Step 3: ����Elementary Education

 

� 2000 Lance Edwards

 

 

 

For that night and the next five days straight, the proven Slut-Bitch known as Sub-Slut Corey lived in the large central basement chamber referred to as the Common Room.

Despite being deep underground, this large square room was spacious and airy. Forced air came through elaborate ductworks to keep it well ventilated. As in any good dungeon, this was a necessity. A lot of intense physical activity took place within that closed brick cube, a lot of panting, gasping, and screaming sucked the oxygen from the air. A total of eight large wooden crosses had been built into the room�s tool-hung perimeter. From a number of these dangled the Mistress� current Sub-Sluts, or even the occasional erring Dungeon Girl. These individuals did most of the heavy breathing (not to mention manic screaming) as they were tortured and used � although those wielding the various whips, canes, crops, cocks and other weapons also worked up quite a sweat and made a fair amount of noise laughing, grunting, crying out or shouting. In any case, this constant mad bedlam was perfect for Corey, as was just about every other facet of this excellent new home. The other sluts hung here might have been truly suffering (and judging by their pathetic cries they certainly were), but despite her own screams Corey was having the absolute time of her life. She couldn�t see exactly how the other sluts were situated; a blindfold had covered her eyes ever since Mistress had first implemented her Suck Training regimen. But she herself had been hung doubled up, with both her wrists and ankles lashed to the same two widely separated rings high on the upper half of the St Andrew�s cross. With her head and back braced against the wall and her open ass curled up and out invitingly, she made a perfect target for weapons and dildoes alike. Of course, her body became an agony of muscle cramps from the suspension stress alone within hours, and that was a mere matter of positioning. There was also the considerable addition of nearly a dozen zealous and dedicated Dungeon Girls constantly practicing on her, each developing and honing their own specialized torture techniques for the future. Slut-Bitch Corey was the helpless guinea pig for endless inventive experiments with whips, ropes, nylon stockings, rubber hoses, et cetera that were as agonizing as anything delivered in the Lady O�s downright Medieval castle prison. Nevertheless, she soaked up every stinging blow, accepted every brutally invading prick, sucked off each turgid, milk-spitting nipple that was thrust between her lips, and all the while she continued to beg for more, more, more. Where the other sluts squealed and pleaded for mercy and release like babies, Corey cried out just as piteously to be punished even more extravagantly, to be victimized and emasculated and degraded as viciously as humanly possible.

Living with the Lady O had raised the torture bar for her considerably, and the Dungeon Girls were soon amazed at the amount of abuse that Corey could sustain and still maintain an urgent, sincere erection. The week�s work became an exhilarating competition to see who could drive her to greater extremes, and Sub-Slut Corey wallowed in her outrageous agony and infamy for uncounted hours of brutal communal abuse. But finally medical circumstances dictated that she be taken down, returned to her cell and allowed a good forty-eight hours to heal up before her next scheduled appointment with Mistress.

That had been a wait of some duration, but apparently it was finally over. Dungeon Girls Alyssa and Briana (who seemed to have been somehow assigned to Corey�s case) had just come and gone from her lonely cell. After forcing Corey through the usual deliciously degrading hygiene routine, they�d fitted her with various head and tail restraints and then strapped the still bruised and aching Sub-Slut securely into her torture bench. A wink from Alyssa (who seemed cheerfully sweet somehow despite being as pitilessly dominant as the rest of them) hinted that Mistress was on her way to use her. Since that slyly sweet look, Corey had been unable to think of anything else.

Mistress had indicated that this session would see them taking her Suck Training to �another level�, whatever that meant. So far she�d worked her lips and cheeks to a flaming ache servicing toes and dildoes and relentlessly lactating nipples to the best of her ability. What could be the next level, except that prospect she most dreaded? And then suddenly this anxious, excited musing was rudely interrupted, as the cell door flew open with a crash. Gorgeous Mistress made as dramatic an entrance as ever, and Corey squirmed desperately within her bonds by way of greeting. Naturally she could hardly move, as the Dungeon Girls had left her strapped so tightly into her usual splay-legged, sixty-degree-angled posture that she might have been completely paralyzed. But Corey nevertheless made every effort to either escape or embrace her Mistress, both of which she felt an overwhelming compulsion to do.

Mistress snickered at this display, gloating over the patent futility of her bound slut�s struggles. Then she addressed the pathetically wriggling worm.

�I�ve been hearing some good things about you slut. How well you perform with your ass in the air, for instance, how much whip and dick you can take in a single day. Believe me, that skill will come in handy later, during your weeks of serious Fuck Training. You claim to love anal rape Corey? You say you�ll take all my girls can dish out and then some? Well, I say your anal education has hardly started, slut. By the time I�m done with you, you�re going to wish you�d been born without an asshole. Trust me on this. But for now we�ve still got this sucking thing to work on.�

Mistress moved in close then, huge and intimidating with her buffed muscles, big chest, spike-heeled boots, hot leather harness and hard, perpetually erect penis. Wonder of wonders though, she actually began releasing Corey�s ankles from the imprisoning stirrups. This task was quickly accomplished, but then Mistress immediately locked each splayed-out ankle into a different shackle. These were connected to a pair of chains leading off to the system of cranks, cables and pulleys that hulked behind Corey on the cunningly built torture bench. Mistress next began turning one of the cranks of course, and quickly Corey�s legs were drawn up and even further apart: pulled back over her head and behind her until once again she was quite doubled up. With her ass lifted up and the undersides of her thighs now exposed for whipping, Mistress locked the crank in place, securing Corey practically rolled into a ball, her harnessed face pointing into her spread crotch.

�How about a quick paddling, to warm us both up?� Mistress picked up a heavy wooden paddle, drilled full of holes and inlaid with lead. She battered Corey�s upraised ass with this until she�d turned the entire thing first bright red and finally into a nightmare of blue-black bruises. Then at last she cast the weapon aside.

�Good enough. Now it�s time for butt-fucking, slut. More for my benefit than your own. The way this cock pushes back on my clit gets me off so much that I just can�t help battering it into every fucking hole I come across. Since you�re still in Suck Training I should really fuck the shit out of your pretty mouth. But I�ve got something even better in mind for that particular orifice. First things first, however.�

Mistress straddled the torture bench, moved up close to that beaten-black ass and carefully removed Corey�s butt-plug. Along with the usual erection-engorging cock-harness, this had been applied by a smirking Briana less than three short hours ago. Nevertheless, Mistress removed the entire tight leather harness. When she saw that her throbbing slut remained rigidly erect without any mechanical assistance, she nodded with approval. Then she issued the direst of warnings.

�Today you�ll probably be allowed to ejaculate. Depending on how you perform. But not until I give permission! If you fail me and spew prematurely, you�ll be out in the street naked and homeless within two minutes. Got me, Slut-Bitch? No more Mistress.�

The big dildo-gag was still strapped to her face where Alyssa had left it. The big cock-shaped probe still filled her mouth, preventing any intelligible sound. Still Corey was desperate to indicate her terror at the thought of this, and she tried to nod vigorously. Naturally this was prevented by the wide leather strap belting her forehead to the bench. The best she could do was kind of bat her false eyelashes urgently. Mistress snickered contemptuously in response.

�Silence gives consent!� She lined her massive cock up with his only slowly closing hole and then hammered it in.

For a while then it was a repeat of the experience last week: an agonizing, violent, amazingly arousing anal rape performed on a completely helpless male subject by an extremely powerful woman of goddess-like stature. Corey enjoyed it more than all the hundred or so rapes already suffered this week combined. By the sound of her climbing cries and the orgasmic bucking of her relentless hips, Mistress must have enjoyed it as well. But for some reason she pulled her tremendous prick out after only twenty minutes of fucking and a bare few breathless orgasms.

Without a word she reclined the weight-bench, changing Corey�s angle of inclination from sixty degrees to thirty. The crank was turned and turned and turned ever further, bringing Corey�s chained and spread legs ever further behind her head, rolling the slut up into a tighter and tighter ball. Her knees passed her shoulders, and her ears, and still the crank kept turning, compressing Corey�s midriff until her face finally met her shaved bare, pulsating crotch. There was nowhere further to go. Every muscle screamed.

The hard spike of her erection poked rudely into Corey�s cheek, and even before Mistress began to remove the big cock-gag filling her mouth, the horrified slut had divined her Mistress� intentions.

�Now then, Sub-Slut. It�s time to take that crucial step. Every slut must be an eager and expert cocksucker, and you can only learn so much technique on a dildo. We all know that regular practice is the only way to truly master a particular skill. And what better cock for a slut to practice sucking on than her own? You�ll get instant feedback on what feels best. You�ll practically be able to teach yourself.

�Of course, I�ll also be coring you out at the same time. That goes without saying. Even male sluts have two holes, after all. You must learn to be proficient with both of them at the same time. Some day you might have dozens of rock-hard cocks lined up, all waiting for you to service them. There won�t be time to learn how to handle it then.� ����� Mistress unbuckled the last head strap and finally pulled the big plastic gag-cock from between Corey�s lips. She tossed it indifferently aside.

�Now then. You�ve got about thirty seconds to get used to servicing yourself before I slide my own big cock into the mix and help out your rhythm. Use the time wisely, Slut-Bitch. Learn well. If not for me, you�d be using this hole to suck off dirty dog cocks. And you just might end up doing that yet.� She grabbed Corey�s still pulsing and rigid penis where it lay hotly along her cheek and forced it into the panting Slut-Bitch�s waiting mouth. With her head strapped in place and her wicked contortion enforced by a hard board bench and chains of unforgiving steel, she was powerless to do anything but accept it. And so she did. Fundamentally degraded beyond belief, she wrapped her lips around her own cock, finally taking that first real irrevocable step toward her doom.

It was so hot, hard and soft at the same time and pulsating urgently. The head-bulb filled her mouth, and without thinking Corey began caressing it with her tongue. Stimulated, her saliva glands worked, spilling fluid between surfaces. Some began to leak out around her lips, and Mistress barked out instructions.

�Suck it up, slut! Suck and swallow!� Corey did as ordered, sucking on her own hard cock. The pleasure of being fellated was mind-blowing after the last several months of deprivation. Not since her first days back with the old Lady O had this indulgence been permitted, and soon enough Corey accommodated herself to the unique circumstances. Despite the discomfort of her contorted position, despite the almost autonomic revulsion she felt for herself as a lowly cocksucker, she began to wallow in the unexpected pleasure. And of course, physical pain and emotional humiliation were as compelling, as addicting as always. Within the allotted thirty seconds, Corey easily �got used to� servicing herself. She practically fell in love with it.

Good thing, too. Mistress hadn�t been kidding about her own contribution. While Corey hung knees over shoulders with her own erect penis in her mouth, Mistress quickly stepped back up and re-inserted herself that hungry little sissy-pussy.

Soon her bludgeoning rhythm resumed, coring Corey out and at the same time thrusting her own hot cock ever further down her throat. Each stroke of Mistress� hips drove not one cock into Corey now but two, and soon Corey was hard-pressed to decide which one she was enjoying more. Perhaps her own: the upside-down posture in which she gobbled her straining rod took advantage of the shaft�s natural curve, and allowed the sensitive eye-tip to rub directly against the tongue with each sliding thrust.

The entire experience was downright delightful, a revelation for such a homophobic specimen as Corey. While still repelled at the thought of servicing another male, she nevertheless felt barriers crumbling within her at every stroke. Here she was: sucking cock and loving it, able to accept that the penis between her lips was real and liable to spurt hot come at any time. Indeed, the harder Mistress fucked away, reaming out her rectum and massaging her prostate, the faster her throbbing cock slipped and slid through her slick clamping lips, the closer Corey came to realizing that an orgasm might be not only imminent but unstoppable. In a necessary breach of protocol, the Sub-Slut flashed her glance up and made a brief eye contact with Mistress. Passing in that quick look (and in the desperate tenor of her escalating moans) was a combined warning-question-plea that Mistress would know how to read.

Indeed. Mistress caught the gist right away. �Do it, Slut-Bitch! Blow your load! Suck and swallow every drop!� Then she raised her own rhythm to manic intensity, pleasuring her own clit, her slut�s sissy-pussy, cock and mouth all at the same time. Cries of savage joy began to break from her, harbingers of her own impending orgasm, and at that Corey could hold back no more. Her shuddering balls clenched, the hot cock in her mouth began spasming powerfully and two weeks� copious load of semen spat against the back of her throat. Shot after shot of hot wet slime filled her with shame, disgust, savor and limitless arousal, mingling with the climactic pleasure release of coming.

Mistress was coming too, humping away, and screaming �Suck, suck, suck, suck, SUCK!� down at her doubled-up slut while she did so. Both of them writhed together in extreme pleasure, each prolonging the other�s orgasm to the very last shudder. Then finally Mistress backed up, pulling her big cock out of Corey�s ass. She smirked at the slut, still sucking on her own swollen dick.

�Well done. That was good for a first drill. In addition to being hung from a cross this week, and depending on the availability of Dungeon Girls, you will be sucking yourself off like this every day. When you finally prove proficient enough, it�ll be time to move up to something else. I�ll decide what later.�

Mistress turned and stalked out the door. Curled into a painful ball, waiting for the eventual arrival of a Dungeon Girl, with nothing else to do anyways, Corey took advantage of the situation.

�Suck, suck, suck, suck, SUCK!� Mistress chanted in her head. The Slut-Bitch obliged.