Second Assignment – Dorota

The Assignment:

Your assignment is simple this week.

As you mentioned last week, you have already sold out your sister, your friends, your coworkers. In fact, you specifically begged me to abuse them instead of you, pleading how much hotter they were, how much tighter their holes would be on the first. That is nice and all, but as I think you can see… it leaves me with a bit of a problem.

It first occurred to me while I was burning your name onto your back again… have to make sure that it’s so dark and obvious that you’ll never be rid of it. If all of the information you gave me about those pretty girls is true, why do I need you anymore? Oh don’t get me wrong, you were great for a ride, and I had a bunch of fun turning you into a perfect doll. You’re plenty well trained by now, but half the fun is in beating that training in… I’d enjoy turning your sister or your former roommate into exactly the same kind of obedient whore.

Now you are probably feeling a faint stirring of hope… if I have no further use for you, if you’ve given me a replacement for you… maybe you can go? Let me squash that for you, right away. You are never leaving. The only question here is whether or not you keep breathing.

I want you to spend a paragraph or two begging for your life. Remind me why you are worth keeping around. Promise me degrading acts and of all the things I threatened to do to hurt you that I haven’t gotten around to inflicting on you yet… things I would miss if you were to die tonight. Tell me what you would do to help me rape your sister or roommate if only I would leave you alive to see them arrive.

That isn’t enough, though. Even if I keep you alive, I am soon to have an abundance of holes. It could be fun to fuck your ass with a barbed-wire covered baseball bat, or see just how many piercing I can put in your tongue before you can’t talk anymore, or see if if I can manage to kick my boot into your womb, but if I did that hole probably wouldn’t ever be fuckable again. That isn’t much of a problem for me – like I said, I’ll have replacements soon – but I presume you would probably prefer to keep yourself from being ruined that way.

So I’ll let you persuade me.

For each of your holes, you are going to write three paragraphs. First, you are going to remind me of a good time I already had with them – remind me on the kind of fun I’d be missing out if you didn’t have that hole available anymore. Second, you are going to offer me something horrible I could do to that hole, if only I would let you keep it. Something slightly less terrifying than me ruining it forever, but if you don’t make it enticing enough… well, that’s too bad for you isn’t it? Then, lastly, you are going to beg me to rape that hole for you, right here, right now. If all else fails, I probably won’t mutilate your ass whole I’m in the process of fucking it, right? Best be convincing, just to make sure.

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Completed assignment:

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But… but… Master… I thought… this slut… whore… thought that…

Ekhm… my… my pussy… my cunt… It was the first whole of mine you raped. That must bring some memories, right? It must be worth something, master. You must remember how I was still unable to comprehend what is happening to me, how I insisted it must be all a sick joke, that it wasn’t possible… all until you pushed your cock up my cunt.

I’m sure… together… we would find a way to make it even better. Maybe… maybe have it pierced and run a leash through the ring? One pull and I’ll clench so beautifully on your cock, begging you to come in me.

We could do that right now! I… I can even be the one who will pierce it. Then, with it still fresh, I will ride you to show you what a good obedient fucktoy I am!

And my mouth? How I sucked at sucking cock! I was fucking useless! You had so much time teaching me. The usual way – hurting me each time I wasn’t enthusiastic enough, I wasn’t looking you in the eyes. Not to mention a lash for each drop I spilled. And then the cocksucking parties you organized, allowing this slut to practise her skills on men, so many men you brought. For hours. Would be pity if all that training went to waste?

If we’re piercing my pussy… you could add some piercings to my tongue. I would… i would hate this, but maybe you would enjoy my tongue more like that?

Why don’t you use my mouth now? I mean, I don’t have the piercings yet but you could just facefuck me hard. Treat my mouth as if it was my cunt. And make me choke on your dick so much that I almost lose consciousness? Don’t you like maing cunts like me struggle for breath?

That leaves my ass. This was the only hole I had untouched when you grabbed me. You took my last virginity, busted it as I squeled and begged… and remember how I lost consciousness from pain? How quickly I learned to beg you to hurt and fuck me if only to leave my ass alone? And I still haven’t learned to take it. It still hurts so much, I still hate it with all my heart. Isn’t it fun hurting your slavecunt so much?

We still haven’t tried fitting two dicks there. You could grab your buddy and try to check if two cocks would manage to fit inside. And if they don’t first punish me for it, then MAKE them fit. I’m sure I’d make screams and sounds like none I have ever made before.

We could try it right now. Sure, we’re alone but you made me use all those big dildos when I was practicing with my holes. Why not have me push it in, then spread my asscheeks open, inviting you in? Wouldn’t you like trying how tight it will be? Please, spare this hole too, master.

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The Reward:

“But… but… Master…” you whispered, swallowing from your dry throat. “I thought… this slut… whore… thought that…”

There was nothing so beautiful as the look on your face in that moment. Every single time it happened, it was precious. I had raped and abused you so much, degraded you so far, that you had thought you couldn’t get any lower… couldn’t be turned into any more pathetic of an animal. And every single time I proved you wrong… was a treasure. “See, that was the problem,” I told her coldly. “You thought.”

You were on your knees on the cement of the basement. The entire point of this was to make you degrade yourself so I didn’t want you too tightly bound, but I didn’t want you to get any ideas you were anything like a real person and not an animal, either. You wore only a collar, locked shut around your throat, the metal letters W H O R E shining in the dim light on your neck. That collar and its chain was welded to a spike in the ground, so you wouldn’t get far. Beyond that, the only thing I’d done to bind you was to chain your legs together close enough that you wouldn’t be able to take more than a shuffling, unbalanced step… that you would be forced to crawl across the cold, hard floor.

“So,” I said, looking at you. “Convince me. Or should I get to disposing of you?”

“No!” you cried out. It made me smirk. After everything, death would be a mercy for you… but you were still so afraid to die.

“Then convince me to keep your holes,” I said, leaning back. “An unfuckable slave is a dead one, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Ekhm… my… my pussy… my cunt… Master, don’t destroy it!” you begged. “It was the first hole of mine you raped. That must bring some memories, right? It must be worth something, master!” You were starting to cry as you spoke. “You must remember how I was still unable to comprehend what is happening to me, how I insisted it must be all a sick joke, that it wasn’t possible… all until you pushed your cock up my cunt.

“I’m sure… together… we would find a way to make it even better for you!” you whimpered. “Maybe… maybe have it pierced and run a leash through the ring? One pull and I’ll clench so beautifully on your cock, begging you to come in me. We could do that right now! I… I can even be the one who will pierce it. Then, with it still fresh, I will ride you to show you what a good obedient fucktoy I am!”

I shrugged. “Not a bad idea.” I got up and went through one of my boxes of toys… no needles in here. There was a rough wooded skewer, however… that would do. I tossed it to you. “So get on with it,” I said as it bounced off your forehead. “Right through the clit.”

You visibly paled at that. “Master, maybe… maybe it would be better if I…”

My eyes narrowed. “Through your whore clit,” I growled. “Or I’ll burn the damn thing off.” Whimpering, you picked up the skewer and began to work. It took you a long time… a long, screaming time to get it through. I wasn’t sure if you had any tears left in your body by the time your most sensitive part was skewered and no doubt filled with slivers of wood scraped off… you were blubbering like a pathetic idiot by that point. I reached down and fucked the hole in your clit with the skewer a few times to make it go all the way through, and you proved you weren’t done screaming and crying yet… not until you eventually passed out from the pain.

When I yanked the skewer out, put the ring in, and began sealing it closed with a lighter… that woke you up. Your eyes, bloodshot and tear-filled, begged me to cool the metal burning your clit. I finally did by pissing on it.

When you had at last recovered enough to speak, you proved you weren’t a completely useless dumb whore. “Do you want me to fuck me now, master?” you asked… your first words after recovering yourself enough to speak.

I smiled in approval, but shook my head. “I’ll make my decision how you get fucked after I know which holes you are going to have left. Next?”

You whimpered softly, probably hoping I’d been distracted away… but then you continued. “My mouth? Master, remember how I sucked at sucking cock! I was fucking useless! You spent so much time teaching me, the usual way – hurting me each time I wasn’t enthusiastic enough, I wasn’t looking you in the eyes. Not to mention a lash for each drop I spilled. And then the cocksucking parties you organized, allowing this slut to practice her skills on men… so, so, so many men you brought. For hours. Would be pity if all that training went to waste?”

I shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy teaching your sister just as much.”

You sobbed. “If… if you liked me piercing my pussy… you could add some piercings to my tongue. I would… I would hate it, but maybe you would enjoy my tongue more like that?” I was impressed you could still find so many tears… your sniffling was starting to make you hard to understand. “Why don’t you use my mouth now? I mean, I don’t have the piercings yet but you could just facefuck me hard. Treat my mouth as if it was my cunt. And make me choke on your dick so much that I almost lose consciousness? Don’t you like making cunts like me struggle for breath?”

“I do,” I agreed. Then I tossed you the bloody skewer, still stained from what it had done to your cunt. To your credit, it only took you a few moments to realize what I wanted. When you reached up to begin, however, I stopped you. “Later,” I said. “I need you to finish begging first. Wouldn’t want to stop you from making the case to spare your asshole.”

“Master… master is so kind…” you whimpered pathetically, and I grinned. Then you continued, still fingering the skewer you knew you would be shoving through your own tongue in a minute. “My ass… that was the only hole I had untouched when you grabbed me. You took my last virginity, busted it as I squealed and begged for you…” you said softly. “Remember how I lost consciousness from pain? How quickly I learned to beg you to hurt and fuck me if only to leave my ass alone?”

You looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. “You can’t ruin it yet, Master… I still haven’t learned to take it up the ass properly. It still hurts so much, I still hate it with all my heart. Isn’t it fun hurting your slavecunt so much? Would you really want to lose that? And you still haven’t tried fitting two dicks there. I know you want to. You could grab your buddy and try to check if two cocks would manage to fit inside. And if they don’t first punish me for it, then MAKE them fit.” You were sobbing too hard to continue for a bit, but I gave you a minute to get yourself back under control. “I’m sure I’d make screams and sounds like none I have ever made before. We could try it right now if you like, Master. Sure, we’re alone but you made me use all those big dildos when I was practicing with my holes. Why not have me push it in, then spread my asscheeks open, inviting you in? Wouldn’t you like trying how tight it will be? Please, spare this hole too, master.”

I slowly rose up, you watching with terrified eyes. “Alright cunt,” I said with a slow smile. “You’ve convinced me. For now.” I reached into the drawer and pulled out the biggest dildo I had that wouldn’t actually hurt me to fuck you alongside it. “Bend over.”

Like a good little slut, you did. I had plenty of toys in this basement, but no lube… the only lube you ever got was what I was using now as I wiped the dildo against her tear-soaked face began I began the slow, painful process of cramming in into your swollen ass while you blubbered. “From now on, though, you should consider all three of your holes on probation. If you don’t consistently show me that you are willing to go the extra mile to make them worth my time, you’re going to lose them. I don’t need them… but if you want to keep living, you do.” I finally got the dildo all the way into you, and began the even slower process of forcing my cock in alongside it, really making you start screaming. “And Dorota?” I said, yanking on your hair until you stopped screaming and paid attention. “Start piercing your tongue.”