SLUTTY WHORE -- BECOMING A CHINESE DOG 05
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
This story is a fantasy, yet it is based on things I've done in the past.
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Lying naked, on the cold, rough, dirty, concrete floor, with my hands cuffed behind my back and my collar chained to the post, I struggled again to find a comfortable position to lie in, to sleep in, to rest in. My mouth was still stretched by the steel jaw spreader. It was not painful, yet, my mouth became drier and drier, and I could not swallow or close my mouth. This seemed strangely worse than even being naked on the rough floor. My body ached as my full weight rested on my hip bones. As I tried to adjust I would find some brief respite, until my body weight would rest on some other bony point and pain and discomfort would return. I dozed, shuffled, turned, and twisted throughout the cool, damp, darkness hours.
My thoughts returned again, and again, and again to why I did this to myself? Why was I drawn so inexorably to this torment, like a moth to the flame? Why did I desire to be used so thoroughly, so completely, so unreservedly by total strangers? Why did I seek out my own total demise and destruction? What compelled me to do this?
Waking again, light was just beginning to creep into the dungeon through the dirty skylight panels. I shuffled again as much as I could to relieve sore points in my body, realizing that I had pissed myself at some point during my moments of dozing. As my stomach churned and I realized I really wanted to take a shit, I also remembered that my life as I had known it before Friday evening was ended. My disgusting, submissive, image was all over the internet, online. My whorish nature was now evident for anyone who desired to examine it. My simple decision to submit to this stranger Chinese Master whom I'd met on Recon and chatted with online only for a few weeks, had led to the total and instant destruction of my entire lift to that point. It occurred to me, that as I was being whipped and was screaming under that skylight, no-one searched for the source of the screaming. No-one came to discover where they screams were coming from. No-one could hear my screams down here in this dungeon. No-one actually knew where I was. No-one would ever think to look for me here. If I never turned up to school again. If I never showed up at my small apartment again. If I never emailed or called or met my friends again. No-one knew any of my Recon or Grindr or other usernames or passwords. If they saw me on-line, how would they be able to figure out where I was being tortured. Fuck, I had agreed on film to this with Master when I first met him. He had me on film willingly accepting this.
When I woke again it was much lighter outside of the skylight. I lay there, naked, cold, sore, alone, with my own thoughts and fears torturing me. I drifted in and out of fitful sleep. I was alone with my aches and pains around my body, and with my thoughts. For brief moments, I contemplated a new life as a full naked slave, 24/7/365. Used simply for sex by any who wanted to. I contemplated a new life as a porn star, used in BSDM films and live performances in clubs and parties around the city. I wondered how long I would be attractive and sought after in that role? What would happen when I became too old? When I became too used up? My fucking cock would go from soft, to raging hard and leaking, to soft again. I'm such a fucking whore. My insatiable sex drive had gotten me into this situation, undoubtedly it would do so again.
As I contemplated my fate, the door above opened and light flooded around me in the dungeon. I was not sleeping, yet not awake. I had given up. I had accepted my situation. Accepted my fate. Accepted my inability to change anything at this point. I did not try to turn, to see who was coming down those creaky wooden stairs, or how many. What did it really matter? They would come, no matter how many. They would see me, film me, photograph me, use me as they wished, no matter what I wanted. I could do nothing. I had no power at all. I had no option. I was their plaything, by my own actions and decision, by my own stupidity and whorishness. I was resigned to this now.
I heard the wooden stairs squeak as more people came down them, and I heard the distinctive sound of the flip-flops dragging along the ground as they walked closer to me. As pair of feet wearing flip-flops appeared beside me and as I glanced up I noticed the tattoo's wrapping around his legs. It was my young Asian God, back again. I smiled as I recognized him, while he unlocked the padlock fixing me to the chain around the post. He then ruffled the little patch of hair left on the top of my head, as you would a dog, and I felt a warm glow flow through me. Despite having been left, naked, cold, alone, on the dirty, rough, concrete floor, all night, just the touch of this God was enough to make me elated. His attention was all the warmth and connection I needed in that moment.
I heard other flip-flops on the opposite side of me, and felt hands wrap around my arms, pulling me up to my feet with my Asian God assisting. As I got to my feet, they walked me over towards the skylight area at the back of the dungeon. Facing towards the wall at the back of the dungeon, I looked up to the skylight. I could see shadows pass over the skylight, presumably as someone walked on the sidewalk or street above. The glass tiles were opaque, so I could not see any specific details, but shadows were somewhat clear. As I stood there I realized I had liquid running down my legs, running from my asshole. Cum and piss undoubtedly from my abusers yesterday, finally making its way out of me I presumed, but as I looked down I also realized that the liquid was brown. I was shitting the dog food out of me without even really trying. It was leaking out of me. I blushed, thoroughly embarrassed at this revelation, as my God and his assistant removed my paws, turned me to face the room, removed the handcuffs and walked away from me, leaving me "free" for the first time since I had arrived. I stood there, naked, shivering slightly, staring at my filthy feet on the dirty ground below me.
I circled my wrists and hunched and circled my shoulders, trying to re-animate them after they had been bound and largely immobilized all night. I closed my eyes as I felt distinct discomfort almost all over my entire body. It felt really, really, good to be standing free of any cuffs, fetters, chains, and restrictions. I heard the distinctive hiss of the water running through the hose, and instantly knew what was coming just moments before the jet of cold water hit me square in the chest. I took a quick breath in, still shocked despite knowing what was coming by the sudden onslaught of the cold water. I flinched and turned my head and body instinctively away from the stream, which only provided a new target for the water, as it hit my back and ass. The water played up over my head, down over my legs, and all around my body for what seemed like an eternity. I found myself shivering uncontrollably, using my hands and arms to try to prevent the intensity of the cold water from impacting me too greatly, though this was entirely futile.
When the water finally turned off, I opened my eyes and tried to catch my breath at last. My skin was tingling from the cold, my whole body shivered, and I felt the water run in off me on to the floor below. I glanced up to my Asian God who was wrapping the hose below the small sink, next to the toilet. Standing next to my Asian God was another young Asian guy, in the now familiar tight White polo and tight White shorts. I had not seen this new guy before, but he was smiling broadly and licking his lips as he stared at me. I glanced away from the two young Asian guys to see Master chatting with four really muscular, mid-forties, Asian men. I could not hear their conversation, and it probably wouldn't have made any difference as they were undoubtedly speaking in a foreign language, but they would glance over to me, then return to conversation. I stood still, naked, barefoot, dripping water, shivering, and looked back down to the dirty ground at my feet. I waited patiently, submissively, willingly, for whatever was coming next. My hands, hanging next to my thighs, not even feigning embarrassment at my nudity in front of these strangers. Such embarrassment was long, long gone at this point.
As I stood, contemplating what was coming next, I realized the conversation had stopped, and the four were walking slowly towards me. I glanced up at them. All four were middle-aged Asian guys. All wore serious expressions as they approached me, which caused me to shiver and look away to the ground, in hopes I would not aggravate or irritate them. One had a pretty severely pock-marked face while another had a small moustache and a small spiky beard. One had a dark red birthmark or scar on the left side of his face. One was completely bald but looked the most muscular of the four. The last was the shortest of the four, but I could see his tattoo's all over his neck and arms.
Pock-mark reached me first, slapping me pretty hard and suddenly on the left side of my face with his right hand. As I jumped in shock he grabbed my hair, turned my head back to face him, and spat on me, his spit hitting me over the bridge of my nose and into my eyes. As pock-mark was doing this, tattoo's reached me and punched me hard and unexpectedly in the stomach. I groaned and tried to bend over, my arms moving towards my abdomen in a late attempt at protection, but before they had moved very far, tattoo reached up and grabbed both nipples and began to pull and twist them causing incredible pain. As I started to scream at the sudden shock of pain in my chest, pock-mark spat into my mouth, his phlegm landing in the back of my throat and almost causing me to puke. As I struggled to catch a breath and tried to twist away from the attack on my nipples, a foot from behind me came between my legs and caught my cock, sending it flying up. Clearly they were trying to kick me in the balls, but had over-reached, or my twisting had moved my hips. Realizing what they were trying I tried to close my thighs to protect my balls, but birthmark quickly reached me, grabbed my balls and tugged them down towards the ground in a single, powerful, thrust.
Despite pock-mark still holding a firm grip of my hair, and tattoo pulling my nipples up towards the skylight above me as he twisted and pinched them, I screamed intensely and my knees folded at the sudden and excruciating pain shooting through my abdomen. I collapsed on my knees and as birthmark's hand was forced off my balls as I dropped and bent over. Kicks and slaps rained down on me from all four, as I collapsed onto the ground, trying to protect my face and balls as much as possible. I felt someone stand on my back as I lay on my stomach, clenching my thighs as tightly as possible and protecting my head with my arms. A foot on my head ground my face down towards the concrete while I felt my legs being pulled wide apart at the ankles. While the person on my back began jumping up and down, causing me to grunt and expel air on each landing, I felt the first kick to my balls from behind me. It was fortunately pretty light and mostly got caught by my thighs, but as my legs were pulled wider and wider, my hips were pulled upwards, leaving my balls and cock much more exposed. Kicks began to rain down on my balls, as I tried to protect them with my hands, leaving my head exposed.
The feet standing on me suddenly became a body sitting on top of me, and as the kicks to my balls started to find their mark more often than not, they also began to increase in power and intensity, causing me to twist and buck and scream as loudly as I could manage with the person sitting on my upper body and chest. My head being pulled up by the hair, slaps began raining down on my face from side to side as I tried to turn my head to avoid them, my eyes screwed tightly closed to protect them as some of the slaps would land on my nose and across my eyes as my head turned. Slaps were also now raining down on my ass cheeks which quickly felt as though they were literally on fire, each slap fanning the flames and intensity of the burn.
The pain intense, and seemed to be all over my body. The slaps to my face prevented me from thinking clearly and the body sitting on my chest made it difficult to breathe. The slaps on my ass were powerful enough to move my hips, and the kicks to my balls and cock were landing more often than missing, causing increasing waves of pain to shoot through me. I was whimpering, and screaming, and grunting, and choking all at the same time. My nose was running, I was crying, I was trying to plead for mercy but whimpering was all I could muster between the screams and grunts.
As quickly as they had descended on me, they seemed to step back to survey their work, leaving me sobbing and whimpering on the ground, naked before them. I took a few moments to catch my breath as they grabbed my wrists and arms and pulled them wide to the sides of me, wrapping chain quickly around each wrist and ankle and padlocking me in place, spread-eagle, on my stomach, on the hard, rough, concrete floor. Master, my young Asian God, and the other young Asian guy were gone. I was left entirely at the mercy of these four sadists. Just as this concern washed over me, an intense burning sensation on the soles of both of my feet made me scream and try to turn to see what was causing this. Bound as I was, I could not turn my head or lift up enough to see, but I did see tattoo guy standing to my right with five or six lit candles all bundled together into a bouquet of exquisite pain. As he moved the candle bouquet towards me from my right, my left ass cheek instantly began to burn intensely as though someone had stuck five or six knives by the points into my ass cheek. The intense pain moved slowly up to the small of my back as my right ass cheek suddenly burned similarly, and I knew they were all dripping hot candlewax onto my already sensitized naked and cold flesh.
I tensed every muscle in my body trying to escape this pain, but the chains and padlocks held me perfectly immobile, and unable to do anything other than gasp and scream against the pain. The burning sensation was intense, especially with four candle bouquets working all over my naked flesh at the same time. As the wax cooled, it actually protected me a little, but as I squirmed and flexed against the pain, the wax would crack and break away, leaving openings for the hot wax to find, so the burning continued as I suffered. Once my entire back, ass, shoulders, legs, and arms had been covered in wax, the four then unlocked me and flipped me onto my back, re-padlocking my wrists and arms. Now facing my abusers and lying on the remnants of the wax covering my back and legs, the candle bouquets continued to now find new naked flesh on the front of my legs, my cock and balls, my stomach, my chest and shoulders, and on my arms. Tattoo guy was the meanest during this time, as he was focused on burning my cock and balls. Once they were coated well, he'd peel the wax away, removing the protection, allowing him to re-burn me, watching me scream and wince as the hot wax burned onto my cockhead and my balls. As he ripped away the wax around my balls and cock shaft, it also pulled away my pubic hair, which he seemed to enjoy thoroughly.
Finally, they extinguished the remnants of their candles, which are burned down quite far by this time, and they removed the padlocks, lifting me to my feet. The wax broke and peeled and fell off me, pulling and tugging at the hair on my legs, in my armpits, and on my arms. Handcuffs were placed on my wrists, and the cuffs were clipped to two steel ropes that I'd been bound to the very first night, so I suspected what was coming, and moments later I heard the whine of the motor as my wrists were lifted above my head, and I was eventually lifted clear off the floor, swinging and rotating as the cuffs dug in painfully to my wrists. A spreader bar was padlocked between my legs, exposing my groin as I saw them walk over to a bench nearby and pick up some multi-tail floggers. I knew again, what was coming, and I closed my eyes hoping to endure the flogging without too much pain. The four began flogging me at precisely the same time. Initially the wax still clinging to my flesh helped dissipate some of the impact, but as it fell away the leather of the floggers stung incredibly painfully against the red and sensitive flesh underneath. With my wrists cuffed, and my ankles and legs spread wide, despite my attempts to wince and turn to avoid the flogger strikes, it was impossible. The leather strips found the inside of my thighs and I heard myself scream in agony, my whole body shaking as another strike hit me across my ass, while another wrapped across my chest and nipples.
The flogging continued, and continued, and continued, as the pain rose, and rose, and rose. I found it more and more difficult to catch a full breath, as I cried, and screamed, and grunted with every strike of the flogger. I wasn't sure I would survive this agony. These guys were sadistic beyond anything I had ever experienced before, or fantasized about. The cold water from the hose suddenly hitting me brought me back with a shocking start to my fraught situation. Birthmark was playing the cold water jet all over my burning and welted flesh, paying particular attention to my exposed and very sensitive cock and balls. With my legs forced apart by the spreader, I could do nothing at all to protect them, especially as my feet were about six inches off the ground. I twisted and turned, hanging naked and suffering painfully in the dungeon, just feet from members of the public walking next to the skylight outside the store above.
The water shut off, and I shook my head to clear the water from my eyes, hoping they were finished, and they would bring me down to face-fuck and ass fuck me and be done with me. Instead Tattoo approached with a set of small weights attached to a leather parachute ball stretcher. Squeezing my balls and tugging them painfully downwards, Tattoo fastened the leather parachute above my balls, then let the weights on chains drop from the level of the parachute until the chains stopped them. I instantly felt as though my balls had been ripped off completely. I screamed and squirmed in agony, only to have Tattoo smile and lift the weights up by about a foot, to let them drop once again.
Birthmark pulled my foreskin back roughly to expose my cock head, and started running a four cylinder pinwheel over it. The four pins impaling my super sensitive cock head as my balls were pulled off my body by the weights.
I felt cold liquid being applied to my asshole and almost immediately felt my hole being stretched wide as pressure was applied upwards, trying to force something huge and wide into my hole. A muscled arm wrapping around my hips to hold me in place as what I realized was the other hand forcing its way into my hole made it easier and I felt that invading hand push in to the base of the fingers, pull out, then force its way back in deeper and deeper on each thrust until finally the whole hand pushed through my sphincter and drove deep inside my guts. A foot from someone else on the leg spreader bar, held me more in place and I really had nowhere to turn, twist, or go to try to relive any of this pain and torture being imposed.
They each rotated, alternately slapping my face, spitting on me, swinging the weights attached to my balls, slapping and pinwheeling my cock and balls, twisting my nipples, and punch fisting my hole. I was in agony, and lost all sense of time, place, and presence. I had to concentrate on simply breathing and suffering.
Masters voice brought me back to the moment, and I realized my feet were touching the rough ground and I was slowly being lowered back down again. I bent my knees and ended up kneeling on the ground as they removed the spreader bar and removed the handcuffs. I could not feel my hands at all, as they were totally numb. My wrists had deep, angry red grooves where the cuffs had dug in to suspend my entire body weight. My balls ached and my whole body was in pain. The four then spit-roast fucked me, one in my mouth and one in my ass at a time. This was a rough, aggressive, even mean fucking. I choked and gagged repeatedly as cock after cock was forced deep into my mouth and down my throat as the held the back of my head. The ass fucking was less difficult as the fisting had loosed me up considerably, but each cock tasted of the lubricant they had used, which added to my queasiness as it tasted fucking awful. All four finally came in my ass, and forced me to clean their cocks with my mouth, before they stepped away from me, tidying up their clothing and chatting quietly with Master.
I knelt there, naked, beaten, cold, used thoroughly, cum leaking from my ass, in pain, and I glanced towards Master, anticipating his next order. Master chatted, glancing towards me and nodding occasionally.
My stomach started to cramp, and I realized I really needed to take a shit, and to piss. I glanced to the toilet, then to Master. He didn't seem to notice and continued to chat quietly with the four muscular Asians. I winced and farted almost involuntarily, feeling some liquid come out as I did. I glanced back to the toilet, longingly, wondering if Master would allow me to use it. It was no longer a given for me, that I would be offered the human convenience of using a toilet. I was, after all, a dog. I had not spoken a word of language since I arrived. I merely barked. My stomach growled again, and Master glanced over, smiling, then he glanced at the toilet.
"Does the dog need to take a shit?" he asked, amused.
"Woof, Woof," I barked eagerly.
The four guys looked to me and then to Master, continuing to chat quietly.
Master snapped his fingers and pointed to the White toilet by the sink, which had no toilet seat on it.
"You may use the toilet, dog."
I crawled on my hands and knees over to the toilet, then slowly got up and sat on the cold porcelain toilet. As the five men watched me, a strong steam of pee flowed out of me making a loud pattering sound into the water. As I relaxed, I farted, and a burbling sound announced that I was shitting liquid into the bowl also. I closed my eyes, breathed out, and despite what would be hugely embarrassing in any other circumstances, I was so relieved to be vacating my bladder and bowels. It was the best I had felt, since my young Asian God had been fucking me the day before, and I honestly didn't care at all that Master whom I had only met in person for the first time two days ago, and the four others I literally just met, were all standing watching me as I sat naked, pathetic, submissive, on this toilet shitting like a little child being toilet trained.
When I re-opened my eyes they were all staring intently at me. I blushed, and looked down to the ground. I knew there was no toilet paper around, so I was not sure how to clean my ass, but Master snapped his fingers pointing to the hose, and I knew precisely what he meant. I uncoiled the hose a little, turned on the tap and as the water flowed, I ran it gingerly over my ass. The cold water flowing down my legs as I squatted over the toilet bowl, hoping most would be captured in the bowl.
"Enough," Master commanded, and I barked twice and turned the water off immediately.
Master approached, took me by the D-ring on my leather collar, and walked me back towards the skylight at the back of the room. Before reaching the skylight he turned me and pushed my back against one of the rough wooden posts that held up the floor above in the shop. Pulling my wrists behind the post, Master bound them tightly using ropes. Next he padlocked a chain hanging from above me to the D-ring on my collar which pulled me upright. Next he pulled one ankle backwards towards the back of the post, wrapping rope around the ankle, then he pulled my second ankle back and tied it similarly. This left me on my tip-toes, but if I relaxed too much, the collar around my neck would dig in uncomfortably under my chin. Yet when I tried to stand more upright on my tip-toes, my leg muscles would cramp after a while and I'd have to try to relax to allow them to recover. Master then pulled a hood over my head, completely blinding me to anything going on in front of me.
I heard their footsteps and conversation diminish as they departed, then the wooden stairs squeak as they left. I head the light switch turn off, and heard the door slam shut at the top of the stairs.
It was Sunday, sometime during the day. I had no real idea what time it was, other than it was light outside, which I had seen through the skylight. Now in this hood though, it make it much more difficult to tell what time of day it might be. I struggled for a while, straining to stand up tall to relieve the pressure of the collar, but having to relax to prevent my thighs from cramping painfully. I also felt the rough wood against my burned, flogged, welted, sensitive flesh on my back and ass. I also realized, I was hungry and really thirsty.
--End
I would love feedback on this story, (or to hear from you if you are a dominant, aggressive, demanding Master who likes to keep his slaves naked and collared lol ) at ALL TIMES. GWMSUB4DOMGAM@yahoo.com.