Where as on insertion the skin on the outside of her anus was abraded off, on its way out, the rough surface would take the skin of the inside off her anus. Pooch's weakening anal ring together with a growing need to expel the rod caused her great concern. Droplets of blood rolled down from between her shoulders, others rolled down the shaft between her legs. Shandra appreciated how this training would stand her in good steed when she was put to hard use in the future. She would survive being used by the men only if she were well prepared. Though she knew Marla was only a novice at training, Shandra was becoming favorably impressed with the thoroughness of her work. Pooch didn't have the same appreciation as her mistress's guest. All she new was that it was getting harder by the second to hold on to the shaft. She watched in fear as the two dominatrix's fidgeted with their respective whips, imagining that they were looking for any excuse to put them to use. She looked so frightened and awkward trying to stand there naked with her legs spread and toes pointing in, trembling from the strain of holding the large shaft up her ass hole. Her pendulous milk sacs swayed from side to side keeping time to her discomfort. She had to hang on. The weight dangling from the short chain also swayed, the motion adding to the strain on her hole. Of course Pooch had no idea of how much longer she had to hold the weight. Marla didn't provide a time check. The terror in her eyes betrayed the stupid looking smile on Pooch's face. She new that the her ass lips would loose their grip on the saddle soon. After that she had no idea what would happen. Would she be able to hold the stick without the extra leverage provided by the groove that circled the rod? By the way Pooch was beginning to cramp she was sure that she wouldn't be able to hold it. Maybe she could slow it down enough so that the thirty minutes might be reached before the rod fell to the ground? Maybe the extra stretching would increase the strength of her grip on the rod? Pooch also figured that the harder her ass hole held on to the rod the deeper it would scrape her anal membrane. She knew that for the least damage she would have to relax her grip as much as possible. The best that she could hope for was that the rod would be slowed and the 30 minutes be called quickly. The worst was that she would squeeze as hard as possible and hardly slow the rod down. "If the rod falls out the time it spends outside of your ass won't be counted towards the 30 minutes until you have the thing all the way back in again. That way even if it falls out at 29 minutes and 59 seconds you will be experiencing another full, round trip, in and out." Marla knew how to poison a persons confidence. It became very critical not to drop the heavy dildo. She didn't like the minimum punishment. Every fiber of her will went into clenching her shit hole. Very gradually the rod began to slide down. Fresh flesh was carried away on the sandpaper surface. Pooch still had hope she could slow the stick down, now if only she could slow it down enough. Marla had already decided that she would tell Pooch time was up just before it slipped out of her ass hole. She really didn't want to risk another round trip until she had seen the damage from the first pass through. Besides she couldn't wait to see the slaves reaction to having the burning liniment rubbed into her raw flesh. She would tell Pooch to perform some delicate task while she rubbed it in. The rod kept slipping further and further out of her shitter. The only thing really slowing it down was the friction between her tightly stretched ass hole and the abrasive surface of the rod. Her ass muscles were so tired that they weren't able to contract much. Still Pooch struggled to slow the stick. She could feel the descent of the rod speed up as less and less of it remained in her gut. Around the central part of her anal ring, where the abrasive dick had cut both on the way in and on the way out it was now scrapping away the muscle itself. Marla had even taken away the small pleasure of having a shit from her slave. The next time she took a dump it would hurt her terribly, and the next time that she was fucked up the ass she would wish she were dead. Marla had this scheduled as the next activity. Marla wanted Pooch to experience various degrees of pain . What she felt now was the first degree. When she shoves a rag covered in tea tree oil up Pooch's ass she would experience,enhanced second degree pain. When she is then viciously fucked up her ass, using a strap on dildo that would be third degree pain. 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