Gender: Male Age: 55 Location: N/A
|Introduction: sequel to Sarah Under Control|
DEEP INSIDE SARAH
This is the sequel to “Sarah Under Control”, which should be ideally be read first. As with the first part, it is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. If you can’t make clear distinction between fantasy and reality, please DO NOT read on.
Sarah woke the next morning with the Doctor G’s cock still hard and balls deep in her modified throat. Her stirrings woke the Doc, who looked down in admiration at the blaze of color that now adorned the sleepy slut’s bald scalp. Filth had never looked so sexual, as cocks of all varieties shone on her dome, a testimony both to Ceebert’s skill and Sarah’s now total descent into slutdom.
From the fullness of her stomach, Sarah guessed that the good doctor had evacuated his bladder several times during the night into her compliant throat as well as the always plentiful quantities of seed that he seemed to be able to produce on demand. Sighing contentedly, she eased his pole from her esophagus, feeling a sense of loss as, with a plop, it left her mouth empty. The Doc rolled her over and checked her still gaping anus for signs of damage after the reaming it had taken from man and beast alike at the farm. He pronounced her fit and ready for use, although he predicted that it would be several days before her anus returned to the sort of girth that would give a human much of a grip. Giving her inflation bulb a playful squeeze, he reminded her that she was equipped to deal with such contingencies, and bid her a fond farewell.
Surprised that the ever-attentive Master Brutus was absent for his morning oral service, she padded to the bathroom and stopped to admire her beautiful, multicoloured dome. All she could see was the garland of corn snakes, as only small mirrors that showed directly ahead were allowed for her use. Just as she would probably never know what was inked on her back, she remained in ignorance of the animal cocks that were proudly emblazoned on her scalp, but all she felt was an overwhelming sense of success-for the first time in her life, she had worked toward something she craved and earned it through sheer diligence. Her rehabilitation was well on it’s way but not, she reminded herself, as she lifted her heavily cinched gourds away from her lower ribs were they now dangled, anywhere near complete yet!
It was with a happy heart that she performed her morning enemas, chuckling rather than gasping in shock when she felt how her anus hung open like a car tire. She was barely able to pump the nozzle up far enough to hold as she douched, and that excited her. Enemas done, she luxuriated in her morning shower, loving the feel of her baby smooth scalp as she carefully washed her precious ink where her hair used to be. She felt each contour of the tattoo work, tracing it slowly with her fingertips trying to ascertain what was depicted, before reminding herself that it was not her place to know.
Towelling down, she was in the process of finishing when Ceebert, as ever, walked in with her morning injections.
Throwing herself to the floor in a totally spontaneous show of gratitude, she repeatedly thanked her Master for the ultimate accolade he had bestowed upon her pate, almost sobbing with sincerity.
Touched, but remembering his station in all this, Ceebert resisted the urge he so often felt now to comfort his charge, simply chuckling that it was his pleasure, and helping her onto the breast pillory for what had always been one of his favourite parts of the day.
The cocktail in the syringes varied depending on the circumstances- sometimes, when healing was paramount, antibiotics were added, but today it was the usual mix. She had long since outgrown the need for Complyormone, such was the totality of her conversion, but it was concluded anyway along with Viagra just to keep her near the edge all the time. Hormones continued to be included to suppress her periods. No muscle relaxants were needed any more-her natural slutdom dealt with that, so it was saline solution that padded the breast injections out into a decent sized injection- if they let the daily delivery fall below three loads of 200 ml in each gourd, the slut’s eyes wouldn’t glaze over with pleasure as she pushed the plunger and delivered her own medicine- all Ceebert had to do these days was hold her gourd in the right position. Breast jabs done, Ceebert moved onto her nipple injections- these he lovingly administered himself whilst the slut offered each heavily pierced cookie willingly. Pure hornet venom now-nettle and wasp was no longer powerful enough for the sensation hungry slut, who gasped and panted in delight as Ceebert invenomated first her 5 inch wide, black cookies and then her nearly 2 inch long stretched teats, smiling as anal orgasms started to shudder through the black cock whore’s lovely colourful body.
Allowing the waves of pleasure to subside, now her breasts were loaded with another 24 hours worth of pain, he stroked her beautiful scalp, as he reminded her that this was her last day in the marital home.
Remembering hazily the Doc telling her this last night, she wondered what new adventure awaited her, but such was her trust and obedience now that it really didn’t matter. As she opened her lingerie drawer to dress, she saw that it was empty-as as were all the other drawers.
“ All your packing has been done, little slut. Don’t worry about dressing this morning-we have a little parting treat for you as you leave this morning. I kept a nice flimsy silk summer dress for you to slip into. I thought yellow for such a sunny morning?” Darcy will give you breakfast, and then you will be collected and taken to your new home.”
Nodding her understanding, she slipped the beautiful, boutique quality dress over her head, and followed him downstairs to the kitchen, where Darcy, as always pretty in pink, from her high heels to the ribbons in her now shoulder length hair, fussed over her final breakfast in her old home, supervised by the ever vigilant Paula, who every now and then teased the pink sissy cuckold by pushing her steel clad, painfully stretched scrotum two and fro as she worked..
As she watched Darcy serve her eggs and waffles, she wondered what they were injecting her with to make her hair grow so quickly, and, as Darcy bent daintily to pour Sarah’s coffee, a glimpse down the neckline of her pink silk camisole revealed the beginnings of very womanly breasts that could only mean the answer was very strong female hormones!
Remembering the source of her special cream with relish, she poured a generous glug into her coffee, a shudder of arousal washing over her as memories of her “best men” flooded back.
Breakfast over, Ceebert gave her a pair of impossibly high heeled yellow stilettos to wear, and, as she bent to buckle them up, he slipped the pink “Slut” collar around her pale neck, taking care to avoid her vitally important throat portal, and clipped a leash to it.
“Ready to face the outside world in all your glory, slut?” he asked.
Realising that all the litany of filth that adorned her body, all her piercings and modifications would be visible in the sunlight under such a flimsy gown with no lingerie to protect her, and ,more importantly, that her baldness would be totally exposed to the gaze of anyone who happened by that sunny morning, she fought back her fear, and, telling herself that she was powerfully proud of how far her rehabilitation had come, she steeled herself to exit her once precious marital home for the last time in style.
“ I am ready Master” she announced proudly, and head high she allowed Ceebert to lead her to the door.
As the front door opened, Ceebert led Sarah out into the morning sun. To her credit, she held her head high, proud of her baldness, and unthreatened by the sun’s rays making a mockery of the flimsiness of her dress. As they walked across the lawn, curtains twitched as if the neighbourhood sensed something was afoot. As Paula led the alarmingly attractive Darcy behind them, on a similar leash to Sarah’s, any resemblance between this pert blonde lovely, whose pink lingerie did little to hide her fast evolving breasts, and whose stocking-clad legs would have put many models to shame, and the beer-happy chauvinistic husband who had lived there for 20 years was totally lost.
If their thoughts had been visible in bubbles like they tended to be in kids comics, Darcy’s would have been confusion at how she had become cuckolded and feminised quite so readily; sadness at being led from the home she had worked so hard to provide for 20 years on a leash by a cruel woman, but undeniable excitement at the feminine side she had obviously suppressed for so long. Sarah’s, however, would have been frustration at the 20 years she spent as a worthless bauble, gratitude at her rehabilitation, and excitement at this new adventure.
Breaking both of their thought trains with a swoosh, the pimpmobile pulled up at the kern, driven by Leroy, and Master Winston expanded out of the rearmost door, resplendent in his usual white suit, his bald pate shining in the sun, matching the inked scalp of his slut in the statement of individuality it made.
As Paula ushered the blushing Darcy into the front of the limo, the gazes of the neighbourhood burning holes in his heart, Winston strode across the lawn to join Ceebert.
“Good morning black Cock slut Sarah” he boomed in a voice loud enough for the whole street to hear. “Don’t you look lovely this morning-especially now you earned the gift of baldness”
Blushing with pride, Sarah dropped to her knees before the ebony monster.
“ Stand back up, slut” chuckled the giant. “ It seems we have an audience. The neighbourhood watch seem fascinated to know what has become of little Miss ‘holier- than-thou’ Sarah who used to think it was clever to flaunt her very westernised bosom at black men in the street. Well, as a parting gift before you move to your new, custom made three million dollar home, we are going to show them exactly what happened to her.
As he stood at one shoulder, and Ceebert stood at the other, they each grabbed a sleeve and the waistband of her designer silk dress. With a nod from Winston, the two mighty men pulled in opposite directions, and the dress parted effortlessly at the middle seams, revealing the full extent of Sarah’s modifications to her viewing neighbourhood.
“Now, Black Cock Slut Sarah, with arms outstretched to the side and legs at least 12 inches apart, slowly turn and show off what the Masters have made of you.” commanded Winston, as the naked whore focussed on resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands, and remembered her pride in what she was becoming. Getting a grip, her rehabilitation kicked in, and pride coursed through her.
Thrilled to finally be able to let her neighbours see the “real” Sarah, she did as Master Winston had commanded, and smiled broadly at all the neighbours she saw peeking from behind living room curtains. As well as a “leaving” ceremony to her old life, it also served as a “welcoming” ceremony to the new life, where nothing would be hidden to anyone ever again, and her heart filled with such happiness at the thought that, if possible, her smile grew even larger.
“Now, Slut Sarah, drop to your knees and slowly crawl around the lawn, so that your sagging , tightly cinched gourds can be fully viewed,” boomed Winston. “Move your body slowly side to side and allow your big-dicked nipples to brush the lawn as you say goodbye to your old life.” Sarah obediently did as Master Winston commanded and felt the now familiar anal spasms go into overdrive. As her heavily cinched breasts dragged along the cool grass as she crawled obediently across the lawn she once took so much pride in, he continued
“Slut Sarah, do you know what a dog does on a lawn?,” asked Master Winston.
Anxiously, Sarah glanced up at Master Winston’s face. “It pees and poops, Master Winston?,” she said tremulously.
“You’re absolutely right, Slut Sarah. However, since we are in somewhat of a hurry, and you have already emptied colon today, just open your catheter tap, lift your left leg, giving the neighbours a good view of your pussy modifications, and take a good, strong pee.”
Looking into Master Winston’s eyes the whole while, she did as he had directed, letting go with a long, steady stream of piss. When she was down to only drips, Master Winston handed her a small cloth and said, “Wipe yourself and quickly get into the car, Slut Sarah, before the police, whom the neighbours have undoubtedly already called, arrive to arrest you for indecent exposure!”
With that, Sarah and Masters Winston and Ceebert entered the rear of car and Leroy, having already started the car in anticipation of their departure, put the car in reverse as soon as they had settled themselves into the back seat. With tires squealing, the pimpmobile exited the suburban driveway for the last time, and sped away. The last thing the neighbours saw was the now familiar sight of Sarah’s head dropping down to Master Winston’s lap, although were there were previously those glorious dreadlocks, her heavily inked scalp screamed its obscene messages to anyone who looked on. Ceebert reached across and popped the cover off her throat portal, and the journey began.
The drive across town and up into the hills where the really expensive architect designed properties lay took about 40 minutes. Paula amused herself by lifting up Darcy’s pink skirt and rubbing tiger balm oil into her poor engorged ball bag. Sarah spent the whole time alternating between Winston and Ceebert’s cocks, slowly widening her throat on their poles, taking more in each swallow as she swapped from cock to cock until as they reached their destination, she was going from ‘teasing tongue in piss-eye’ to’ lips resting in pubes’ in one fluid, uninterrupted motion, much to the amazement of Winston, who was still staggered that any woman could deep throat his weapon at all!
Finally, the pimpmobile turned off the highway and swept up a long driveway, through electric gates, and came to rest in front of a triple garage. As the doors of the limo opened, and the odd looking party exited, Sarah and Darcy gawped in amazement. Before them lay a steel and chrome high tech home on split levels that seemed to go on forever. There must have been twenty rooms! Laughing at the awestruck couple, Winston explained
“ Impressive aint it? All paid for from the website, hence the house name” as he gestured to the brass nameplate by the door that proudly announced “DEEP INSIDE SARAH”
“This little baby cost £3 mill to build, and still there’s funds left. Once we get transmitting from here, we’ll all be millionaires “ he enthused.
Still dumbstruck, Sarah allowed herself to be led by the leash to the front door, which opened electrically (keyless entry, Ceebert explained) as they reached it to show Teddy and Webmaster Jay waiting beyond.
“Welcome to your new home, slut Sarah” announced Teddy, as Ceebert handed him the leash. As ever the sound of Teddy’s voice, still embedded deep in her psyche after all that sublimal training, made her ass-pussy spasm, and memories of that glorious moment when she had earned her baldness by accommodating all of his incredible meat in her colon flooded back.
“Thankyou Master” she gushed, barely controlling the spasms that leapt between her bowel and her slut nips and threatened to overwhelm her.
“You already know Jay” he teased. “This place is fully wired for web transmission from any room on demand now, so Jay will be resident here all the time, along with Paula and the wimp, Maisy and Brutus (Sarah’s ass gave an extra spasm at the mention of her canine master), and of course you. The rest of us will not live here permanently, but any of us may stay here as required. Ceebert in particular will spend most of his time here as he has so much work still to do on you.
I can see I have wetted your appetite, so let’s give you a guided tour”
With that, he led his charge by the leash around the mansion, explaining each room as they came to it.
Firstly she was shown her bedroom- a huge plush room with a massive circular bed, an ensuite bathroom and shower room, a further en-suite cleansing room, and a still further en-suite annex that contained her breast pillories and a dentists chair for the doctor to use if required. Back in the bedroom, she was shown massive walk-in wardrobes, already well stocked with luxury lingerie, hose ,shoes, and designer dresses. In one section of the walk-in was shelf stocked with a whole range of wigs, turbans and headdresses all placed on those marble domes that wig shops use.
“ You earned your baldness and we gave it to you- but you will still have to earn the right to exhibit it- we plan to show you off in public a lot more now, and on occasions when you have not earned the right to go bald, you will be punished by wearing one of these” he explained.
Also in the corner of the bedroom sat a very large dog kennel, and beside it a chrome breeding bench, clearly designed to strap someone Sarah’s size into in the doggy position. Her heart missed a beat when she saw that-part fear, part realisation that the inevitable was now imminent.
As the exited Sarah’s room and walked across the hall, she was shown a fully equipped tattoo room, with chair, all Ceebert’s inking regalia and various different benches, suspension devices and restraints that would make any part of the hapless slut’s body readily presentable for tattooing. Cabinets along the walls contained inks, needles, piercing and stretching apparatus, drugs, and whoever knew what else.
As they left the tattoo room and headed along the hall, Teddy explained that each room was loaded with cameras and sound equipment which Jay could access from his main transmission suite, which they would be seeing last on the tour.
Next up was a room that filled Sarah with mixed emotions. Dubbed ‘the pet store’, she entered to see a large glass tank in the centre. Similar to the one in the loathsome Roger’s pet store, but larger.The glass walls were interrupted by a door and various access ports. In the centre lay a very complex bondage station …almost like a multi gym. A slut could be restrained in virtually any position therein,and also suspended by the electric winch that lay above. Draped around the various branches that littered the sand strewn glass floor were dozens of corn snakes- the spitting image of the ones that she had inked on her scalp and thighs- all sizes and colours. Sarah felt her stomach flutter at the sight of her old friends. Stopping and focussing she realised that it was actually her stomach spasming-not her anus or slut nips sending out aftershocks through her stomach….her actual stomach was spasming deliciously at the sight of her reptilian lovers. Was it possible for her stomach to become a sexual centre like her Masters had hinted at?
All around the walls were more glass tanks, and some metal cages. Someone was stocking them with animals, but was obscuring her view of exactly what they were. The person doing the stocking turned round, and her blood ran cold. It was Roger.
Sensing her loathing, he grinned at her before returning to his stock.
“You’ll also be seeing a lot more of Roger….he has to supervise every activity in the pet store, and your public have decided that you should spend a lot of time in here in due course “ teased Teddy. As he led the trembling slut back out by the leash, the magic of the tour temporarily shattered.
Through a door at the side of the pet store, she was led outside to the stable complex, where several as yet vacant stalls stood aside a ménage which, instead of containing schooling jumps and the like contained the same breeding framework that she had spent most of the previous weekend strapped into. The breeze across the gaping void that used to be her anus reminded her of what to expect next time she was fastened into that apparatus.
Next she was shown the punishment room, which contained a Saint Andrew’s cross, standard cross, bondage wheel, some very complex suspension equipment that she did not understand, and every type of whip, crop and flogger, manacle cuff and hogtie that she had ever dreamed of.
“You don’t often deserve punishment Sarah, such is your obedience. …but your public like seeing you punished, so henceforth you will sometimes have to earn your treats by asking to be punished first” he explained, smiling broadly. Sarah gulped.
Next was the ablution suite, which Sarah did not understand at all...it contained a large stainless steel enema room with washdown area, which seemed to be a more complex version of the one she had en-suite, but there were also various toilet pedestals and bidets- some conventional, some simply frameworks with hed harnesses underneath them . In the corner was her familiar urinal head collar, and various other apparatuses obviously designed for fluid handling and injecting. An adjoining door led away to a sort of waiting room with a couch, kitchen area, coffee machine, etc. Sarah had the distinct impression that people would wait out here for their turn to be serviced by her, and her growing sense of foreboding was justified when Teddy told her that here was where her scat training would begin. She had known it was coming, but still she hated the thought, and for the first time since she left her old home she wished she were back there. Noting this, Teddy realised that Jay’s advice that she was getting a little too comfortable being dished up nothing but stuff she got off on was sound, and he looked forward especially to this part of her further training, however foul the subject matter may be.
Still in shock, she was shown, Darcy’s pink Barbie-style suite, complete with very comprehensive medical facilities for the Doc to continue her journey into womanhood. Looking in the closets for no particular reason, Sarah was shocked to see that most of the lingerie and clothes that weren’t pink boudoir wear were exactly the kind of stuff she used to dress in to flaunt herself all that time ago before her rehabilitation began.
Hardly surprisingly, Paula’s room was next door. She was then led past Maisy’s room, which, interestingly, contained NO kennel, past further guest bedrooms, kitchen, dining area, etc. to the staircase that led up to the first floor.
This was the hub of the whole operation- webmaster Jay’s broadcasting studio, from where he controlled the whole house, sat aside a large auditorium, equipped for around 150 spectators, all with custom leather seats. The whole room was lit to studio standard- massive light clusters lay everywhere, along with huge flat screen monitors. In the centre of the room, surrounded by the 150 seats, on a slightly raised platform, was what looked like a cross between an operating theatre and a bondage dungeon. Every conceivable device for restraining, displaying, violating, suspending, modifying and examining a slut was on that stage…all shiny new and glistening with menace.
“All the other rooms are wired for transmission for VOD purposes Sarah, but this is where the big ‘Pay per View’ shows will be filmed and transmitted, in front of a large, fee paying invited audience. No hold barred-if they want it and are prepared to pay for it, you will undergo it, in front of your adoring public” explained Teddy with a quiet firmness that made Sarah suppress the moan of concern that had risen in her chest with that last sentence. No hold barred? Scat training? Roger? What did this new adventure hold for her? She felt genuine fear, and that made her stomach (yes-actually the pylorus in her stomach) spasm in time with her anus and slut-nips, and her submissiveness overwhelmed her caution as her knees gave way, betraying the anal orgasm she has sought to hide from her Master.
As with “Sarah Under Control”, I hope to make this an interactive story, if you have any suggestions for Sarah’s adventures, for her next tattoo, or even want to guest write a chapter, send your ideas in to email@example.com. The best ideas will be used-many already have been.
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