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This story contains intense, graphic details of the life of a formerly
willing sex slave named Pooch. It is not intended to be read by
children or those that are offended by such material. It is a work of
fiction containing acts that are not recomended for emulation in the
real world. It is an on going story that will continue as long as the
readers indicate a strong desire for it to do so. Your email is the
expresioin of choice.

 I am looking for ideas for a visit in a  future chapter, to a tatoo
artist. The tatoo should be demeaning in nature but should be
beautiful in design not detractingfrom the slaves over all 
appearance but enhancing it. 
 

Pooch's Story (c)

Into the Fire 1  (Part 10)
What Pooch noticed about the state of the house she caught mostly out
of the
corners of her eyes. She dared not appear tardy  as she rushed to  the
kitchen. She
noticed some pain in her feet from the canning  but paid no 
attention.  Once in the kitchen she found a spatula, still resting in
a
dirty frying pan. She picked it up and then looked to the floor for
her feeding bowl.
What she found was a stainless steel dog bowl with the humiliating, 
ever present 'Pooch - Toilet Slave' scrawled on the side, in what
looked
like red lipstick. Also on the floor, by the door leading to the
basement stairs there
was a curious looking wooden bucket. A brass plate on the side 
said 'Royal Navy.' Over the edge of the bucket hung a handle fashioned
from
twisted rope, from which ran a multitude of  knotted tails.  Pooch
couldn't make out
how many. The bucket was filled with what appeared to 
be water. Both the bucket and the rope were dark with age. With bowl
and
tool in hand Pooch ran as fast as her hobbled legs would go, back to
the library.
Pooch cleaned up the mess on the floor filling the feed bowl. 
By the time she arrived at the playroom door she was out of breath,
frightened of what she maybe facing next. She was sure that someone
would say
that she had taken too long, earning her more punishment.  She 
appreciated the smooth finish with rounded edges on her leg irons. Her
shins
were being spared a great deal of injury. Pooch had found something to
be thankful
for, humane irons. Her legs were still being bruised by the 
hard metal though the level of pain was bearable. Injury no longer
mattered.
What was important now was how much pain could she tolerate and still
obey her
lady, Mistress Marla. If she had two broken legs and Marla 
told her to stand and walk Pooch would have stood up an walked. She
would do
whatever she was told as best she could. Her mind kept giving her
pictures of the
new whips she had just seen. As Pooch walked down the 
cellar stairs she began to fell uncertain if she would ever come out.
Yet,
her fear of Marla was greater than her fear of death. That was the
only reason why
she walked down the stairs. Fear of what would happen to her if 
she tried to escape, forced even the word itself to be vanquished from
her
mind. Even thinking about it could get her into trouble. She had been
told that she
would be watched all the time. She didn't stand a chance.   
Marla was giving her guest a tour of the playroom when a very pale
Pooch
stepped inside. It had changed. A half dozen cages of different shapes
and sizes
lined the left wall. From the mid point of the right wall 
protruded a six foot, wood beam, eight inches square, secured to the
wall by
steel hinge and held parallel to the floor by a chain running from the
front of the
beam to an anchor bolt set deep into the wall behind it. A 
winch had been installed above the lid covering the pit. Pooch
supposed that
this was  to allow Marla to open the pit without Ed's help. Scattered
around the
perimeter of the floor there were all kinds of stocks that Pooch 
had never seen before Standing in the back, right corner was a gallows
straight out of a western movie. A rope, tied into a hangman's knot
dangled from a
broad wood beam, over the low platform on which the victim stood. 
Lack of height in the cellar room prevented the platform from being
any
higher than two feet. The sight of the gallows sent a chill through
the slaves spine.
In the near right corner, occupying a significant portion of the 
room stood a circular steel tank. It was constructed from panels that
bolted
together allowing it to be disassembled for transport. It stood six
feet high with a
diameter of about eight feet. Some of the panels had 
round windows allowing spectators to view what was happening inside.
On the
top edge of the tank there was an electrical hoist attached to a swing
arm. The arm
just barely fit under the ceiling beams.
Pooch wondered just how much money Marla had spent on all the new
equipment.
How  would she possibly make it all back, as Marla had said she would.
"Get over here now you piece of shit!!", Marla bellowed., "and I want
you to
crawl. From now on when you enter this room or  move around here you
will crawl."
Pooch scurried across the floor to her mistress's waiting feet. Her
udders,
once again, hung down from her chest just inches above the floor. 
"Put your face on the floor," Marla barked. "Your forehead, nose and
lips
are to touch the floor, thighs straight up, showing off your ass and
your knees
spread wide. Don't you be trying to hide your crotch from 
anyone. Now interlace your fingers behind your neck and point your
elbows
straight out. This will be called the 'worship' position. This will be
the posture you
assume automatically after you crawl to anybody's feet. 
Pooch complied, her face in intimate contact with the floor.
"Now keeping your knees and arms where they are, straighten up your
back but
keep your head bowed. This is the 'kneel' position. Remember that
until told
otherwise your eyes stay focused on the floor. You may now 
look around your new clean up facility" The first thing Pooch's eyes
focused on was
her own reflection  in the broken mirror stuck onto the wall. 
Looking back at her was someone she didn't recognize at all. The eyes
were
nearly swollen shut from constant crying. The edge of her lower eyelid
underlined
the red eye balls with a similarly colored line. Snot ran down 
her bulbous, red nose, hanging on her upper lip. The bright red collar
with
its humiliating inscription screamed out her lowly status for all to
see. From her
knees Pooch could only see down to her shoulders. Even 
so it was clear that the skin was being pulled hard by her heavy bags.

Below the mirror a small shelf, cut from rough lumber, served to hold
an
assortment of cosmetics and an old hairbrush. These were Marla's
castoffs. Marla
was glad they had found some use. In the corner a copper pipe 
that had been taped into the main water line, ran  down at a small
angle
away from the wall. A valve had been attached to control water flow.
Below the
valve there was another short length of pipe that had been capped 
off. Small holes had been drilled through the cap creating a makeshift
shower head. On the floor lay the rest of the cleaning implements, a
toilet brush,
tooth brush, a bar of soap and a disposable razor. All but the soap 
were well worn. Off to the side was a large jar of bag balm and a
towel so
threadbare it was possible to see right through it. 
"You'll visit this corner at least two times per day, once early in
the
morning and once after being taken out of the pit. you'll also visit
this corner before
and after a performance. In the early morning I will give you twenty-
five minutes to shower, shave, brush your teeth and put on makeup.
Subsequent visits are fifteen minutes because you don't need to shave.
You will use
the toilet brush to apply the soap and work it into your skin. 
You are to cover every inch of your body. You use the same brush to
rinse of
the soap. Use the same soap on the tooth brush when you clean your
teeth. After
your shower you will towel yourself off and then kneel in 
front of the mirror. You brush your hair, which is now going to be
allowed
to grow long so that it can be used  as a rag. The minimum makeup you
are 
required to wear is skin cover up, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow,
lipstick  
and blush. You will also apply skin cover over your
udders and crotch. I don't want to see bruising in those areas 
after they have been made up. I want everyone to think that these
areas
haven't been adequately abused yet. You will find a blush for your
nipples 
and pussy lips on the shelf, as well.  Usually you will find items on
the shelf other than just cosmetics. You will obey the
instructions, included with the items. It might be special 
clothing or shoes, or maybe restraints or clamps. It could be
anything.
After the allotted amount of time the light over the mirror will turn
itself off  and it
will become too dark to see much. Don't forget that you are my 
whore and I want you to look the part." 
The irony of the situation was noted by Pooch. She would spending all
this
time and effort trying to look her best only to have her mistress'
filth shoved into her
mouth and spread over her face soon after her shower. 
These women were being meticulous at turning every small pleasure she
might
feel into pure misery. She would sleep in the hellish pit, hurt her
self while bathing,
eat shit and be fucked in a manner that would put her very life at
risk.
There was a method to Marla's madness. Marla believed that if she were
the
only possible source of pleasure for Pooch her control over the slave
would be much
stronger. It is much easier to surrender to pleasure than it is to
surrender to pain. In this case
Marla just happened to play both parts. Pooch didn't stand 
a chance. Eventually Pooch would see her as a source of 
pleasure and make it easier for her to surrender to her mistress
completely.
Pooch would obey from both the fear of pain and for the love,
perverse as it may be, of her mistress. Marla showed Pooch the switch
that would
turn on the light above the mirror and flipped it on.
"You had better be quick  once the light is turned on. You will stand
to
turn on the water. Turn it on all the way. To save time adjusting
water temperature
the only water you will get is cold. After the water is on you will
then lower yourself
for the remainder of the shower staying on your knees or sitting on
the floor. You
can get started. Since this is your first time I will instruct you in
the way
that I want things done as we go along."
Pooch scampered to her feet to turn on the flow of water  then
returned to
her knees underneath the broad, chilling streams emanating from the
pipe. At first
the cold took her breath away but the urgency to get herself clean and
made up in
time didn't allow her to dwell on the cold. She grabbed the old toilet
brush and
began to soap it up.
"You will pay particular attention to your crotch, udders, the soles
of your
feet and your face. I want them well scrubbed. There is a camera
installed near the
ceiling. When you are cleaning yourself I want the brush to be between
you and the
camera. Not only I will be reviewing your bath but scores of others
will be as well, 
around the world on closed circuit television. I think a lot of people
will
tune in just to see how your appearance and attitude changes from day
to day. Your
first punishment session is a pay per view event."
Marla realized the tone she set for this first cleaning  would be
followed
by all subsequent sessions. Again luck was not on Pooch's side. Marla
was
determined to start her slaves day off on the right foot. 
"When you scrub your crotch  make sure that it's facing the camera.
The best
way is to lie on your back and raise your legs up past your head.
keeping those
knees of yours spread..That way the cameras will be sure to get a
great view of
both your shit hole and your piss hole. I want you to scrub both those
holes well for
your audience........... Scrub harder!" Marla yelled. 
"Now grab one of your nipples between your thumb and your
forefinger.......... Now pinch it hard.........Keeping on the pressure
lift up that
udder............ Keeping your bag where it is scrub the underside
just like 
you just scrubbed your cunt.......... Good. Now do the other bag just
the same way."

It was late autumn and the municipal water was quite cold.  Pooch was
nearly frozen.
Her skin pale, from the blood retreating out of her skin to try and
keep her insides
warm.  Patches of skin, in her crotch, that had just started to heal
were scraped
off exposing raw meat. Marla, then  directed Pooch's attention to her
udders. Pooch
had to continually squeeze hard on her own nipple or the heavy bag
would slip out
of her grip while it was being scrubbed. Marla wanted to see all of
the little needle 
scabs scraped of. That way when Pooch made-up the oversized globes,
they
would look like they had never been touched by a whip.  Pooch was
surprised that
the scrubbing pain would reach a certain intensity and then level off.
She saw it as a
small victory, her first since becoming Marla's property. It raised
hope in Pooch.
Maybe the same would be true in other punishments. Maybe they would
all reach a
maximum level of pain beyond which she wouldn't have to endure. The
thought
gave Pooch some new strength.  Marla continued to instruct her
captive. "When
you're scrubbing the top and sides of those melons I want them
supported only by
your holding on to the nipples. Don't hold them in the palm of your
hand.......... 
Good......Now turn your back to the camera while you scrub
it........... Put
more soap on the brush.......... Turn around again and do your
arms............ Now
your neck and face...........Smile for the camera........You can hold
the soap in your
hand to lather your hair. That's the only time I will allow you to use
your hands
directly is when washing your hair................ Using the brush to
help get the soap
off your skin rinse yourself off except where you are going to
shave................... I
see that I have left the catheter  in and it might get in the way of
your shave. "
Marla screamed, "Pull it out."
Pooch was kneeling at the time. The reluctant slave was beginning to
understand what Marla expected of her. She didn't want to be accused
of hiding her 
assets, so with her legs spread for the camera, and trying to show
enthusiasm  Pooch 
twisted the small tube around three of her fingers and gave it an
enthusiastic pull. She
pulled hard enough to lift a concrete block but the balloon only moved
part way into 
her urethra. Most of it remained in her bladder. Pooch collapsed onto
the
floor writhing in the agony that she  had just inflicted onto her
self. Her hands
instantly reached to cover and soothe her cunt. Pooch didn't scream 
but only because she had already lost her voice.   Marla had earlier
prepared a pair of 
five foot bullwhips with tails of extremely coarse and hard buffalo
hide.  She
retrieved them and handed one to Shandra.  The whorehouse keeper
cracked it in
the air a few times to get a feel for  this marvelous training tool.
Then all hell broke
loose. The tail crashed into  Pooch's skin right on her collar bone.
Liquid fire
screamed to her brain. The slave was in shock. Her hands reflexively
jerked away
from her cunt trying to cover her sliced collar bone.
Marla, not nearly as sure of her aim as her guest, swung her whip at
the
girls now unprotected belly. The bullwhip  connected  a little low
slamming into
Pooch directly over her bladder. Pain racked her slender frame both
high and low.
One hand stayed under her shoulders the other jerked back down to her
belly.. 
One of Marla's faults, in the outside world, was that she was short
tempered.
This made it difficult for her to form close relationships. In this
domain, her short 
temper was only a problem for her slave, which is to say, no problem
at all. Pooch's reflexive attempt to cover up lit her mistress' short
fuse.
"KNEEL!!! you stupid cunt. Marla screamed. It was so loud and
unexpected
that even Shandra was startled.  Somehow it registered in the slaves
mind. Pooch
realized that she had gotten herself into a world of trouble and got
back on her
knees placing her hands behind her neck as she had been instructed to
while in the 
kneeling position.  Marla continued to scream. "You stupid, stupid,
stupid little shit. I
give you an order and you don't even try to carry it out. Then, when I
try to provide
some encouragement to help you out you try to cover up. " She went on
in a calmer
voice. "Shandra and I are going to have a little contest.  Where going
to see which
one of us can get in the most strokes while you pull out your
plumbing. I suggest
you use both hands, and don't worry about the tube breaking, it's made
from
Kevlar...... You can start as soon as you feel the first lash. Don't
you dare 
screw up!"
The two women attacked her back with the whips. Shandra laid down
stripes
lengthwise sending her whip over the slaves shoulders down toward her
waist.
Marla cut across the back,her stripes intersecting Shandra's  
at ninety degrees. The hard cellar wall echoed back the rapid fire
staccato
of cracks pops and whistles as the dueling whips found their target
over and over
again.  Frantically Pooch groped for the catheter trying with both
hands to find a grip. 
The pain from her urinary tract suddenly didn't matter in comparison
to her blazing back. The water flowing across the playroom floor to
the center drain
was streaked red by the blood dripping from Pooch's back. Though the
tails were
wider than most and designed to abrade the skin and not cut it, at the
points were
the two whips crossed the skin usually failed and droplets of blood
oozed out. 
Pooch had to get that catheter out fast. She managed to get the
balloon all
the way into her urethra before being overcome by the pain of the
acidic urine 
that forced its way into the scraped and torn flesh, soaking newly
exposed nerve 
endings. Pooch knew how desperately she had
to get the tubing out but she just couldn't try again until the pain
died down just a
bit. The heavy whips continuously slamming into her back didn't hurt
that much any
more. Though she felt the pain it didn't have the sharpness that it
had before.. 
Suddenly  she realized that yes she was a slave, and that was the role
she
wanted to play of her own free will.  It was only right that she be
owned by
somebody she disliked. It would raise the intensity of the experience 
making the gulf between slave and master so much wider. Pooch arched
her
back symbolically presenting it to the whips. It was her own failure
as a slave that
had gotten her into this dilemma, she had stupidly broken the rules,
that had been
engraved so deeply into her mind while in the infirmary, and now she
was paying for
it.  Marla had basically said that she would be driven to her limits
but would be
able to bear the stress. What more could a real slave ask for?
Determined to obey
her mistress Pooch gave the Kevlar tube a strong, two handed, yank
freeing the
balloon and gushing out a stream of blood and urine. Once again she
grunted like a
wounded animal. She had lost all bladder control. The warm pee burned
the torn and
scraped walls of her piss tube and despite all her efforts to stop it
the pee just kept
running out. Pooch remembered clearly what she had been told about
pissing in the 
shower and braced herself for the worst, but instead the whips fell
silent. 
"You're running out of time," Marla intoned as if nothing of
importance had
taken place. "You'd  better hurry up and shave. A lot of time has been
lost"
Pooch picked up the razor of the floor but with what she had just gone
through her hands were shaking so badly she had to grasp it with both
hands to help
steady it. Though still sharp enough to shave with the razor had to be
passed over
the same area several times to remove the stubble.  Sitting on the
floor, legs spread
for the camera, Pooch worked at frenzied pace to try and denude
herself of
forbidden body hair. She was cold and there were goose bumps all over
her arms
and legs. The passage of the razor blade repeatedly over her skin was
very irritating.
Soon the pale white skin appeared to be covered in a rash.  Pooch
wondered how
her legs would look after a week of this treatment. The razor must
eventually get
very dull. She refused to think about what that implied. It was better
to just think
about what you are doing and not make things even worse for herself by
screwing
up. What will happen in the future will happen no matter how hard she
tried to change  it.
Luckily for  Pooch by  the time she reached  for her pussy, with the
razor, her
shaking had settled down to where she could stretch the folds with one
hand while
shaving them with the other. Pooch's improved ability to concentrate
on her task
helped steady her hands. 
Soon this  ability to focus would block out everything but the ordeal
at
hand. Pooch would loose not only her past but also her present. Her
life would
become nothing more than the task at hand. Thought about anything 
else would cause some degradation in the way she did her work and this
led
to punishment. In a way, everything that was taken away from her
hadn't really
been taken away but rather put away and never looked at again.
Sometimes these
experiences that Pooch was loosing would surface in her dreams. Pooch
would later 
know these dreams as healing dreams and wish for them to visit her
every
time she was locked into bed.   Marla knew that because of what Pooch
had been
through combined with not having shaved for five days, there was no
way Pooch
could get herself together in time and Marla didn't intend to penalize
her slave for
not doing what she could absolutely not do. There was no reason to
tell Pooch
that. Marla was much more interested in seeing how Pooch would try to
please her.
Watching Pooch pull out the balloon by almost ripping out her own
urethra, had left
an extremely strong image in Marla's mind. She wasn't sure if it
horrified 
or mesmerized her. What the lawyer-mistress was sure of, was that the
image
just wouldn't go away.   Marla reminded her slave not to forget to
shave her arm
pits. "Although you have shown me that your ability to learn from
anything but
pain is severely limited, I will try to enlighten you through mere
words one more
time.......... You will be subject to inspection for shaving stubble
at any time. A
piece of cotton dyed to fluoresce under black light will be brushed
all over you legs,
crotch and pits, then under a black light any spots were some of the
fibers came off
would be circled, in pen, for punishment. These spots might be whipped
or burned
or injected, it could be anything, but I will make sure that you will
remember each
spot that failed the test."
When Pooch heard Marla speak the tremor returned to her hands causing
a nick
to her mons. She had to grab the razor with both hands again. She
didn't have any
chance of finishing on time. Pooch was certain it would mean more
painful
punishment. The thought that she would fail again did nothing to
steady her hands.
Unable to tighten the skin in front of the razor blade she didn't get
a close shave
and there was a chance that a loose flap of skin could be caught by
the razor and
sliced off. There was no way that she could get a good enough shave to
pass the
cotton test. Pooch began to wonder if she would ever please her
mistress. 
"You won't be checked for stubble today, maybe tomorrow. Wash your
hair, dry
your head, udders  and cunt,  and get the makeup on." 
Pooch was now sure that she'd failed again. On the verge of tears she
wondered what awful price she would  pay.  In an icy voice Marla
instructed her
charge, "do the cunt and bags first, and face the camera when you do.
Just 
like when you were soaping up you lift your udders only by the nipple.
"
The camera looked down on a cringing form that looked somewhat human.
The
extra lights that had been  installed weren't there for the slaves
benefit. They were
there mainly for the benefit of the camera. Pooch was lit up
beautifully so she could
be watched by thousands of people during her most intimate moments.
The 
heinousness of this thought sunk into her consciousness. She would be
watched all the time, day and night  never to have a private moment.
Her slight, pale
form would be surveyed by many eyes all the time.  Massive bruises
covered most
of her body, her back crisscrossed with welts and narrow trails of
blood. Her 
thighs were mostly black and blue, from stooped shoulders hung the
massive
red udders, more eye catching than her bright red, rhinestone
encrusted collar. If
Pooch were ten feet tall they might have been proportional to her
body. They
presented far more area for the whip than any other part of her bony
form.
Pooch picked up the jar of concealing makeup and began to wipe it over
her naked crotch. Just as Marla had said any marks were quickly
concealed by the
cream, leaving what appeared to be clean, clear skin. 
The udders were next to be masked by  the concealing cream. To do the
undersides  Pooch had to grab the nipples by pinching them and then
lifting the
heavy glands while the other hand applied the makeup. The job was
finished by
applying blush to both nipples and her inner pussy lips.  When she was
finished the
only signs of trauma that remained on these sensitive parts was some
small pits on
the skin where scabs had been scrubbed off and a few small welts still
left over
from Marla's little metal tipped whip.
"Hurry up now and do your face," Marla urged on. "you can face the
mirror
for this. The camera will just film your reflection."
Pooch turned her back to the camera and looked at the ravaged face
that
stared back at her in the mirror. The camera now saw both her back and
her face, 
reflecting back from the mirror.  What Pooch saw was her mistress
taking a step
away and readying  the bull whip, firmly clenched in her fist. 
Pooch knew it was coming. She started applying the same skin cover
over her
clean, but scrubbed red, face. She watched in the mirror as Marla
brought the whip
around and sent it crashing across the middle of her back with the tip
striking the
side of her left udder. The sudden searing pain paralyzed her for a
few seconds as
her brain registered the full effects of the whip.  "Raise your
elbows," Marla ordered.

As Pooch was raising her elbows to expose her sensitive flanks Marla
swung
the whip again. It made contact just below her arm pit. She couldn't
help it, Pooch's
arms jerked back to her sides. She couldn't believe how it hurt. She
didn't think
about screaming she just did. The scream wasn't very loud, her throat
being as it
was, but it was a pathetic howl, as sad as she could make
it...........Pooch realized
what she had just done.  She had failed again and there would be a
payment
exacted. Pooch was sure of it. She hated herself.  Marla didn't strike
her a third
time, instead she talked.
"I hope I have your attention. You know your time for getting yourself
together ran
out a long time ago and you still look like shit. I don't care about
that today. Today I
want everything done right. Today we are setting the
standard.............I want to see
you FUCKING SMILE!!!!"  
"I WANT TO SEE YOU SMILING." 
Marla was never shy about hollering.
"How many times am I going to have to explain to you that you had
better
show a good attitude. I want everyone that sees you to know that you
are enjoying
every second. You love pain............. You're nothing but a pain
slut. The more there
is the better you like it.  The next time you see me ready my whip,
you raise your 
arms without being asked. Pooch reached up with her arms. She saw that
Marla was
rearing back, about to let the whip fly. Her face scrunched up in
anticipation of the
blow, waiting for another line of fire to seer across her back. Pooch
heard  
the whistle and then she felt the fire.  This time she didn't try to
protect herself.
Pooch accepted the anguish though real tears rolled down her cheeks
then dripped
onto her breasts.  She couldn't help it.  Still she forced a toothy
smile through the
tears.  "That's better. Now don't keep me waiting. Hurry up and paint
that ugly puss
of yours. Use the towel to dry off the tears. There's still an awful
lot to do today."
Pooch wished that she could work faster but her body was giving her a
very
hard time. So much of her hurt in so many places that Pooch couldn't
stand the idea
of her own existence. Her nerves were so on edge waiting for the next
blow that
she just couldn't keep from trembling. Most of the makeup tools had to
be handled
by two hands. to keep them steady. A smile now was always on her face,
almost
as if it was painted on. The skin was pale, almost white, the eyes
dark blue, her 
lips bright red with black liner, and her cheeks rosy pink. The shades
Marla 
had selected did indeed make her look whorish. 
Bloody piss continued to leak out of the damaged bladder. Pooch was
now
incontinent. If her bladder didn't heal properly she would drip piss
from her pussy the
rest of her life. Marla had figured that this problem could arise. She
handed Pooch a
Q Tip with an elastic band wrapped tightly around the cotton making it
much
thicker and water proof. 
"Shove this up your urethra you filthy
shit..............................All the way in so that
you need tweezers  to get in and pull it out....Show the camera!"
Pooch turned around to face the camera, remembering to keep a smile on
her
face. Sitting back on her heels she spread her knees wide.  Pooch hurt
so much down
there, she could imagine how much more it would hurt just to touch her
slit gently. 
She thought that Marla just couldn't keep doing this to her all the
time. She wouldn't 
live more than a few days treated like this.   She just had to blank
her mind  to 
everything except the act of shoving in the rubber tipped stick.
Pooch
desperately tried to show no hesitation in executing the order. She
wasn't told to apply
any lubrication to the head of the Q Tip which was now much wider then
her piss
canal used to be, because of the elastic band.  She clenched her
teeth and stiffened  every muscle as the plug touched the entrance of
the urethra.
Thinking that she could never stand the pain if she did it slowly,
Pooch carefully
aligned the little stick and pushed hard knowing that it would hurt
like hell 
but it was her only chance. It was a stupid mistake.  Friction between
the rubber
head and walls of her piss channel was so great that the Q Tip moved
inside very 
little. What it did was stretch the skin and increase the damage. The
camera's audio
picked up a most haunting scream. Pooch new that she couldn't let off
the pressure
because she could never force herself to do this again if she eased up
on the
pressure. Pooch kept pushing. The pressure forced some moisture out of
the tissue 
providing a little lubrication. Slowly, at a horrific price, the
little stick pushed it's way
inside. It took six minutes of superhuman effort to shove the plug all
the way inside.
Once  again Marla had solved a physical defect in a most painful way.
Pooch figured
taking it out would be worse than putting it in and she would find out
soon enough,
as soon as her mistress decided that she wanted her to pee.  
The waterproof makeup was little effected by Pooch's tears. "Get to
the center of
the floor. It's time to begin your training," barked Mistress Marla.
The slave remembered to crawl to the new location and assume the
worship
position at Marla's feet.
"Kneel."
In her hands Marla held  a white two and a half inch thick dildo with
a saddle eight
inches up from the tip. At the very base of the instrument was steel
screw eye. The
size of the dildo was not particularly intimidating to Pooch. It would
take a little
effort but she knew that she could accommodate the size. The concern
was the 
dildo's surface. It was covered in what looked like course sand.
Though she
was almost certain where the plug would be going  Pooch wished that it
wouldn't be
her shit hole. Shandra locked the chain between her ankles to a ring
in the floor.
Both ladies had their bull whips in their hands.
"Shandra has noticed that your anal sphincter doesn't provide much
grip. I
don't want to disappoint anybody that will be using that hole, and it
will be many,
we are going to get it into better shape. If you perform like a good
slave and don't
break any of the commandments the training sessions may not be that
unpleasant. If
you are a bad slave then it's a different story. I will make sure you
suffer a
lot. This is what will happen. When I tell you to begin you will take
this dildo from
my hand and hook that weight you see on the floor to the eye 
bolt in the base. You will then squat and shove the dildo up your shit
hole
until your shitter lips are gripping the saddle. I will give you two
minutes to do this
before Shandra and I begin to use our whips on you. When you have the
rod
properly inserted  you will stand up, fingers interlaced behind your
neck, legs spread
as far as the chain allows and toes pointed in toward each other. This
will make sure
that you are holding the rod with your shit hole muscles and not your
ass cheeks.
You will hold onto the dildo for half an hour. If the weight pulls it
out and it drops to
the floor Shandra and I will lay into you with our whips until you
have it reinstalled 
and are standing up again. Today the weight is five pounds. We will
continue
with this training until you can hold twice that without dropping it.
This should give
you a clear goal to strive for. Begin, and remember your attitude."
Pooch truly wondered if she would ever get a break from this
continuing
horror. The grit covering the hard, heavy phallus felt sharp in her
hand. She knew the
effect it would have as it was pushed through her tightly drawn ass
hole. She also
knew that it would have to be carefully maneuvered past the curve of
her colon and 
into the large intestine or she could be seriously damaged inside.
Pooch
wanted so much to please her mistress. For once things just had to go
right.
She snapped the short length of chain connected to the weight onto the
base
of the dildo. Squatting  on the floor her hand brought the head of the
artificial cock 
up and into contact with her dry hole. Relaxing the muscle, as best
she could, Pooch
shoved it in about an inch. This wasn't hard because all that had
happened 
was that the grit on the dildo just dug into the skin and pulled it
tight as
the tip began to enter her rectum. The gritty coating had not yet had
to slide over
the skin. Now it could progress no further unless it did. Trying to
relax her anal ring
as much as she could the short distance that the cock was able to
penetrate caught 
Pooch by surprise. The distance she normally got a cock of that size
to go
in without much  difficulty was four or five inches. Ed had liked to
punish Pooch by
fucking her ass with a large dildo. This was a bad surprise. 
Pooch had to start pushing hard to make any progress at all. The rough
surface began to remove the upper layers of skin. Spread by the full
width of the
cock, the anal skin was near drum tight. Underneath the top layer of
skin the
abrasive surface found the living layer. The surface here was moister,
providing just
a bit of lubrication. For just a little while Pooch found progress
easier, but though it
required less pressure to advance, the sandpaper pole began to find
nerve endings
and blood vesicles. The droplets of blood added more lubrication. This
was
insignificant compared to what the naked nerves began to do.  They
started to do a
little dance in her ass. Stabbing shards of pain shot up her spine
with any movement
of the dick and even when there was no movement at all the coarse
surface hurt her
spasming hole.  Reflexively her hole wanted to close, wrapping itself
tighter and
increasing  the damage done. 
"You keep amazing me at how stupid you are", taunted Marla. "I should
just
let you go ahead and let you finish annihilating your shit hole but
that would lower
your value. Stick some fingers in between the rod and your shitter and
then sit on
the stick to shove it inside, you ignorant cunt. Anyway, your two
minutes are up."
Once again both bull whips whistled through the air. Marla's caught
Pooch on
the right arm half way between her shoulder and elbow  Pooch
remembered that
when she was being whipped she had to raise her arms over her head.
Even though
her mistress had just instructed her how to insert the sandpaper dildo
up her ass
Pooch thought that she had better raise her arms to better expose her
sides and
udders to the lash.
"That's right Pooch," Marla said. "You'll know for next time. Now
you're going to
shove that thing in the rest of the way with your arms over your head.
"
Shandra's whip caught her in the rib cage after wrapping around her
back. Pooch
again shut her mind to pain and squatted  lower bringing the base of
the dildo into
contact with the floor.  Marla snapped her whip right between the
slaves shoulder
blades, then Shandra's hit the same spot from the other side. Marla
again struck the
same area. The pain between her shoulder blades eclipsed everything
else.
Pooch didn't even notice what was happening to her once soft,
delicate, shit
hole, but she clearly noticed when the tattered lips of her shit hole
sunk into the
saddle. Pooch tightened her sphincter muscles, now well seated in the
saddle. 
Shandra's whip slammed across her kidneys.  Pooch started to
straighten her legs
and stand up until she felt the weight pull against the chain. She
didn't know if she
could lift it with her ass hole. Pooch tightened her ring as much as
she could and
started to lift.  Marla wrapped her whip around  Pooch's right hip,
the tip ripping her
lower belly, right over her bladder.  The pain in her shit hole still
paled compared to
the pain from the whips.  Pooch straightened her legs and interlaced
her fingers
behind her head.  Although it felt horrible at the time, the pain 
from the whipping didn't feel nearly as bad as it had before.  The
whips had
stopped. Pooch stood there, her legs spread, toes turned in toward
each other,
hands behind her neck, back straight face forward with eyes cast down.

Through everything Pooch kept a stiff smile on her face. Her bloody
anus griped the
little pole up her ass as hard as it could. The pain from the
weighted, coarse surface 
didn't matter compared to the importance of keeping it from falling
out.  Pooch
couldn't go through that again.   Her back radiated in pain from the
bull whips.
Pooch was determined to perform for her mistress.  
After ten minutes her sphincter muscle was becoming exhausted. It
began to slip
toward the back of the saddle.  Where as on insertion the skin on the
outside of her
anus was abraded off, on its way out, the rough surface would take the
skin of the
inside off her anus. Pooch's weakening anal ring together with a
growing need to
expel the rod  caused her great concern. Droplets of blood rolled down
from
between her shoulders, others rolled down the shaft between her legs. 
Shandra appreciated how this training would stand her in good steed
when she
was put to hard use in the future. She would survive being used by the
men only if
she were well prepared. Though she knew Marla was only a novice at
training,
Shandra was becoming favorably impressed with the thoroughness of her
work.
Pooch didn't have the same appreciation as her mistress's guest. All
she new
was that it was getting harder by the second to hold on to the shaft.
She watched in
fear as the two dominatrix's fidgeted with their respective whips,
imagining that
they were looking for any excuse to put them to use.  She looked so
frightened and 
awkward trying to stand there naked with her legs spread and toes
pointing in,
trembling from the strain of holding  the large shaft up her ass hole.
Her pendulous
milk sacs swayed from side to side keeping time to her discomfort. She
had to hang
on. The weight dangling from the short chain also swayed, the motion
adding 
to the strain on her hole.  Of course Pooch had no idea of how much
longer
she had to hold the weight. Marla  didn't provide a time check. 
The terror in her eyes betrayed the stupid looking smile on Pooch's
face.
She new that the her ass lips would loose their grip on the saddle
soon. After that
she had no idea what would happen. Would she be able to hold the stick
without the
extra leverage provided by the groove that circled the rod? By the way
Pooch was 
beginning to cramp she was sure that she wouldn't be able to hold it.
Maybe
she could slow it down enough so that the thirty minutes might be
reached before
the rod fell to the ground? Maybe the extra stretching would increase
the strength of
her grip on the rod? Pooch also figured that the harder her ass hole
held on to 
the rod the deeper it would scrape her anal membrane. She knew that
for the
least damage she would have to relax her grip as much as possible. The
best that
she could hope for was that the rod would be slowed and the 30 minutes
be called
quickly.  The worst was that she would squeeze as hard as possible and
hardly slow
the rod down. 
"If the rod falls out the time it spends outside of your ass won't be
counted towards the 30 minutes until you have the thing all the way
back in again.
That way even if it falls out at 29 minutes and 59 seconds you will be

experiencing another full, round trip, in and out." Marla knew how to
poison
a persons confidence.  It became very critical not to drop the heavy
dildo. She didn't
like the minimum punishment. Every fiber of her will went into
clenching her shit
hole.  Very gradually the rod began to slide down. Fresh flesh was
carried  
away on the sandpaper surface. Pooch still had hope she could slow the
stick
down, now if only she could slow it down enough.  Marla had already
decided that
she would tell Pooch time was up just before it slipped out of her ass
hole.  
She  really didn't want to risk another round trip until she had seen
the
damage from the first pass through.  Besides she couldn't wait to see
the slaves
reaction to having the burning liniment rubbed into her raw flesh.
She would tell
Pooch to perform some delicate task while she rubbed it in.  The rod
kept slipping
further and further out of her shitter. The only thing really slowing
it down was the 
friction between her tightly stretched ass hole and the abrasive
surface of
the rod. Her ass muscles were so tired that they weren't able to
contract much. Still
Pooch struggled to slow the stick. She could feel the descent of the
rod speed up as
less and less of it remained in her gut. Around the central part of
her anal ring, 
where the abrasive dick had cut both on the way in and on the way out
it was
now scrapping away the muscle itself. Marla had even taken away the
small
pleasure of having a shit from her slave. The next time she took a
dump it would
hurt her terribly, and the next time that she was fucked up the ass
she would wish
she were dead. Marla had this scheduled as the next activity. Marla
wanted Pooch
to experience various degrees of pain . What she felt now was the
first degree.
When she shoves a rag covered in tea tree oil up Pooch's ass she would
experience,enhanced  second degree pain.  When she is then viciously
fucked up her
ass, using a strap on dildo that would be third degree pain. Marla was
curious, when
would Pooch drop the humiliating smile?  


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