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 "Cunt!  Mouth, now!" Megan-cunt crawled in front of her master and opened
her aching mouth once more.  Her eye makeup had run down her cheeks onto
her neck from a day of sobbing, whimpering and just plain crying.  "Hold
still" The first squirt hit her in the eye, but her strict training kept
her in perfect position to accept her boss' powerful stream of hot piss. 
Her mouth filled up quickly and as she swallowed it ran down her front. 
She held her feed-bowl under her chin to catch what she could not gulp down
in time.  He enjoyed wetting her hair.  He knew how much it humiliated and
angered her, particularly this cunt.  She spent so much time and money on
her hair and then to have it matted down and drenched with acrid urine must
have infuriated her more.  She crawled back to her spot on the floor.  Her
tummy bloated with sperm and piss which sloshed noticeably.  He watched her
puffy cunt lips winking at him, her tenderized asshole was still agape
which reminded him she needed her plug replaced.  "Don't forget to finish
your drink, Cunt." She placed her glass bowl of piss on the coffee table
and raised up on her knees.  Her taut body glistening with piss and spit as
she lowered her mouth to the yellow froth.  He loved this part.  Now the
pampered, ivy-league educated MBA extended her tongue like the bitch she
had become and began to lap up her master's piss.  He was getting hard
again.  The chain hanging from her collar clanged against the bowl.  Her
tags dangled freely from her ears.  One side read, "Cunt" Also, answers to
Hole or Slit" The other tag read property of Tucker Townsend, if found
immediately bind it, gag it and plug it.  It eats cock, pussy and asshole.
"

   "That's a good girl, such a good girl, such a good doggie, good girl
clean up the mess you made, c'mon pumpkin that's it." Powerfully built and
impeccably groomed, Tucker Townsend only slightly lost his composure when
he was stroking his cock.

   "See what you caused, slutty fucking tease, now I have to shoot another
fucking load just to think straight.  Get your fucking funnel ready."

   Megan-Cunt reached under the table and got her funnel in her mouth just
in the nick of time as white ropey cum shot out of his fat angry cock, the
purple plumb head aimed at Megan's funnel-filled mouth as she quickly
opened up to accept her after lunch treat.  She'd only been fed sperm
today. It was now 3pm.  She held the funnel in her mouth for a full minute
to let it all drip into her mouth.  She knew better than to waste any.  Her
tummy growled.

   "Good cunt that's it.  Don't miss any"

   The cunt licked up all the spilled cum off the table.  She pressed her
lips to it to vacuum up every last remnant just as she had been taught in
her doggie training classes.  Once she finished cleaning the sperm she was
given a straw to suck up the rest of the piss because she didn't have time
to lap it up today.  The dinner time cunt would be arriving at 5:30p and
this one still had to clean itself and put all of its toys, collars and
leashes back where they belonged and then thank its master properly.

   Tucker watched her shower and towel off.  She reapplied her makeup and
spent a solid half hour drying and brushing her hair.  She was lucky he
didn't cum in it this time.  Vapid cunt, he thought.  Just before she was
ready to dress, Tucker appeared in the cunt bedroom.

   "I think you forgot something." He held her butt plug out to her.  Like
a child caught misbehaving she slowly walked to him and took her plug.  Her
eyes pleading not to have to plug herself for her ride home.  The plug was
black and shaped like a turnip, it was tapered severely and slipped in
easily until half way then it was extremely difficult, somewhat painful to
get the full circumference of it passed her asshole muscle but that was the
only way it would stay.  Even after more than a year of getting her asshole
fucked every week by her master her asshole was still a steel trap.  Tucker
loved the self plugging routine.  He was almost gleeful as her expression
went from petulant sulk, to resignation to acceptance and finally the
insertion itself which she finally figured out was easier if she stuck the
suction base to the sink vanity then perched herself lewdly over it and
then fingered her clit to relax herself and then sit down on it.  She had
long ago lost her self-consciousness in front of her master.  She was
allowed to use baby oil.  She greased it until it glistened then sawed a
lubed finger in and out of her sore asshole.  She then wiggled onto her fat
plug, nearly fingering herself to orgasm.  Her legs quaked and she nearly
tumbled off the vanity but stuck a foot out just in time and steadied
herself.  She twisted and exhaled and tiptoed gingerly to the bed to put
her clothes on.  Feeling like she had a fist in her ass.  The baseball size
plug was a reminder that her asshole as well as the rest of her holes
belonged to her master.

   Megan-cunt was allowed to speak for five minutes before leaving.

   "Speak."

   "Master thank you so much for fucking my pussy , I mean cunt and asshole
today.  Also thank you for fucking my mouth.  I know how much you like to
fuck it while you hold my hair in your fist.  I wanted to tell you that, it
makes my cunt so wet and makes me tingle when you hold my hair and fuck my
mouth.  It also makes me wet when you collar me and jerk my chain over to
clean up what my messy cunt has leaked all over the floor.  Thank you so
much master.  Also, thank you for the straw so I could drink your piss much
faster.  It tastes so good I want to be able to drink all of your piss
master so you don't ever have to use the toilet again.  "

   "You sound like a little girl when you tell a story cunt.  You sound
ridiculous.  Remember how poised and refined you used to sound.  I mean I
saw through it, but your rube friends and dim husband fell for it didn't
they.  SO what are you reading these days?  People and Us?  Never mind. 
That's a Very good cunt, I believe you drank four or five pints today.  You
are really getting the hang of it.  You are really keeping up with the
grooming nicely, I couldn't find one bump or one follicle of stubble when
you presented yourself for inspection.  (All cunts must strip and kneel on
the bathroom floor, lean forward then place its right cheek flatly on the
floor, reach back between its legs and grasp its ankles.  This gives master
a clear view of its spread holes before he uses them.  It's in this
position that the day is started with a severe open palmed spanking which
lasts for up to 20 minutes.) I think waxing every other day is the way to
go.  You are allowed to finger your cunt until you cum today and tomorrow
for being such an obedient bitch.  You really are a good breed of bitch
aren't you.  Spoiled, well-educated, pampered cunts always comply
eventually and then remain loyal for life.  Are you one of those cunt?"

   "Yes master, I am.  I owe everything I have to you."

   "Because dumb twat MBA's with law degrees are a dime a dozen, I have 100
identical resumes in my office right now.  You are all interchangeable,
what makes you special Cunt?  You are pretty and have had a life of
fumbling buffoons vying for your attention but what makes you special?"

   "My obedience and loyalty?"

   "That's right, very good cunt.  But you know what else?  You turn me on.
I don't know why.  There are prettier cunts , cunts with better bodies,
cunts who are more eager, but there is something about your complete
submissive nature and your total lack of self-esteem that continues to make
my cock hard just by thinking about you."

   Megan-cunt began to swell up with emotion, her feelings of hatred for
her tormentor were switching to something else.  She involuntarily stepped
forward as if to embrace him.

   Megan-cunt was stopped cold by a stinging slap to her face, she lost her
breath for a split second, turned scarlet and began to cry and apologize.
Tears welled, and began raining on the lapel of her understated business
attire.

   `What in the fuck are you trying to pull cunt?  You think you are going
to live with me?  Marry me, be my full time cunt?  You think you can do the
duties of all the cunts?  You are just a once a week daytime cunt.  You
haven't even trained for overnights?  I've bred you surely, I've given you
three healthy boys, I made you richer than you'd ever hoped to be.  I found
your dolt husband a real career.  I have bred all my cunts, if that helps
squelch your aspirations.  I have sired at least 20 children with my cunts.
So don't try whatever it is your scheming."

   She was now sobbing uncontrollably.  Tucker pulled his cock out.  He
pushed her to her knees.  He swabbed the tears streaming from her eyes with
his hardening cock.  He began to srtoke it faster and faster using her
tears as lubrication.  He leaned back on the couch and masturbated

   "Time for secrets, let me hear an embarrassing secret and remember I'll
know if you are making it up by your tone of voice and the words you use to
so make it a good one.  I hope it's something completely vile.  Hurry up
bitch.  I need to shoot my load.  Don't forget, if its bullshit I am going
to whip you."

   Of all the things she hated about her weekly sex degradation, his
insistence on hearing her darkest secrets is what she loathed above all
else.  She was running out of material.  She had begun to float half truths
and embellish things she had read about as her own experiences.  She had to
be careful.  He remembered every last detail and if something didn't add up
or seemed fishy he would punish her severely.  She was out of ideas.  She
finally decided to tell him what she was trying to hold back.