{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"fb0ff0c3-2e49-42f8-b80b-8bf1c6fdd775","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-05-11T13:44:17.224Z","title":"A Sex Slave Forever","slug":"a-sex-slave-forever","shortId":"0MG1OoKB","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A day in the life of a lesbian sex slave. Influenced by the wonderful art of sleepygimp.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"7cff7990-08ca-4ccc-b799-b89fbd1b8480","title":null,"summary":"\nA Sex Slave Forever\n\nThis\nstory has been heavily influenced by the sexy art of sleepygimp\n(and slig","wordCount":3931,"readTime":20,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nA Sex Slave Forever

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This\nstory has been heavily influenced by the sexy art of sleepygimp\n(and slightly\ninfluenced by a certain Insex video).

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A\nSex Slave Forever

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\nAnna was in darkness. She\nalways woke up into darkness. It was the result of the black rubber\nhood which she wore over her head. Apart from having it briefly\nremoved, each day, so that her face could be washed, she had worn it\never since she had been captured… was it weeks ago? Anna was\nbeginning to lose track of time. It was hard to keep track of time\nwhen you were in darkness nearly all the time.

\n\tIt was hard to keep track of\ntime now she had been thoroughly broken. Her former life now seemed\nlike some dream, some ephemeral wisp which was becoming less real\nwith each passing period of darkness. She recalled her dream life.\nShe had been a model, eighteen years old, and everybody had told her\nthat she had been destined for greatness. She had imagined that, one\nday, she might even grace the cover of Vogue.\n\n

\n\tThen there had been a night\nout at a fancy bar. Everything had gone fine until her head had begun\nto spin. Anna did not realise until too late that she had been\nroofied. \n

\n\tWell, if Anna was really her\nname. She was beginning to have her doubts. Was it Anna, or was it\nSlut? She had recovered consciousness into a world of darkness, one\nwhich smelled of latex and leather, and of her Mistress’s pussy and\nfeet. She had been injected many times with unknown drugs, affecting\nher mind and memory. She had been subjected to electrical torture and\nmental reprogramming, by having buds put in her ears with a message\nrepeated over and over: \n

\n\t“Welcome\nto the remainder of your short and worthless life. Your name is Slut.\nYou are Mistress’s property. You are a sex slave. You have no\nrights. You are no longer a human being. You only survive for the\nwhims of Mistress. You will receive pain and torture until you are\ncompletely broken. You exist only to satisfy your Mistress. You will\nbecome your Mistress’s toilet. You will be inconstant bondage.\nBring pleasure to mistress and you will be allowed to survive.\nDisobey Mistress and your body will be mutilated bit by bit. First\nyour teeth will be removed. Then your nipples will be removed. Your\narms and legs will be removed. Finally your clit will be removed. All\nthis will come to pass, if you do not pleasure your Mistress.”

\n\tOver\nand over the recording had been played, on a continual loop, in the\ndays following Slut’s capture. It had been combined with random\nshocks to the sensitive areas of Slut’s body. With the drugs, as\nwell, it had broken Slut. Now she would not even consider disobeying\nMistress. \n

\n\tSlut had only seen Mistress\nbriefly, when her face was washed, and the hood removed. Mistress was\na very beautiful woman in her twenties, with broad hips and large,\nnatural breasts, and coffee-coloured skin. Mistress’s pussy was\nshaven. Mistress had metal bars through her big nipples and her\nclitoral hood. Anna had not had any piercings, or had her pubic hair\nshaven, although she had kept it trimmed. But Slut did. Lasers had\nensured that Slut’s pubic hair never grew again. And she had had\nrings through the base of her nipples, and through the base of her\nclitoral hood. \n

\n\tSlut was in the drawer under\na couch. That was where Slut was put whenever she was not in use by\nMistress. Slut almost longed for the tortures so that she could\nescape the confines of this coffin. Mistress had told Slut all about\nit, knowing that Slut had mild claustrophobia. The drawer slid out\ninto Mistress’s playroom. Mistress had described all of the\ninstruments of torture. Slut had already felt the riding crop and the\nelectrical shock machine. But she had been informed of the long\nneedles and the blowtorch, the bullwhip and the pliers, the metal\nurethral sounds and the sandpaper. Slut had no desire to feel the\ntouch of the other items.

\n\tSlut could hardly move in her\ndrawer. There were metal bands around her wrists and ankles, which\ncould only be removed by Mistress. But there was more. There was a\nplastic gag in Slut’s mouth, muffling any sounds, and making speech\nutterly impossible. Not that she wanted to make any sounds, or move\nat all. There were motion sensors in her coffin, and sound sensors,\nas well. If there was sound or movement then electrical shocks would\nbe sent to the metal dildoes stuffed up her arsehole and cunt. Once\nthe shocks started they would continue, every minute or two, until\nMistress turned them off. There had already been times when Slut had\nbeen shocked all through the night.

\n\tThere was the feeling of\nmovement, as Mistress slid out the drawer under the couch. Slut\nrelaxed, as that meant that the sensors had been turned off. \n

\n\t“Good morning, Slut.”\nMistress said, in her West Coast American accent. “It is time for\nyour morning ablutions.”

\n\tSlut loved having the mask\noff so that she could be washed. All of the latex covering her body\nwould come off briefly, as Mistress cleaned her in the shower. The\nwater was always too hot. But Slut hated what came before the shower.\nInvariably, each morning, Mistress went to the toilet. Slut had to\nwatch as her Mistress crapped in the loo. And when Mistress needed to\npiss Slut had to drink it all, and be happy about it. It had been\nintimated, in the past, that Slut would not be limited to only\ndrinking her Mistress’s waste.

\n\tMistress pressed a button\nunseen by Slut. The metal rings around her wrists and ankles\nwithdrew, freeing the sex slave. Mistress helped slut out of the\ndrawer. Slut’s limbs were not at their best after a whole evening\nwithout getting to use them. Slut dropped to the floor, to kneel\nthere. She had been ordered not to stand in her Mistress’s\npresence.

\n\tSlut heard the drawer slide\nback into the couch. A leash was attached to the collar around Slut’s\nneck. The hood was not the only fetish item which she wore: she had\non shiny latex boots, with heels almost too high to stand in; a very\ntight leather corset, and long black latex gloves, as well as the\nblack leather collar around her neck. But Slut’s tits and shave\npussy were always on display. Nothing ever covered them up.

\n\tMistress removed the shock\ndildoes from inside Slut. That was to be but a temporary relief, Slut\nknew. She would soon be plugged again. It had become a fact of life –\nor of what her existence had become.

\n\tMistress led Slut towards the\nbathroom. Slut was still in her hood, and could not see anything. But\nher other senses had improved a little. She could smell sweet scents\nin the air. She could feel plush carpet beneath her knees and hands\nas she crawled across the floor. There was the sound of a door\nopening, and the feel of a carpet with not quite such a plush pile.\nSlut knew that she was now in a passage. She knew the rout to the\nbathroom well.

\n\tThere was the sound of\nanother door opening, and Slut had its tiled floor beneath her hands\nand knees as she entered the bathroom. Slut waited. \n

\n\tMistress hummed as she\ndivested Slut of the fetish clothing which she wore. Slut did not\nrecognise the tune. The last thing to be removed was the hood. The\nhood always came off last, and a new, clean hood, was always the\nfirst thing to go on.

\n\tSlut blinked in the light,\neven though it was not too bright in the bathroom. The bathroom was\nthe only thing which Slut ever saw. She saw the bath of pink marble,\nsunk into the floor. She saw the toilet, with a section which could\nbe removed, so that a person’s head might be put into the bowl\nbefore being locked into place. She saw the washbasin. She saw the\nbathroom cabinet above it, where Mistress stored the drugs which\nensured that Slut’s mind was always fuzzy, and the slave was\nmalleable to her Mistress’s desires. And then there was the shower…

\n\t“You may go, slave.”\nMistress said. And Slut needed to go, after having been locked away\nfor the entire night. She squatted over the drain in the centre of\nthe shower. She strained, feeling totally humiliated by this daily\nprocess. She hated her Mistress watching her. And she hated the fact\nthat she had to go in the shower, when there was a perfectly\nserviceable toilet only a few feet away. She had to squat like some\nanimal.

\n\tA turd fell out of Slut’s\narsehole. Then another, smaller one. Finally Slut pissed. But Slut\nremained where she was. She knew what came next – the dreaded\nenema. As Mistress had explained in the past, she had to be washed\ninside and out.

\n\tThe enema tube was inserted\ninto the anus of Slut. The tube connected to the large enema bag,\nfull of tepid water which flowed into Slut. She whimpered with the\ndiscomfort. But she had learned the hard way not to complain. She had\nto endure. \n

\n\tEventually Mistress allowed\nSlut to expel the water out of her anus. It flowed down into the\ndrain. Slut was clean on the inside. But she still needed to be\ncleaned on the outside. \n

\n\tMistress, now stripped of her\nclothing, took great pleasure in joining Slut in the shower, and\nsoaping down her slave. The shower spray was almost painfully hot, at\nthe limits of what Slut could bear. Mistress, though, did not seem to\nbe bothered by the steaming spray.

\n\tThe worst bit was when\nMistress cleansed Slut of the soap on her skin. A shower attachment\nwas used, and held only a couple of inches from Slut’s skin. The\nburning water played on Slut’s body, but especially on her breasts\nand the outside of Slut’s denuded cunt. To Slut it felt like little\ndrips of fire hitting her, as the water was concentrated on her soft\nfeatures. But then Mistress swapped the shower attachment for one\nshaped like a dildo. It was time for Slut’s douche. The temperature\nof the water was not reduced and, to Slut, it felt almost like molten\niron, as the hot water filled her cunt. Slut bit her lower lip so\nthat she would not scream. She had learned not to complain. The one\ntime that she had Mistress had turned the temperature down to\nfreezing, and kept the dildo attachment inside Slut’s cunt for a\ngood ten minutes. \n

\n\tNot before time the cleaning\nof Slut was over. She was towelled dry by Mistress, with a big fluffy\npink towel. Then came Slut’s morning injection: a blue fluid into a\nvein in her neck. Whatever the fluid was, it took away Slut’s\nability to resist, keeping her a compliant plaything for the whims of\nher Mistress. She hated the fluid, because it took away her ability\nto rebel. For the rest of the day she would gladly do everything that\nMistress asked. \n

\n \tSlut was then dressed in\nfresh latex and leather clothing for the day. Knee-high boots, with\nheels too vertiginous for walking, were pulled onto Slut’s legs.\nThey ensured that she would have to crawl everywhere, on all fours,\nlike some animal. Black latex gloves were worked onto Slut’s arms.\nA leather corset went around Slut’s waist. It was pulled painfully\ntight, restricting Slut’s breathing. Then came a hated leather or\nlatex hood, one which covered all of Slut’s head, apart from her\nmouth. It had holes for her nostrils, but none for her eyes. Slut was\nput in darkness again, a darkness which would remain until her\nablutions the following day. Finally a leather collar, with a ring at\nthe front, was put in place, completing Slut’s outfit. \n

\n\tJust once had Slut tried to\nremove the hood, thinking that Mistress was not around. But she had\nbeen watching. She had kicked Slut full force between her legs, and\ntold Slut that, to be a sex slave, she didn’t need fingers. Slut\nwas warned that if she ever tried to remove the hood again that her\nthumbs and fingers would be cut off. Slut believed her. \n

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\nIt was time for breakfast. A\nleash was attached to Slut’s collar. Slut was led into the kitchen.\nSlut had to kneel on the cold tiled floor while her Mistress had\nbreakfast. Slut was tormented by the smells of fresh black coffee and\nbacon frying. But Slut never had any coffee or bacon. There was water\nin a bowl on the floor, and dry breakfast cereal in another. Slut was\nnot allowed to pick up the bowls, but had to eat like an animal. The\none time that Slut had complained about the cereal being dry Mistress\nhad pissed in the bowl, and then forced Slut to eat every bit, before\nlicking the bowl clean.

\n\tIf Mistress was in a good\nmood, and Slut begged like a pet dog, she might be given a slice of\nfresh fruit, something like persimmon or peach or dragon fruit.

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\nAfter breakfast Mistress took\nSlut into her living room for entertainment. Mistress was in more\noften than not and, while Slut did not like the entertainment, at\nleast to begin with, if Mistress had to go out then Slut was locked\naway in the drawer in the couch, and Slut liked that even less. \n

\n\tEntertainment involved\nMistress lying on a couch, with her legs spread, and Slut kneeling\nbetween Mistress’s open legs. All that Slut was required to do was\nto bring Mistress to orgasm after orgasm, for hour after hour.\nSometimes Mistress would be on her phone while Slut gave tribute to\nMistress’s luscious cunt. Sometimes Mistress would watch lesbian\npornography on her high definition, wall-mounted 72 inch flat screen\ntelevision. Slut could hear the moans coming from the television, and\nthose sounds of pleasure turned Slut on. But Slut was not allowed to\ntouch her own cunt, however aroused she became. Slut’s cunt, it had\nbeen explained, was now the property of Mistress, and Mistress would\nbe responsible for granting Slut’s orgasms. And if Slut didn’t\nlike it then she could have her clit cut off, and never have an\norgasm again.

\n\tSlut did not know that some\nof those films playing out on the flat screen television were videos\nof her and Mistress. Slut did not know that Mistress had been filming\nher, on her smartphone and on motion activated cameras scattered\nthrough the place. Mistress liked to watch herself having fun. She\nliked to see videos of Slut with her tongue buried up her hot cunt,\nwhile Slut was doing exactly that. Mistress, of course, had sent\nloads of these films to her friends, so that they could watch and\nenjoy Slut’s sexual slavery, as well.

\n\tOccasionally Slut would here\ncries of female pain coming from the television, and the impact of\nleather whips on soft and vulnerable female flesh. Those sounds were\nalways a worry for Slut, for they indicated that Mistress was in a\nmean mood. Sometimes she was not content to watch women being\npunished, and had to do the punishing herself. Then she would take\nSlut to the playroom to give her a portion of pain. The last time\nthat Slut had been in there Mistress had chained Slut to a wooden\ntable of some sort. Slut had been chained out spread-eagled. A loose\nplastic bag had been out over Slut’s head, restricting her\nbreathing. Then Mistress had taken a nasty little riding crop and\nused it to redden Slut’s breasts, only stopping when there had not\nbeen any paleness to see. But Mistress had not been finished. She had\nunchained Slut’s ankles, only to bend Slut at the waist, the legs\nbrought back, still spread, to chain them, doubled up, near to Slut’s\nwrists. \n

\n\tThe position opened up Slut’s\ncunt, causing Slut’s labia to spread like the petals of a flower,\nrevealing the pinkness within. It had been a target which Mistress\nhad not been able to resist. She whipped Slut’s cunt until her arm\ngot tired, first striking the outer lips, then the inner lips, and\nfinally delivering the plaited leather end of the riding crop to go\nsplat on Slut’s erect clit and the wetness of her vulva. Slut had\nscreamed to high heaven. But Mistress had had no mercy. Slut did not\nwant a repetition of that. She would much rather suck on Mistress’s\ncunt for the whole day.

\n\tMistress’s sexual\nactivities were not limited to Slut giving her extended cunnilingus.\nOccasionally Mistress liked to get more active, and to effectively\nrape Slut’s holes. Mistress would attach a large strap-on around\nher waist. They were all large, bigger than an average-sized penis.\nThe smallest was seven inches long, and the longest a full twelve\ninches. Mistress had informed Slut that she had ordered a strap-on\nmodelled on the cock of John Holmes, a full fourteen inches of long,\nhard plastic.

\n\tThe dildoes were in different\ncolours and materials, not that Slut ever got to see them. But\nMistress liked looking at them. She had ones which were rubber, ones\nwhich were plastic, one covered with black leather, one shaped like\nthe cock of a dog, and ones with either plastic or shiny metal studs.\nShe also had one covered with sandpaper, which she had yet to\nsurprise Slut with.

\n\tMistress liked to stand in\nfront of Slut, dominating her slave, while Slut gave oral tribute to\nthe strap-on, and wetted it with her saliva. Then Mistress would\neither fuck Slut’s arse or cunt. It was while Mistress was doing\nthis that Slut was allowed to have her orgasms, and she had had many,\nsince becoming a prisoner. \n

\n\tMistress liked to have Slut\ncompletely filled, with one dildo up her arsehole, while Mistress\nfucked her cunt (or vice versa). Mistress was extremely fit, and\nthese sessions could go on for hours, leaving Slut feeling raw. \n

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\nIn the afternoon there would\nbe more games, as there would be in the evening. Mistress was\nindependently wealthy, and had little to occupy her time, apart from\ndrinking with her friends, going shopping, and tormenting Slut. Out\nof those three, it was the final one which the drug-addled Slut now\npreferred, as the other two would mean that she would be locked away\nin her bondage coffin. Slut had come to worship Mistress. She wanted\nto worship this goddess, every day, using only her tongue. \n

\n\tOf course cunnilingus was not\nthe only activity which Slut had to perform. Occasionally Mistress\nwould put a nipple to Slut’s mouth, to be sucked. And Mistress\nliked to be rimmed for hours on end, Slut’s tongue exploring every\ncrease of her anus, the tongue forced as deeply as possible into the\narsehole’s musty depths. \n

\n\tSometimes Mistress would\ninvite a friend over to play with the sex slave. They would double\nteam with strap-on dildoes, spit-roasting Slut, one dildo in her\nmouth, the other expanding her arsehole. Sometimes a dildo would be\naffixed to Slut’s face, and one of the dominants would ride the\nslave to orgasm. And that was Slut’s new life.

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\nToday, though, ablutions\ncomplete, was going to be a bit different.

\n\t“We are going to a party.”\nMistress said. “It is a friend’s birthday, and you are to be the\nentertainment. Come with me.”

\n\tSlut was led along the\npassage of the apartment, further than she had been since she had\nbeen captured. Slut heard the sound of a lift door opening, and she\nrealised that she was going to leave the apartment, for the first\ntime since she had been captured. Slut felt excited, but also\nnervous, not knowing what was going to happen. It did not occur to\nher to try to escape.

\n\tThe elevator went down a long\nway. It was a little cooler when the lift doors opened. Slut found\nherself crawling across hard concrete. The sounds around her\nsuggested that she was in some sort of underground car park. Mistress\nled her a little way. Then there was the sound of a boot opening.\nSlut was helped into the boot. The boot was slammed shut.

\n\tSlut heard the car start up.\nIt sounded like a sporty number. Slut bet that it was red. Soon the\ncar was travelling fast along the roads, almost roaring around\ncorners, shaking Slut around in the boot. \n

\n\tEventually Slut felt the car\ngoing across gravel, before coming to a screeching halt. The boot was\nopened, and Slut was helped out. It was hot, and Slut could feel the\nsun beating down on her semi-naked body. Slut had to crawl across a\ngravel drive or path. That was painful, with the gravel digging into\nher knees. Her gloves provided a little protection for her palms.

\n\tSlut heard the sound of\nfeminine laughter. It sounded directed at her, and she blushed.\nDespite all that she had done she could still blush.

\n\t“Eve’s got a gimp!”\nsome unknown girl said. So Mistress was called Eve. Slut had not\nknown that, until now. There was more female laughter.

\n \tSlut crawled on, pulled\nalong by its leash. Gravel gave away to grass; and then, shortly\nafterwards, to a hot, tiled surface. She could hear the sound of\nwomen splashing. There had to be a swimming pool.

\n\tThe tiles were hot on Slut’s\nknees. It was obviously a very sunny day – and Slut could feel the\nsun’s warmth on the bits of flesh which were exposed. Slut could\nhear the sounds of several people talking at once. They were talking\nabout her. But Slut could only make out a few words in the babble of\nvoices – words like slave\nand clit\nand bondage.\nSlut knew the meaning of all those terms. Then her Mistress called\nfor quiet. \n

\n\t“This is Slut.” Mistress\nsaid, to the quieted crowd. “I have brought her here to play with.\nShe is your toy, but I would prefer it if you don’t break her –\nit is such a pain breaking in a new slave. She has an excellent\ntongue, and you can use her mouth as a toilet, if you wish. Don’t\nleave any permanent marks on her. Otherwise, enjoy.”

\n\t “I want to try that\ntongue.” said a woman with a deep, husky voice. Slut was dragged\nalong the tiled surface, and then forced forward, so that her face\nmade contact with a woman’s crotch. But being thrown forward like\nthat meant that her breasts made contact with the sun-heated tiles.\nSlut squealed in shock and pain.

\n\t“Aw, are the tiles a bit\nhot for your titties?” a cruel voice asked. “You’d better get\nlicking so that we’ll let you up. Slut then felt not one, but two\nbacksides sit down on her back, forcing her breasts to maintain\ncontact with the hot tiles. Slut couldn’t get up. She could only\nsuck the cunt of Husky Voice. \n

\n\tSlut felt a slight cooling as\nshadows fell on her, women gathered around to watch her give\ncunnilingus to the first of the women there. There was some laughter,\nand Slut’s technique was criticised. But Slut still managed to\nbring Husky voice to a moaning orgasm.

\n\tThen Slut was dragged from\nsunbathing woman to sunbathing woman, and forced to bring them to an\norgasm. Each time Slut was forced to lie with her breasts on the hot\ntiles, with a couple of women sitting on Slut’s back to make sure\nthat Slut could not get up. Slut had to service a dozen young women\nin such a manner, including Mistress (Slut knew the taste of her\nMistress’s cunt). Slut was sure that her breasts must be red and\nsinged by the end of all that.

\n\tThen Slut was laid out on her\nback on the grass. In fact she was staked out, with stakes hammed\ninto the ground, and her wrists and ankles tied to the stakes with\nleather thongs. Slut was to stay there for the rest of the day, until\nher Mistress finally released her and took her home.

\n\tBut Slut was not ignored, not\nby a long way. No, she was played with for the rest of the time that\nshe was there. Women came and sat on Slut’s face, to demand more\ncunnilingus, or to be rimmed. Having slut force her tongue inside a\nmusty arsehole was a favoured activity. Often, while that was going\non, one of the women would strap a humongous dildo around her waist,\nand introduce it into either Slut’s cunt or arsehole, hammering\naway with the giant cock. There was once when one woman managed to\nworm her way under slut, so that she could fuck Slut in the anus\nwhile another woman, armed with a cunt-stretching strap-on, hammered\nit so that the end pounded away at Slut’s cervix. And then Slut was\nforced to suck on a third strap-on, one which had recently been in\nSlut’s arse.

\n\tSome women liked to put their\nfeet on Slut’s mouth so that Slut could lick their feet clean.\nOthers liked to fist Slut, working their entire hand and wrist inside\nthe sex slave, fisting slut to yet another orgasm. \n

\n\tThe women were drinking\ncocktails all day, and what went in had to come out. Time and again\nSlut was turned into a toilet, commanded to swallow their golden\nchampagne. It seemed like there was a never ending stream of them,\nwanting to piss in Slut’s mouth and watch her swallow it all.

\n\tBut all good things must come\nto an end, and that day finally did, Slut taken home in the boot of a\ncar. That was just one day in the life of Slut, a sex slave forever.

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