Regimented Training

 

Copyright 1998 Lance Edwards

 

 

 

How many weeks had it been? Corey wasn�t sure. All she knew was that in addition to her usual daily torture and long hours of oral and anal service while hung from her cross in the big common room, she had also sucked her own penis to orgasm at least twenty or thirty times. The excruciation of being rolled into a ball, the whips, cocks, and exhortations of the Dungeon Girls, these had all become as familiar to Corey as the taste and shape of her own sex organ, the hot splatter of her seed either shooting down her throat or pumping out spunkily all over her made-up features. Apparently she�d progressed enough, however, to move on to the next level of training

 

This morning, after her forced elimination ritual, her usual flooding and cleaning, Alyssa had informed Corey that something special was in the offing for today. Quickly Corey was made up, powdered, perfumed and dressed in an unbearably tight corset, one designed to turn her form as much as possible into a mimic for that of the superior sex. Matching nylon stockings and pumps offset the sexy ribbon about her throat, and she was forced to mince and prance, to sway and strut coquettishly around and around the small room. Alyssa assisted her in getting the hang of this, using the perfect mix of timely punishment and clever cajolery to coax forth the appropriate behaviors.

 

Struggling with her emerging femininity, Corey had been using the vivacious young Dungeon Girl as an example in molding her new, Mistress-ordered identity. So far the pronoun trick had worked, she hardly ever thought of herself as a he or a him anymore. And her lust for being penetrated was as bottomless as ever. But certain male attitudes and behavioral traits lingered, even while she sucked like mad at Alyssa�s dildo or raised her ass to the punishing assault of her Mistress� many monstrous cocks. Today would see her inevitable transformation continue apace, however, of that Corey had no doubt. After a good hour or two of being drilled in femininity by Dungeon Girl Alyssa, her prayers were answered when Mistress finally appeared. What she had in mind would hammer the lesson into her Sub-Slut�s soul for all eternity.

 

The door banged open and Mistress swept into the cell, resplendent in healthy tan flesh and gleaming black leather. Her own tight corset thrust up her big bare breasts, a sight Corey would have died and given up her soul for. So huge, so perfect, so absolutely symmetrical� Mistress flaunted her big nippled treasure before all, taunting male and female alike with what nature had seen fit to gift her. Above her thigh-high, spike-heeled boots, her crotch was bare as well. Wonder of wonders, no immense dildo sprouted from her groin. Nevertheless, Corey and Alyssa both feasted on the glorious sight of her, exalted to be alone in the presence of such statuesque feminine grandeur. Mistress let them look a moment, and then snapped her fingers imperiously. Both fell immediately on their faces, groveling before their goddess worshipfully. She smirked at them, and spoke.

 

�Well, Sub-Slut Corey, I understand your Suck Training is going quite well. You�ve finally learned to use your face as proficiently as your ass. You still haven�t jumped that final hurdle, but we�ll get to that before long, trust me. But first I want to introduce you to some serious Fuck Training.

 

�You think you�ve been tortured and fucked so far�banged and beaten to the limits of human endurance? Well, true Slut-Bitch she-males must learn to go beyond human endurance. They must learn the bottomless acquiescence of the inanimate object. Get your slutty little ass on that torture bench, Corey. Dungeon Girl, help me strap her in!

 

�You think you�ve got a taste for anal!� Mistress continued, sneering while Corey sat on the bench and Alyssa reclined it flat. �You think you live to take a big hard cock up the ass! You�ve even reveled in being named after being butt-fucked! Well, we�ll see about all that Corey! We�ll see how much fucking you can take. And if you pass this test, if you make it through this level of training, you�ll almost be ready to take that penultimate step. Eventually then I�ll have to make up my mind what to do with you.�

 

Corey barely listened to this, too overcome with arousal at being placed into bondage to think about much of anything. Whatever these glorious women chose to do to her, it couldn�t be painful enough. It was their right, their duty to torture the vile maleness out of her body, mind, and soul. To that end they strapped her as tightly to the adjustable bench as always, with her legs securely clamped in the stirrups and her feet splayed out extra wide. From ankles to forehead, Mistress and Alyssa immobilized her completely, finishing up by inserting a large double dildo between her slutty, lipsticked jaws.

 

Strapped tightly in place, one half of this big double phallus served as a gag and throat probe, giving Corey something to bite and suck on under torture. The other, longer half stuck up from her face in a perfectly formed penis: an erect cock for servicing anyone who cared to climb aboard and ride. Of course, Corey�s own urgently throbbing hard-on wasn�t worthy of this, nor would it have been available. As Mistress brought out a strange, arcane device and began setting it up between her helpless little she-male�s widely split legs, Alyssa began wrapping Corey�s hard fleshy man-cock (and her ridiculously vulnerable testicles) in a cruel leather and metal harness.

 

Long, insulated red wires trailed from this rig, and once it was locked pitilessly tight about Corey�s obviously improper genitals, Alyssa began plugging these into the diabolical dildo machine that Mistress was busy setting up.

 

A twelve by two-inch hard rubber cock was mounted on a motorized piston, and the entire apparatus protruded from a compact steel box. This box was secured to the bench below Corey by a series of clamps, and the same power that drove this implacable dick-piston provided electricity to the wires. Bare metal contacts built into the cock-harness clinched all about her balls and erection, allowing for the precise transmission of measured electrical current. With a few smug taps on the button of a remote control, Corey�s captors could easily vary the power, frequency, and placement of the electric shocks they wished to administer to her stupid ugly improper little male appendages.

 

Another couple of buttons controlled the pace of the motorized piston, and the oversized if otherwise extremely life-like looking cock on the end of it. Compassionately this was first greased with baby oil, carefully aligned and then barely inserted into the Slut-Bitch�s always-open and hungry sissy pussy. Then both Mistress and Dungeon Girl stepped back.

 

�All right, Alyssa. Let�s get this training stage underway!� Mistress pressed a button, and the piston thrust forward, brutally skewering Slut-Bitch Corey. Hard as a rock herself, the slut squealed around her dildo-gag, both pained and delighted as all twelve inches slammed up into her. Never before in any of her lives had she been penetrated so deeply, completely, and immediately. Not even Ares with his surpassing canine power and speed could compete with this. With all the blind remorselessness of any machine, the electric slut-fucker pulled slowly back and then stabbed forward again, and again, and again, faster and faster as Mistress grinningly tapped the buttons. Soon the piston was practically a blur, driving the big dildo on the end of it in and out and in and out of the bound Sub-Slut so quickly and powerfully that the whole bench vibrated, and Corey juddered and jiggled up and down despite the comprehensive tightness of her bondage.

 

Once Mistress was satisfied with pace of the big slut-fucking piston-dick, she began experimenting with the other buttons. Soon searing electric shocks began to torture Corey�s erection: just the tender head, one or both testicles, or even intricate sequences up and down the tightly harnessed shaft. Between the pounding machine mindlessly raping her and these burning jolts of agony Corey was soon in her own perverse heaven: a timeless, nameless realm of nothing but pure, sexually-oriented excruciation.

 

Alyssa stood obediently by while Mistress played with the controls, leaning over once in a while to pour more baby oil onto both the relentless pounding slut-fucker and the hot electrical contacts wrapped about Corey�s genitals. This kept everything well lubricated and running smoothly; aiding the conduction of the electrical shocks while minimizing the actual physical damage they did. For what seemed like hours then (and probably was) Mistress used these mechanical devices to torture and brainwash her contemptible slut, purging her of all male attitudes and mannerisms. At last, satisfied that enough progress had been made for the day, Mistress lapsed from transformation into pure recreation. She turned the remote control over to Alyssa, along with instructions on how to best vary the speed, strength, and combinations of the slut-fucking and cock-shocking machine, and then turned around and straddled the bench over Corey�s head.

 

Tears of agony smeared her vision, and the implacable thudding blows of the slut-spearing cock kept everything shaking and quivering, but Corey was exalted, however briefly, by the sight her goddess� holiest of holies. Then the Mistress sat on her face. Sliding down onto that big upthrust dildo, she forced Corey�s end of the double cock deeper down her throat until they were nose-to-asshole and lips-to-lips, each of them completely engulfing their half of that tightly strapped in place duo dick. Then she pressed down on Corey�s captive head with all of her weight and started fucking.

 

Humping and pumping, twisting and grinding, Mistress rode Corey�s vibrating face and the dual cocks connecting them with a malicious frenzy and total abandon. Meanwhile Alyssa continued to administer the incredibly delicious electrical torture to her ridiculous genitals, and the motorized slut-fucker kept up its unstoppable anal assault. Tasting her Mistress� issue as it tricked down the two cocks into her filled-up mouth, Corey was in a state of such transcendent physical pain and simultaneous emotional euphoria that it was hardly surprising when her balls suddenly convulsed, and her badly abused penis shot out several thick streamers of hot spunky man-seed. Nevertheless, surprising or not, uncontrollable or not, such a lapse was of course unforgivable. Mistress screeched in anger as her corset and even tits were soiled, and she snatched at the remote control.

 

Alyssa gave it to her, and without losing a hitch of her face-fucking rhythm, Mistress pressed all of the buttons at once. Incredible agony engulfed Corey�s evil genitals from testicles to tip, as the maximum amount of current flooded through every single metal contact. The hammering of the motorized cock in her ass picked up speed as well, until Corey was shuddering so violently from her Mistress-ridden head to her stirrup-clamped toes that every hair on her body tried to stand on end. This surpassingly virulent assault was then sustained for an unknown interval, until at last Mistress howled out her orgasm and stopped slamming her big double cock up into her crotch and down Corey�s throat.Only then did she halt the electric shock and return the motorized slut-fucker to its previous lesser, yet still rapid and relentless pace. Then she climbed off.

 

�You know, Alyssa, I don�t how to punish this slut. She fucks up by coming without permission, yet the worse I torture her, the more she enjoys it. I think the only way to punish her is by not torturing her: by neglect. But we can�t do that. She�ll never finish her training in time for the big party. And I know I promised both you and Briana, (and the other Dungeon Girls as well) a chance to ride the human vibrator and play with the electric slut-fucking machine all week. That�s always the best part of training a slut��

 

�Yes, it is�� Alyssa agreed tentatively, hopefully. There was in interval of silence then, as Mistress pondered, then at last she relented.

 

�All right. You girls can have Corey for now. I�ll send in Briana and the others. Later I�ll come up with a suitable way to pay her back for that unauthorized come-shot. Until then, keep her on the dildo-machine, keep fucking her face, and definitely keep on shocking those disgusting male genitals. I want her to wish she�d never had them!�

 

�Yes Mistress,� gleamed Alyssa, taking back the remote control. �And we do the same thing tomorrow?�

 

�That�s right. Every day this week. We�ll really see how Corey here likes being cored! Now then, I�ve got other sluts to do, so you girls have fun.�She strode out the door, leaving her shuddering slut and the fucking machine strapped onto the big torture bench. 

 

Grinning at Corey�s jiggling, dildo-gagged face, Alyssa slipped her leather panties down her long, long legs and stepped free. As she moved in, she was already increasing the pace of the slut-fucker and applying the electro-shock.

 

 

 

 

 

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