1 comments/ 24515 views/ 12 favorites A Suitable Job For A Slut Ch. 03 By: skyeslut I had been at college maybe 6 months and it felt like the only significant thing I had learned was how much I hated college. The classes were mind numbingly dull, first year students ended up living in the student accommodation blocks and I loathed d living so close to so many, the constant noise was driving me crazy. I didn't know exactly what I did want but it wasn't this I started looking for a job because I figured at least I could get a small place and escape the living deal it might make the rest bearable. As fate / coincidence / whatever would have it, around this time I saw a guy I vaguely knew, not a student but from the neighborhood. He was putting a note up for a housemaid in the library. I spent a lot of time at the library, mostly reading pornographic novels and wondering how I could make those things happen to me. I spent more time doing that than studying. Unfortunately, sluttery it wasn't a degree option. I guess I'm kind of clever, prettyish, big nipples, smallish tits, a permanently wet pussy, skinny and blonde. I was fairly inexperienced sexually at the time. I had suspected for a while I was a slut but I didn't know how to become the real deal. I loved to suck cock more than get fucked. I'd deduced I was certainly a submissive. I found I was often left frustrated by the gentle nature of the boys I'd had sex with. The term' housemaid'( which was the job title on the flier) struck me as interesting, it sounded old fashioned and somehow suitable for me. Instead of writing the number down, I hurried after him and got to him before he left the building, he left the notice up but I scored an interview for the vague old times sake. I learned later it was more because he recognized the submissive potential in me. As I've got older, I've noticed Dominant types have an excellent radar for picking out submissives, they often see it before the sub has fully realized it themselves. The job was in the home of the guy I vaguely knew and his stepbrother, both a few years older than me. They had been left a fairly large house and a comfortable income that they supplemented with engineering work . They had decided to find a suitable 'maid' because they both objected to doing women's work, laundry, cleaning, cooking and so on. I found their honest and misogynic attitude inexplicably arousing. They gave me the job for the same reason the older one had given me the interview. Because they could see what I could be turned into. At first the rules were almost nothing, the lists of chores not exactly taxing. They did insist on me calling them 'Sir' or Mr..... I could wear my own clothes which mainly consisted of shorts and vest tops, partly because it was easy to clean in them, partly because it was as close as I could dare to actively dressing like a slut, back then I still thought being a slut was a bad thing. I didn't bother with much make-up and put my hair in ponytails. I had never really bothered with bras, partly because it seemed pointless with such little tits and mostly I clicked early guys like to see hard nipples through thin fabric. I was attracted to them both but I wasn't brave enough to act on it. I had no idea how to tell if they thought I was attractive, they treated me nicely but showed no sign of wanting to fuck me. I kept the house spotless, cooked, shopped and did everything they asked obediently. I'd been going there a couple of weeks, one night while I served them dinner it came up in conversation that I was unhappy at college. They suggested I became a live in at their house and look for something I liked. So I did. My room was in the middle of theirs and I would lie awake at night wondering if they wanted to fuck me, quietly but violently masturbating as I imagined them using me. I had no way of knowing everything I did in that room and my small bathroom was on camera. I guess my induction really started the day I accidentally broke the hoover. It was kind of old and it was the first thing I'd done wrong. They were nice enough, but explained I'd still have to be punished. I nodded not really understanding, figuring they'd dock my wages for the purchase of a new one. That wasn't what they meant. I'd been bent over a waist high table, my shorts yanked roughly down and my legs kicked apart. A brief pause and I heard their belts unbuckling. Both of them belted my naked ass, hard! A moan of disappointment escaped me when they stopped after they'd each given me a few hits. I began to understand. The worst part of the belting was the humiliation of them knowing I wasn't wearing panties and that my cunt was dripping hotly and copiously down my thighs while the punishment was meted out. They didn't mention it but I know they saw and heard the wet smack when the belt landed on my cunt. I went to bed enjoying the residual pain in my ass, slightly depressed because I figured they couldn't be interested in fucking me or surely they would have done so when my dripping slutholes were exposed for the belting. Again I couldn't understand why the humiliation of being exposed and their disinterest in fucking me arousing . Using two dildos, one jammed deep in my cunt, the other in my ass I masturbated hard, imagining they were inside me until I reached orgasm. I don't remember falling asleep. When I got up the next morning and went to get dressed, I noticed an awful lot of my clothes had been removed from the closet. Only the shortest skirts and dresses remained , a few pairs of hot pant style shorts, my tightest jeans ripped so they had more holes than jeans. Skimpy tops only. A few pairs of panties in the drawers but my small selection of bras had gone. The area for shoes was also empty. My dildos had gone. I went to use the bathroom and found the door locked as was the one leading to the hallway. Utterly confused I sat on the edge of the bed in my flimsy nightgown. They came for me about 30 minutes later. Without saying a word, grabbed my hair , ripped the night gown off me and when I was naked, dragged painfully using my hair, into the lounge where I was made to kneel in front of their chairs, eyes down and hands behind my back. My collar and the future expectations for me were laid out. I didn't have to agree, it didn't seem like a choice thing. Everything they told me was going to happen made perfect sense to me. I felt a sense of security take over me the moment I happily sacrificed all my decision making privileges and become their house cunt. I was no longer responsible for anything other than obeying and serving them. I would no longer decide what to wear, when to eat. I could no longer masturbate or orgasm without permission. It was up to them to whom I could talk to or fuck. I was to serve every need they had, not just the domestic ones. I was their possession - a set of cockholes, a pet fuckpig . They would feed, clothe and take care of whatever material needs they saw fit. The collar was pretty, smooth leather and shiny hardware. I wanted it more badly than anything in my life. A hanging tag engraved on one side with THIS CUNT IS OWNED by and their details. The other side was etched Fuckpig, a pair of matching leashes sat with it. It locked in the back and they each held a key. Just looking at it sitting on the table as they explained made me weak with excitement. My cunt was dripping visibly onto the carpet before they even put it on my neck. The took me with brutal force as soon as the collar was locked onto me. I'd never really understood the saying 'fucked like an animal' but I learned it quickly that morning. They forced me to eat their assholes before they rammed their heavy cocks into me, beating, choking and spitting on me while they mercilessly fucked my holes for what felt like hours, pulling out of one and going straight into another, when they'd had enough, I was discarded, thrown down onto the floor while they emptied their bladders into my mouth and gaping, spunk filled asshole. I was barely able to move when they'd finished with me - just stayed there, lying helplessly on the floor, bruised, sore, dripping with cum and piss and begging for permission to orgasm. I finally understood. It took just that simple act of collaring to turn me into the bitch cunt I was destined to be. I had no need to look for work as I'd planned. My main focus was to make sure they had everything they needed but I was still expected to make myself useful and profitable in other ways suited to my status. Sometimes during the day, I'd get a call telling me to be ready because someone had paid them to come and use me. Mostly sucking dick. I loved how the strangers (to me anyway!) would knock, enter and force me to my knees, often right there in hallway, use my throat and leave again. My room was altered. The dividing walls at the sides replaced with a barred gate arrangement - like a cell between their bedrooms on either side. I was no longer allowed to use the toilets. Animals go outside when their owners allow them to. They hand feed me from their cupped palms most of the time. It draws attention in the same way my collar and leash do when we go out for dinner. I find it interesting how often people brave or curious people will ask about the set up. I am always happy to explain that they feed me like an animal, because I'm a fuckpig. Most of the staff in the places we go know us and my drinks in those places are always 'Slutinis', made so by the addition of spunk from a bartender or waiter... They feed me that way at home as well but sometimes I have a bowl on the floor like a pet should. I have a water bowl and my room has a pet bottle that fixes to the bars - like rabbits have- but I don't need to use the water bowl and bottle much, I'm kept very well hydrated with all the piss and cum that gets supplied to me through the day. They pick my clothes out daily.They insist I wear make up, red lipsticks and dark eyes that smudge when they spat, pissed or spunked on my face. I rarely got to wear shoes because I didn't need to leave the house much unless they are taking me somewhere. They felt that shoes gives cunts ideas above their station. I go about the day dressed as they decided, sometimes I get instructed to change. Whatever I'm wearing my collar is always in place. In the house I was usually just wear shorts, they like me to wear those but no top. I have to open the door without getting dressed if anyone knocks or I am punished. I can't get away with anything. The house has cameras everywhere I am always being watched. Of course I tested the camera claim, pulling a robe on for the postman one time and masturbating without permission once. For covering up I was whipped so badly when they came home I really couldn't sit or walk comfortably for two days. For the masturbation I was tied to a frame and my cunt was beaten with the riding crop until it was too sore to even stand the slightest touch and then left on the frame and fucked relentlessly for hours, the loads of spunk stinging my punished clit until I was sobbing with pain and eventually, when they'd got bored with beating and fucking me I was denied permission to orgasm for 7 days. Another thing they did soon after taking possession of me was mark me. A brand of their initials on my ass and one that says 'Owned' on my cunt mound. A 'urinal and cum dump' tattoo on my inner lip. 'Cock Whore' and 'Cum Slut' on my wrists and 'fuckpig' on the back of my neck above my collar - I like those tattoos the best because everyone can see them and know what I am. The branding excited me the most overall though - not just the pain of having applied. The way it made me feel like the animal they'd turned me into...Being taken into the barn on my lead, strapped to the wooden frame and the sizzling metal making me scream louder than I believed possible. The small group - my owners and the guys from the farm where I was being branded stood watching the process and laughing at my helpless screams and soaking wet cunt as the irons were applied, first to my mound, then on the side of my ass, despite the indescribable agony I was still begging for permission to cum. When I was done the small group were happy to cool the burn with streams of piss. My owners are proud of the branding and often order me to show it to people. I know I should feel humiliated when they demand I show it in public but I'm not. Of course they didn't like to spend more money than was necessary on me, so the tattooist and the branding guy made an arrangement to use my holes to cover the costs. I was surprised they didn't insist on getting my small tits fixed but they decided to leave them as they are. They think I have enough there for the purpose of hurting - which is the only good use they can see for any woman's tits. They agree it is humiliating for a slut to have small tits and regularly mock the size of them while they torture them. The younger likes to put pictures of my pathetic tits up online so the world at large can join in with humiliating me on that score. I rarely get called anything but Cunt now, to the point I don't automatically respond to my given name anymore. I get a little wet every time I hear them call me Cunt. Especially on the occasions they feel they need to introduce me to people - 'this is our little Cunt'. If anyone had told me I'd love every aspect of being reduced to such depravity I doubt I'd have believed I'd fall this far into it or that it would make me so happy. Even when I was in the library craving domination I never imagined I'd crave some of the things I'd be required to do or that I'd want to live this 24/7. I thought I'd like being fucked and maybe partly controlled by one man. Now, it doesn't feel right unless I'm being used by at least two men. I thought I'd hate having to do things like eat my owners assholes or being used as a urinal by every man that visits our home and needs to take a piss. I thought I'd be ashamed of sucking stranger's cock for money and being branded a whore. I was wrong, those are the things I beg for the hardest and the things that make me feel most validated. A Suitable Job For A Slut Ch. 01 1: Urinal The hire scheme was working out pretty well. Molly may have been a worthless cunt, however she was at least an asset in some ways. Her looks, stamina and total enthusiasm when performing whatever she'd been instructed or booked for keep demand high. Especially for her cock sucking and urinal skills. Molly had become adept at getting bearings under blindfold. So much time wearing one had made it second nature. She was always blindfolded on the journey. She liked that, she could drift and imagine what might be in store, her imagination was plenty to get her soaking wet and craving the abuse and humiliation she needed to orgasm. When Molly got out of the car; It felt rural. The ground soft, bark or leaves under her bare feet. The cool damp in the air as her travelling coat was removed, leaving her naked with just her thick collar and the leash tugging her in the direction they wanted her. Into a cabin, the floor again and the sounds gave it away. Voices, male, cigar smoke, whiskey. Her nipples peaked harder and her cunt dripped more in a pavlovian response to the sounds she knew as she was led across the space, a big room. A few pauses in the journey for pinches and rough appraisals her flesh and the unseen people greeting her handler... Back outside, then cool tile, she was seated on some kind of cold, slatted chair, secured tight wrists and ankles before the collar came off. her hair braided swiftly and wrapped around a bar , forcing her head back. A gag that held her mouth almost painfully wide. Clips on her rigid nipples and clit, a tug. It was a chain attached to the clips and loosely running above her head. She couldn't see the sign that said 'URINAL and ASHTRAY' No Spunk! Then, nothing, alone in the cooling air, the muffled party noises, slaps and squeals making her long for some attention...Her pussy was swollen with desire and it was dripping, each drop making an audible note as it hit whatever was below the chair, something metal. It didn't take long for someone to head over to her, but it felt like forever... Hot ash falling on her stretched teats and at the same time, a fast hot stream of welcome piss filled her mouth, aimed perfectly into the ring gag, almost choking her with its rapid filling of her mouth, the angle of her head made swallowing quickly difficult... The unseen guest discarded his cigar stub in her piss filled mouth and left without a word - You don't thank a urinal when you are done! The next aimed his jet at her engorged clit, then tits before reaching her mouth. Then three guys at once, all in her mouth, the stretched hole overflowing as she struggled to keep up. Soon her hair, face and body where soaked, mouth full of dog ends...the tit chain was a flush, a dry one. It did nothing to clean the her, just painfully yank her tits. It amused them greatly she had visibly reached orgasm just from being a urinal and ashtray... Molly asked to stay on duty thee when her three hour stint was up, but some guests had requested her to be cleaned up, so she could take a turn as the cum dumpster and ashtray inside, so she was hosed down in the stable. A clean blindfold was given to her, and she was lead into the main room. It had been noted she had had at least three unpermitted orgasms while in use. Her legs and ankles secured over a bench, so her tits and cunt where exposed and a heavy leather belt was handed around the room for the guest to administer punishment for her unpermitted orgasms, until the bell rang. She tried to keep count and not to cum but after 10 hits she was begging for permission to cum. After the time was up, she was covered in belt marks. Plugs were inserted into her cunt and ass and she was laid down on her back, in the tub in the party room. No blindfold, but her eyes would soon be so full of spunk, she may have well been wearing one! Some sluts had been filled with cum already for her, and plugged to keep the loads inside them. They soon squatted over her prone shape, before the endless jerking circle began, some depositing spunk, while casually flicking the hot ash on her flesh that was rapidly vanishing under the deposits. Again after two hours, she was allowed up, they didn't wash her, she was led quickly to another bathroom area. Two sissy boys where ordered to lick up every drop of mess that fell of her onto the floor. The second urinal was a clear box for her head with a hole for them to aim in. A female could sit on the box part like a regular toilet.. Legs forced awkwardly up and wide apart, then chained into place from a bar on the ceiling, so her holes could have funnels inserted, allowing three holes available. In the cum bath she had seen some of them glugging pints of beer and water to fill their bladders entirely, they'd barely fixed her in place before the wave began...The gallons of piss did wash of some of the gunk from the cum bath away. The piss from the funnels made her tummy look swollen, periodically a sissy would be called the funnel replaced briefly with a tube for them to drain the fluid out of her holes... Again, she couldn't help reaching orgasm at the humiliating treatment. Again, the belt was passed around while she was still helplessly being used as a toilet. The belt hurt even more on flesh that was wet. Again, she felt disappointed when her stint was over. They set the sissy boys to work cleaning every inch of her before she was taken to be hosed, blindfolded and collared ready for collection. Molly had loved the duties she'd been hired for at this gathering but she hadn't been fucked or allowed to suck cock and she desperately wanted some... The handler who was returning her decided to take his privilege, forcing her to kneel and ruthlessly skull fucked her, pulling her collar tight as his cock went deep into her throat while she choked helplessly around his cock, granting her earlier pleas for a mouthful of slut candy before brutally fucking and filling her asshole with some for later. He plugged her ass to keep the load safe. When he arrived to collect her J was pleased at the marks that covered her body, laughed and spanked the end of the plug hard. He left her naked and collared, her leash hooked over the tow bar as he went to make sure she'd been worth what the hosts had paid for her. They had been pleased with her. One guy came back with him. He wanted to fuck her and that hadn't been in the hire agreement, but he paid to take her now. He roughly bent her over the car and fucked her aching cunt, the ass plug still rammed hard inside her. He pounded her hard, her hair fisted in his hand as he pumped her full of spunk. He laughed as she came like an animal when he entered her and thanked him for using her. When he'd finished unloading, she instinctively feel to her knees in the dirt to clean the dregs from his cock. She was glad of the blindfold and the quiet dark of the car on the ride home, despite the uncomfortable lump in her cum filled ass she dozed happily. So, she was refreshed when she got home. She would still have all her normal house cunt duties to perform. A Suitable Job For A Slut Ch. 02 Another way I earn my keep is I work three nights and a couple of lunchtimes at a small pub, I don't know what the people pay to use me because either the guys or the landlord make the arrangements without consulting me. I'm told what to do, how to behave and what to wear. But I get to keep my tips, which is cool. Being the pub cunt has a nice additional layer of humiliation in that I almost always see a number of the regulars around the small area we live. Of course if they want servicing I have to, regardless of what I'm doing. Sometimes, they don't bother to speak to me but I can see them talking about me, the knowing looks, the smirks - all get me wet. I think at the pub a group of the regulars all chip in per week. The regulars are an odd mix of local guys, mostly older - a few respectable types, a few not so respectable types, a couple of farm workers, mechanic and car sales from over the road, a lawyer, a dentist as well as my owners. It's probably my favourite slut work. I have what I guess you'd call a pen there, out in the yard, some of the guys call it Cunt's Corner or The Dog Pen. It's a little fenced off area next to the dumpsters. It has a spotlight and a cctv camera with a feed that plays on a big screen in the bar. It also has a hose attached to a freezing cold tap to rinse me off when I get in such a disgusting state the men feel reluctant to put their cocks into me. It has one of those brush attachments people use on their cars as well. My slutpen is where I usually go to suck cock for the paying non-regulars. It is mostly paved with rough slabs but there is a patch of dirt with a tree with rough bark that also acts as a tethering post for my leash. There is a bench but that's not for me to sit on, I do sometimes get chained to it. They keep four oversized dildos in my pen and if nobody wants to use me I'm impaled and tied up outside until I'm require or just for their amusement - especially if its raining or hailing. I'm not sure why they like leaving me out in the rain impaled on the fake cocks when they could be fucking the real ones but I know better than to ask. I don't have a name tag for work, I have a special collar that says Cunt. I'm allowed to wear clothes but only very short skirts and skimpy tops, no shoes unless someone specifically requests it - shoes give me ideas above my station. Panties because some of them like to gag my stupid mouth with them when it's not being used for its purpose of sucking dick or swallowing piss. Nobody ever asks for me to wear a bra though. It is a very strange, quiet area, kind of out of the way unless you have a reason to go there, you don't but quite a few businesses are nearby but no houses . It's not the kind of place you take your wife or go for a nice lunch. The layout is such that the back room can't be seen by anyone who happens to stumble in. I get to serve those passing strangers, dressed in a short skirt and low top, kept behind the bar for such times, my name collar in full view, usually with something large in my holes. Men always notice and often ask the landlord what the score is with the waitress who looks like whore. And if they ask, they tend to be allowed to find out just what a cocksucking whore she is for a small fee. But to be fair, those moments are usually less demanding than keeping the regulars busy. I love the system of being allowed to keep my tips, especially in my slut pen at the pub. The men that use me there tend to have coins - because the Landlord suggests it! Instead of handing me the coins they throw the change down for me, then stand there smoking and pissing on me while I scrabble around picking it up, my cunt dripping at the humiliation of it, sometimes by the end of a busy night I have a ton of pennies, my knees are bleeding and I'm soaked with piss and grubby with dirt and ash, I've swallowed so much cum and piss that my mouth and nose are still flooded with the taste and smell. Those nights when if I get face fucked hard towards the end of the night, if I puke all that comes out is piss and cum. I have to take the pennies to the bank and change them for proper money. One of the regulars is the bank manager. He always thinks I get way more than I'm worth and he's probably right. I'd happily do it for free but my owners think a cunt should earn her keep. I'm not allowed to use the toilets , because animals piss outside so I have to ask for permission to go out to my slutpig pen and piss. The men are allowed to use the toilets but they rarely bother, my mouth or my gaping ass are the preferred option. They summon me by whistling. the regulars are allowed to fuck all holes. The pub is known in certain circles, people like travelling salesmen and truck drivers along with a select group of locals, all via word of mouth. The landlord usually has at least two or three cock sucking bookings waiting for me. Occasionally there is a queue, Making men wait is a one of the things I get punished for. I don't always perform in the pen, if they can't be bothered to get up I just get forced on my knees and service them right there at the table or while they stand at the bar. A few of the regulars love to make me piss into a glass and drink it that way. Other times they fill my ass with piss and cum over the shift, plugging it until my stomach swells then feed a tube into my mouth and have me drain the lot. There is a pillory - type restraining device outside, near the tables and the barbecue - more often than not this is where I get my Sunday punishments. The pub has a growing selection of whips, crops and paddles. Just for their amusement, they just keep finding new ones. The bar area also has rings that I can be chained to in a multitude of shapes and of course an pole, they can make me dance if they feel inclined or just tie me to it. As well as the whips there is a baseball bat with my name etched into it which a few of the guys like to fuck me with. Not long ago they had to get another pool table, one for playing pool because the other one has been hijacked into service as a platform for abusing me and the surface got ruined. I had to pay for the new one by working an extra shift for a few months. One of the regulars is a carpenter and he has adapted the slut table to be more fit for purpose. Like, the light over the has a pulley with holes for my arms and head now. Thanks to that system I can take a lot more cock in my holes at one time. We always go there on Sunday afternoons as well but that's not really work although I still end up busy :) There is a 'complaint box'. Every day it gets checked and every Sunday I get the accumulated punishment. My misdemeanors vary but it tends to be my smart mouth that gets me in trouble. Punishment methods for various misdeeds are put to vote. I admit that I'm prone to being occasionally naughty because I do love those Sunday chastisements. A Suitable Job For A Slut Ch. 04 Molly found more confidence every day as she got deeper into her submission, she woke every morning eager to serve them impeccably and they seemed pleased with her. Within a few months all she really thought about was cock worship, keeping the house clean and what to cook them for dinner. Her masters often said she had a natural aptitude for her role; she loved hearing them praise her limited talents. Nevertheless, she worked at improving her skills whenever she got a chance. Any free time she had between chores and unloading their balls, she endlessly watched and read pornography. The masters they liked this hobby, it stopped her mind expanding in undesirable ways and kept her focussed on what she was. As she wasn't allowed to masturbate, it also kept her in a permanently edged state, which they also approved of. Sometimes she worried they might decide she was no longer worth keeping. She didn't know if asking would be considered impertinent. Eventually she plucked up enough courage to ask Daddy. Daddy thought it cute she underestimated how rare truly submissive cunts are to find, plus the time they'd spent training her made her worth keeping. And of course, she was clueless as to how profitable her worthless ass had become. He reassured her they intended to keep her for quite some time and if the time came when they did no longer require her; it would be their responsibility to find her a suitable new place for her. Molly would be easy to trade with like-minded individuals even though they had no plans to do so, he decided later with his sons. The same circles that hired her for functions traded possessions from time to time and Molly was considered a desirable specimen. Molly was reassured but not totally convinced, although it made her happy to know that even if it wasn't with these masters, she would remain a fuckpig slave in some form. However, she liked it here and decided the only way to keep her place was to strive to be the best cunt she could be. Daddy had got her a few anal plug tails, the inner part was a thick smooth bullet shape, crafted from heavy steel, the exterior of one was shaped like a spiral to resemble a rigid pig's tail - the guys liked that the best because, she was after all - a FuckPig, one was a bunny style and the third was a longer fox type. She wore one all the time unless she was having her ass fucked or ordered to take it out. Due to the design and rigidity so she could not sit on her ass with it in unless there was a stool she could hang over the edge of; she had to kneel, stand, lie on her back or go on all fours. When Molly was getting her ass is getting fucked she usually held her tail in her mouth, although a couple of guys shoved it in her nose for the fun of it. And some guys just shoved their cock in while she was still wearing it - that's her favourite although her fur gets all messy; obviously she cleaned it with her mouth like an animal. Molly loved her tails but the long one was her favourite, the plug is heavier and the weight added to the feeling. She was sure more people noticed than said anything, she liked it when people did comment- It got noticed the other day - "Is that dirty bitch wearing a tail in her ass?" from some woman in the store. Daddy confirmed she was by lifting her skirt to give a clear view, and Molly smiled as she called her disgusting bitch. It just made her wetter. Wearing them made her feel even more like a bitch in heat. It is highly amusing to the men at the state her cunt gets into simply from wearing an animal tail. They encouraged her to start a blog detailing the life of a worthless cunt and sent the link far and wide. Every new follower got her reward belting and an allowed orgasm. Which sounded great initially...? However, on the day she picked up 100 followers, she was ready to sacrifice the allowance after 50 or so. Her masters decided that was ungrateful and they enforced every single one until she was little more than a gibbering wreck, unable to stand and barely able to remember her name was FuckPig. It also gave her some nice ideas for ways for them to use, punish and entertain themselves with her. Her taste in porn ran mostly to the humiliating, masochistic type which suited her slightly sadistic masters greatly. Her pathetic pleas for them to inflict 'Please sir can you do this thing I saw today' gave them endless amusement. Especially when she really wanted it and they refused. Both Daddy and the boys had served in the military, they were watching a war movie one night, she sat quietly at their feet, speaking when spoken to, but mostly the demands for her mouth were not to engage it in conversation, she gladly took their piss so they didn't have to get up and miss anything. A soldier was stitching up a wound on another, reminding her of something she'd seen online but thought improbable. When the movie finished she fetched them more beers, greedily sucked a load of spunk from each of them and requested permission to speak. They laughed when she shyly asked if they'd learned to suture in the army. She'd seen pictures of females with their cunt and mouths stitched shut and wanted it done. They didn't give her answer, they rarely did, just tell her they'd discuss it. She relieved bladders and was sent to bed. They refused to consider her mouth, nobody wanted to go without being able to piss and cum in that pay hole. Nor, they said did they want puncture scars on her face. They all agreed it wouldn't hurt to stitch her useless cunt up for a few days; she could take two or three cocks in each hole now, so they'd still have two cum dump holes. Her cunt was mostly used for abusing not fucking anyway. The younger brother was particularly fond of finding unusually large objects to insert in her cunt to go in the web gallery with the tit humiliation shots. Daddy got the supplies - they didn't prepare her for it, she maybe should have guessed something was up when all three of them came to her shaving appointment, she normally was chaperoned by just one of them. After her shave, they placed heavy metal jiggle balls in her pussy, the weight of them grinding pleasurably against her tail plug. Molly thought it just for the ride home and when Daddy pushed her back into the chair she thought it was just to suck the cock of the other guy in the shop - which is sort of was, when she saw him get the kit out she felt her cunt pulse in anticipation. The two barbers, her two younger owners and the customer who had just unloaded down her throat stood watching as Daddy neatly stitched her freshly shaved, sticky cunt lips tightly closed. It was a little tricky to get them closed, Molly just couldn't kept her slut hole dry and every puncture with the needles got her juiced up again. The closure and her tail twitching with excitement as he worked aroused the little group so much she ended up relieving them all with her mouth, her sealed naked sluthole leaking around the stiches, her face and hair glistening with cum. She begged hard for her ass to be fucked but they all refused her. Molly loved how it looked so neat; she loved that it meant she only got fucked in the two holes she liked best even more. Mostly having to take two in her ass due to the unavailability of her cunt was a bonus. The balls sealed inside were tortuous, every movement edged her further and her muscles ached from carrying them. She spent most of the four days her cunt was closed begging to be allowed to cum. They took her out often especially to show off the handiwork. With the stitches, tail and her slut brands, she really was starting to look and behave like a perfect FuckPig. Molly would have liked to leave it closed for ever; she was disappointed when they cut the stitches with a hunting knife and the three owners triple penetrated the opening, although it was a relief to no longer have the weight of the balls inside her. Her masters did agree it would be a nice touch to send her out that way to the parties or other bookings, her cunt was never used when she was the party cum dumpster or urinal and her pussy did look good stitched shut. The nose. Molly was booked the following week, blindfolded, stitched, her tail was in but it was pulled in and out if her ass and held in her mouth when her ass was required as a urinal by the guests. Happy and excited she was kept busy with a steady queue of cock and the occasional pussy, a lot of the guests wanting to see her stitched up cunt. She felt herself get wetter as the guests prodded at the neatly sewn up slit, remarked what a good idea it was to close up the useless hole. Molly was enjoying a hard hot stream of piss in her ass and cleaning a nice thick cock in her mouth when she felt a blinding pain in her nose and she passed out. She woke in a hospital room, her ass felt empty, her stitches cut and ugh hospital. She opened her eyes daddy and the older brother was there. They told her some giant guy accidentally fallen on her and broken her nose. She drifted back off. "But," Daddy said "One of your regulars is a cosmetic surgeon, the guy who fell is going to pay to fix it" It wasn't up to her so she smiled and thanked him Later when she was alone, reading the books daddy had left for her. She had an idea. The three of them came for evening visiting, thanks to the surgeon she had a private room and she begged them to let her relive them. They eventually agreed, sucking each three, they were too gentle for her liking but better it was better than nowt. She was given permission to orgasm and lay happily in the bed when they finished savouring the taste of spunk and finally feeling her stomach was contented. "Masters. Please, if this guy is going to do my nose, can he reshape it?" She asked. "Why?" they asked. She wasn't normally concerned with her looks. "So it looks more piggy" she replied, afraid to look at them. "You know upturned at the end a bit, like a piglet more. Like how it looks with the clip you put on me... Please?" They said they'd discuss it. She knew not to whine but she did hope. They didn't tell her they thought it was a brilliant idea and showed how far she had come in her acceptance of her status. They didn't tell her, and when the bandages came off it was too swollen for her to tell. She wasn't able to use her mouth until her nose healed even though she begged but they did let her lick up cum from her slut bowl. But a few days after the swelling subsided enough to see the shape. Molly was delighted when she saw a perfect upturned nose, flared nostrils with a little double wrinkle at the bridge, in her reflection. She even made a little grunting noise as she gobbled down cock. She felt perfect when she got home, her tail where it belonged and serving her purpose. Eager to get back to work and show off her pretty new nose.