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The Market: Cereus & Sushibite Ex, NC, M/s, M/p, cannibalism, casual brutality, bestiality, water-sports, sexual slavery, and more

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Cereus

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Dear readers,

This is an extreme story, and as this site does not have an extreme section, we'll play this story out here, in the Taboo section. WARNING: if you have any off's at all, they'll probably be included at some point. Reader beware. This is being copied over, post by post from another site.

She was in her first year of college. Pretty, young at only 19, but she'd failed to maintain a federally acceptable GPA over three consecutive testing periods. There was no appeal, no way to avoid what was coming, even if she was aware of what was about to happen. There was no family connections that could have helped her, assuming she had any. She didn't, she was an orphan, and the State had already invested enough in her upbringing, care, and education. She was, to be brutally precise, a burden on the system. The system wrote her off.

Mr. Fields nodded an uh-huh into his phone, and hung it up. He looked over his assembled students, (Government Theory, and Practical Applications - An Introduction). "Eryn", he said, raising his voice enough so the pretty girl in the back could hear him, "They need you at the front office. Leave your things". He assumed it would be a short trip...sign this, cross this 'T', dot this 'I' sort of thing. He was no more aware of Eryn's fate than was she. He turned his attention back to the article he'd been reading, remembering, just barely, to remind Eryn to take one of the two Hall Passes with her.

Miss Carmichael smiled at Eryn as she walked into the office, "The Provost needs to see you, dear", she said in her usually over-sweet voice. She waved her hand toward the closed door to her side, pink glitter nail polish sparkling. Miss Carmichael was well aware of what was about to happen to Eryn, as she was the fourth student summoned to the Provost's office that morning. They went in, and they didn't come back out through the same door. "Just go right in", she said sweetly, neatly folding her hands together on the top of her spotless desk.

Five seconds later, Eryn ceased to exist. The Provost wasn't in his office, but three other men were. When Eryn walked through the door, she was grabbed on either side, and forced to bend over the Provost's empty desk, her hands were pulled behind her back, and cuffed together. A slim paper and plastic self adhesive band was placed around her neck bearing nothing more than a bar-code. She was searched, her skirt flipped up, a man's hands tracing down over the curves of her panty covered ass, dipping between her thighs, fingers tracing over the outlines of her pussy. "Clean", announced one of the men.

"Let's get her loaded then", another voice announced. She was 'ushered' out the back door, and dragged to a white unmarked van, and loaded inside. There were eight others in there. Three men, and five women. All young, like herself. All with their hands bound behind them. They all, Eryn included, knew what had just happened. In some way, they'd all failed, and society terminated them. Not physically. They simply ceased to exist, beyond the coded number hidden in the bar code on their paper/plastic collars.
 
Living in this world brought pressure upon every individual that could breath. Committing crimes, making mistakes, failing school or just being rejected by society could lead to a very early demise. The consumption of human meat had been introduced to lower levels in the worlds population and this definitely caused the fear to live to spike throughout most peoples bodies. If the rejections and failures weren't eaten they became slaves which could have proved to be worse than dying depending on what was asked or expected of them. Unfortunately for Eryn she had lost her parents to this system, her Mother was used as a meat source and her Father committed suicide from the pain of losing his true love. She could not become like them which was the reason behind her need for success but maybe it was in the genes floating throughout her DNA. Maybe she was destined to fail.

There was no denying that Eryn had worked her hardest for attempted success. The brunette would accept any extra tuition provided to her, she would study manically at home with whatever free time she had and she was usually spotted going into a local library where she would remain for hours until the sun was hidden by the darkness of the sky. She hadn't expected to be falling behind because there hadn't been any concerning remarks or hints towards her failure, everything seemed to be going well until she went to college that morning.

They were sitting there silently waiting for Mr. Fields to finish whatever conversation was being had over the telephone. Eryn wasn't listening as she was focused on the work on her desk however, those bright eyes soon lifted to stare at the Teacher when her name was voiced. "Me?" She uttered softly before standing, her stuff being left behind as instructed before heading towards the front office, a hall pass in hand. She didn't know what was wrong or what had happened but the brunette wasn't worried or concerned since everything had been going well until now, she didn't know just how much her world was going to change from now on.

"Morning Miss Carmichael." Eryn said with a small smile, the kind and sweet receptionist beckoning her inside of the room. "The Provost?..." She asked questioningly before opening the door and heading inside. At first she couldn't see anyone however, within seconds she was grabbed roughly and pushed against the large oaken desk with brute force. Her eyes widened and her body struggled with fear at whatever was happening but their actions didn't cease. She could feel her wrists being cuffed tightly as something was subtly slipped around her neck. Fear exploded throughout Eryn's body and all she could do was cry for help, maybe Miss Carmichael would hear her pleas and help. "M--Miss Carmichael! Help!" The soft yet pleading voice pierced throughout the room before being replaced with a gasp.

Unwanted fingers travelled over her curves before grazing over the plumpness of her ass. The black thong she was wearing didn't cover much as those digits glided over her virginal cunt making Eryn shudder with displeasure. "Please... Stop--" Another beg that wouldn't do much when soon the process was over and she was practically dragged towards a white van that waited for them outside. 8 others were sitting there, some knowing of what was happening with others shaking like leaves. Eryn looked back at the college before the doors were shut leaving them surrounded in darkness.

"What's happening... Does anyone know?... This isn't... The process, is it?" Eryn's voice trembled, this couldn't be the end of her life... Right? She had worked so hard to get here and now it proved to be futile.
 
"It is", sobbed a male voice in the darkness. Everyone in the van fell silent for a few moments, contemplating. They would be taken to the nearest processing center. Stripped. Females would have their permanent slave's tags affixed with a piercing through their clitoral hoods. Men through loose skin at the underside, and base of their cocks. Some would be sorted, and graded. Especially the females, and auctioned off to select clientele, destined for the higher end markets as meat, pleasure, or entertainment. The others would be auctioned off by weight, in lots weighing about 1000 pounds for at most, 60 to 70 cents per pound, barefoot weight.

Most of those wouldn't live to see the end of the day. Rushed back to whichever markets, butcher shops, or restaurants bought them, then quickly slaughtered, and butchered. Some very few might be spared for the growing, and increasingly profitable, and popular human milk market, which was really little more than a temporary stay of execution. One or two might be kept alive for an extra day or two to provide pleasure, and fun for their new owners. For the females, their future looked bleak, indeed.

The men were luckier, as most would be sold to provide labor, or a source of cum for the cum farms, milked, essentially, every six hours for their cum, which was then sold in gallon sized jugs to small to midsized human milk dairies, as it was widely believed, though without any scientific backing, that a diet rich in cum sweetened a girl's milk, resulting in a tastier, creamier product that sold for a higher price.

Anthony Stanhope, owner and proprietor of the Mid Town Market arrived early at the East Branch processing center. On an average week, he generally butchered, and sold as meat about seven or eight girls, and the cheapest way of buying them was through unsorted, random pull lots of freshly harvested slaves. Wednesday's were lucky for him, and his best meat girls were always bought on Wednesdays. He was ready when the first Porta-Pen was wheeled out, nine fresh girls inside, and the bidding started. He was also smart enough to wait a bit....the first few lots always sold for more than they should, topping out at over 85 cents a pound in some cases. How anyone could make a profit that way, he had no idea. He bided his time, until Lot 26 was wheeled out. "Eight Girls, random pull, unsorted, weight 972 pounds", announced the auctioneer.

He was so far back, he could barely make out the girls in the Porta-Pen, but from what he could see, they looked fine, and when the auctioneer announced that bidding would start at 50 cents per pound, he lifted his paddle. The bidding advanced, a penny or two over the space of ten minutes, and eventually stalled at 65 cents per pound. He bid one extra penny, and after another minutes, was announced the winner. Anthony completed his purchase, collected his receipt, and left to bring his van around back to load up his girls.

His girls were led out, connected together with a plastic cable, waist to waist to waist, their yellow slaves tags dangling from their exposed pussies. Very little in the way of complaints, or begging, surprisingly, and within minutes he was on the road back to his market. He called Rudy, his butcher, and informed him he had eight meat girls incoming, and wanted two butchered straight away, as his refrigerated meat case was running rather short. The others would be butchered one at a time, every other day, until it was time to make another trip to the processing center.
 
She couldn't believe what was happening. Once the male confirmed her worst nightmare Eryn and the rest of the collections fell silent, the only sounds filling the van being their erratic and fearful breaths. There wasn't anything showing how much time had passed but soon their feet were traveling through a cold processing center. Eryn was the third to step forward, her body taking instinctive steps back before being grabbed by one of the impatient workers, her clitoral hood pierced and tagged forcing a pained whine from her mouth. She had to remain strong and contain herself otherwise there wouldn't be any chance of escaping if there even was one.

Eryn made up 112 pounds (8 stone) of their body weight combined. They were all unaware to what was going to happen to them, whether they would live to see another day or whether their meat would be eaten in the next few days by the lucky survivors of this cruel world. Between them they didn't speak or plead because fear had completely taken over, what if the consequences of speaking ending up being worse than their fate?

Once the processing process had been completed they were once again on the move to their next destination. Before they could realize what was going on they were on display for many people to see, the paddles being lifted every few seconds for the meat that was for sale. Eryn and the rest of the females were looking around erratically and even though they were strangers they held each other's hands for comfort, their chests heaving as they struggled to breath with the overbearing worry of what was going to happen to them in the next few hours.

The auction started and ended before Eryn could even realize what was happening and soon they were being lead towards another van before being herded like animals into the back of the large vehicle. Their waists were tied together to prevent any escapes and now as they were sitting there their bodies, including Eryn's, began shuddering and trembling with what was to come. One girl began sobbing with another mentioning how they were probably going to die. Eryn looked down before wrapping herself with her arms in a comforting fashion, she could not end up like her Mother... She would not be served up as a starter or main in some fancy restaurant.

She kept thinking about what could be done about her situation. The tag dangled from her unclothed cunt making her grit her teeth with worry. As soon as the Vans door opened Eryn looked with pleading eyes before bowing her head. This would either lead her to an early demise or save her from being butchered and chopped up into slithers of meat for human and animal consumption. "Please, spare me... Please--" She pleaded to the unfamiliar and unknown man, her eyes remaining planted on the floor as her trembling voice left her quivering lips.
 
Rudy had everything ready, stainless steel butchering table wheeled out into the center of the concrete floored receiving bay, just beside a sluice grate, knives sharp, and ready. Anthony waved, as he hopped up on the loading bay ramp, and walked inside. "Collars?", he asked. "There", Rudy responded, pointing to a pile of gray collars on the shelf under the table. Special collars, not the thin paper affairs the Collectors used. They charged continuously, wirelessly and would deliver a debilitating shock if their wearers attempted to leave the premises. Providing a cheap, and effective way to prevent new slaves from escaping.

"Ok then", he said, smiling, "Lets get them out, and get a look at them". Anthony pulled open the broad double rear doors on the van, and swung them wide open, filling the darkened interior with light.

"Please, spare me... Please--"

He glanced at the speaker. A pretty girl, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them, her petite little cunt, and yellow tag visible. He ignored her, for the moment, but remembered her face. Those that begged would often times do anything to extend their lives. Anything, and could be fun to keep alive for an extra day or two. "Ok, cunts, pay attention", he said, raising his voice. He pulled a small object from his pocket, and held it up so that all inside could see it. "This is tear gas, and if you aren't all out of the van in ten seconds, I'll toss it in there with you, and close the fucking doors". He grabbed the nearest girl, she looked Japanese, and squeaked in protest when he tugged her up by her arm. "Come on cunts, out", he snarled. With one naked girl already moving, and the threat of being gassed hanging over their pretty heads, the rest of the fresh meat clambered to their feet, and began shuffling out, still anchored together with the thick plastic cord from the processing center.

Rudy grabbed the Japanese girl by her arm, and led her, with the rest following, into the receiving bay, past the butchering table with it's display of gleaming knives. Something they all stared at fearfully, all trying to cover their pussies, and tits as best they could. Once they were lined up, Rudy began moving down the line of naked girls, growling at them, and telling them to put their arms down at their sides. Any that ignored him, were whipped with a small flexible baton until they complied. "Stand up straight, damnit", he said, walking up and down the line of unlucky girls.

"Grab the collars, Rudy", Anthony said, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, starting the bar code reader app. Each girl had the bar code on her paper collar compared to the one on her yellow clitoral tag. Neck first, then pussy, and as Anthony nodded after confirming tags and collars matched, Rudy moved in, tore their paper collars off, and locked a much stouter gray collar around their necks. As the collars detected naked flesh under their sensors, they chirped once, indicating that they were functioning, and armed.

The pretty girl that had begged Anthony to spare her was fifth down the line. Very pretty, he decided, eyes sweeping up, then down her naked, exposed body. Great set of tits, lovely pink nipples, slim build. Shapely firm little ass. He winked at her, while fumbling between her legs for her yellow tag. Once all were properly collared, bar codes matched, he retreated a few paces away from the naked cunts, and began discussing their fates. "Think you could process three today?", Anthony asked, planning ahead as always. Rudy shrugged, "sure". That would leave him five live girls to provide fresh meat for several days. Then there was his desire to expand his milk production. It was beginning to make him quite a bit of money. Perhaps just one of the remaining sluts could be diverted. And hell, if it didn't work out, she could still be butchered.

"The first three then, starting with the Japanese girl", he said. He nodded toward girl that had plead so sweetly for her life, "That one, the one with the brown hair, I'll save her for milk. Kennel the other four when you're done". "Sure, sure", Rudy said, slipping a pair of heavy cutters from the pocket on his rubberized apron. He walked up to the frightened, and then crying Japanese girl, slipped his hand under the plastic band around her waist, and cut the plastic cable that connected her to the other girls.

"no...no....no", the girl whispered, looking fearfully at Rudy, "please...wait...wait...please". Rudy ignored her, and dragged the naked cunt to the sluice grate, and tripped the girl off her feet. Face down on the grate, his knee pressing down on the center of her back, he grabbed her glossy black hair, and pulled her head back. "NO....", screamed the doomed girl. He slipped a long, very sharp knife from the holster at his side, and quickly, efficiently sawed the razor edge into the girls throat. Her screams turned into gurgled coughing, as her life's blood bubbled, and spurted from severed veins, and arteries. Her petite feet drummed, and thrashed against the steel floor grate. For all of about 45 seconds.
 
Everybody else seemed stunned when Eryn decided to speak, the pleading words seeming to fall on death ears causing the brunette to lose what little hope remained of any chance to escape this morbid fate. They all turned to face the man holding a small canister filled with gas, tear gas to be precise and soon the van full of females felt threatened. If they chose not to leave the safety of the vehicle the door would be closed on their suffering.

Despite not knowing the Japanese looking female Eryn flinched with the need to protect her frightened self. The man grabbed her slender arm forcing everybody to follow, Eryn included as they practically stumbled from the van like pigs being herded into the butchers hands. The table was lined with sharp knifes and serrated blades, Eryn’s eyes widened and her body trembled with uncontrollable fear. Her legs felt weak as they were lined up, she had attempted to cover herself as best as she could like the rest of them but a sharp, painful sting whacked against her wrists forcing her arms to the side and forcing a pained cry to fall from her mouth as tears threatened to spill from her bright eyes.

They all stood as straight as they could. One female’s cunt dribbled with piss from how fearful she was, another was whacked a few times as she was hiding her body. Eryn had learned that she was a Christian and so she probably felt impure showing her body to these strangers. The next process began as the butcher stood before all of them one at a time. Eryn’s eyes met with ‘Rudy’s’ before witnessing the man wink, the expression sickening the brunette since she didn’t know what was going to happen to her. Breathless pants fell from her mouth when the tag was fondled with, her body being observed closely before a thick collar was placed around her neck, a sign of ownership, she was no longer a human but a product. Eryn was now living the experience her own Mother had gone through and that made her feel nauseous but showing weakness wasn’t an option, it was never an option.

Words were shared between the two men but Eryn was alerted to the fact that they had mentioned her hair colour, the rest of the females being either blonde, black or dyed. She was being spared for milk? There was a sense of relief that spread throughout her being however, she didn’t know what it meant being the societies ‘cow’ but it couldn’t be worse than being butcher and slaughtered, right? Her breaths were erratic when the pleads of a Japanese woman met her ears. Everyone turned to face the young female that was cut and dragged from the line, her body trembling and collapsing onto the metal grate.

She wanted to look away but fear stuck her in place. The grate was one to separate blood from body. The way Rudy handled the female, the brutish force and the uncaring nature— He grabbed her hair before meeting the delicate flesh with a quick, efficient slice. Her body flopped around and twitched with life as blood flowed from the open gash, the gurgled sounds turning into nothingness as her lifeless body was drowned in crimson.

Eryn held her mouth as she swallowed the feeling of being sick. Her face turned away as two others followed the Japanese girls fate. They screamed, fought, writhed before becoming a slab of meat that would be served on customers plates in the next few days as if nothing happened. Unlike the remaining four Eryn was taken away separately, her body being kennelled in a cage both uncomfortable and cramped for her body as if she really was being treated like an animal. The collared females cheeks were stained with tears as she held onto the bars, her eyes seeking unanswered questions. “Please... Can someone tell me where I’m going?” Her voice was soft and the words split between whimpers and sobs, her pretty face stained and messed up from how scared she was. Maybe death would have been the best way out of this horrid world.
 
Anthony was at his desk, the clitoral slave tags from the three slaughtered slaves on his desk. He recorded each bar code, then ran the tags through his shredder, and emailed the information to the innocuous sounding Office of Human Population Mitigation. The three young women, in the span of half a day, had gone from free citizens, to slaves, to meat. Brutally efficient, and coupled with the government's successful ad campaign, praising the many virtues of human meat over that of animals, demand continued to grow. Even the cheapest, and fattiest ground beef retailed for over twice what premium human ground meat sold for. It was a no brainer, and the cost of the program to the government was actually a net positive. Everyone was happy. Well, except....

Rudy had already completed most of the butchering, wrapping the cuts of meat for retail sale. Chops, and steaks. Roasts, and ground meat. Approximately 30 percent of each girl could be turned into meat of some form or another. Though Anthony managed to inch those numbers up to 35 percent, by carefully trimming scraps, and producing his own deli meats, like lunch meat, and sausages. And then there was milk. He couldn't keep it in stock. With seven lactating slaves, he was producing about four gallons per day, which was sold in pint, and quart size bottles. More expensive than cows milk, but it was sweeter, and creamier, and the government enthusiastically claimed it was better...better for people, better for the environment!.

The costs to him in keeping a stable of milk girls was actually quite small. Feed, the largest expense, was mostly the pureed remains of meat girls, mixed with grains, like rice and corn, and doped with vitamins, and synthetic hormones to increase milk production. Baked into small, crunchy wafers, it came to him in hundred pound sacks at a wholesale price of only eight cents a pound. Considering he sold the scraps from his meat girls for almost twice that amount, there was little cost to him in keeping milk slaves.

Paperwork done, books balanced for the day, mandatory reports sent off to the government, it was time to fetch his new milk slut, and get her started on the road to making him some fucking money. He found her in the kennel Rudy has stored her in, pretty face smeared with tears, frightened eyes looking at him as he approached. He knelt in front of her cage, unlatching it's steel mesh door, and swinging it open. "You've seen what happens to meat here", he said, reaching inside her cage to cup her tear stained cheek in his hand. "And you're going to do everything I tell you to", he continued, his brown eyed gazed fixed on her pretty hazel eyes. "You already know what will happen if you don't", he continued, shifting his hand to her neck, and tucking his fingers under her gray collar.

"Out", he said, tugging on her collar, urging her to crawl out of the kennel. "Stand up", he continued, getting to his own feet, "And clasp your hands together behind your back so I can get a good look at you". The smell of urine was strong...either from his new milk slut, or the other cages next to her. "I need you to do two things", he said, reaching for, and cupping one large firm tit in his hand, "Tell me out loud what will happen if you misbehave". He released her breasts, and slid his hand down, over the gentle feminine curve of her tummy, until the tips of his fingers grazed against the sparse brown, and silk soft pubic hair that crowned her cunt, "Then tell me your name".
 
Most people were oblivious to the numbers and results behind the production of meat and milk produced by the oblivious and unaware females stolen from their lives without any warning. Unless people worked for the Government they wouldn't know much about what happens behind the scenes, everybody knows that everyone's at risk of becoming these 'slaves' if they aren't successful or an intricate and needed part of society but nobody knew the true reality before it was too late.

The screams resonated within Eryn's broken mind, the images of blood flowing from those strangers throats leaving her feeling nauseous and sickened. All the brunette could imagine was her own Mother standing there and waiting for her fate to be decided, the thought that her slaughtered body became meat she could have consumed without knowing. Eryn quickly held her mouth before swallowing, her eyes trailing down before realizing that a few trickles of urine coated her cage from the fear and worries that haunted her mind. Even though she had been spared from becoming a meat product (for now) that didn't mean to say what she was being used for now was any better.

Her glazed eyes looked towards the footsteps nearing the cramped kennel her body was trapped in. Eryn's pupils dilated as her chest heaved with heavy breaths, evident fear transforming her body into a state of silent panic. The metallic door was opened as the man crouched before her, one of his large palms cupping a tainted, tear-stained cheek. The brunette wanted to flinch but movements were impossible inside something so small. Instead her wavering eyes pleaded for a reprieve as the man spoke, the touch eerily gentle despite the harshness of the strangers body language. "I do..." She muttered softly, those nightmarish images appearing again making Eryn turn pale with sickness. They would live with her for a very long time, if not forever.

He gripped underneath the collar wrapped around her neck before ordering the brunette to leave the confines of the kennel. Eryn slowly crawled on all fours like an animal before standing on bare feet obeying the mans orders without fighting since the consequences would be regretted. Eryn moved her hands behind her back before clasping tightly, her body on display for the man to see making her feel undignified and embarrassed but she tried to contain those feelings as best as she could. Eryn's body became tense underneath the strangers touch, her plump, soft breast being groped roughly causing the female to grit her teeth with evident discomfort.

It didn't stop there. Those fingers soon ventured towards her soft, pale pubes, the mans digits grazing over her virginal, tight slit forcing a few soft and audible breaths to leave her mouth, a shudder soon traveling through her body. "I... Will not be alive... And will end up like the others.. I will be punished...--" Eryn trembled with disgust before continuing, the hesitance obvious as she tried to keep the eye contact between them. "My name is Eryn..."
 
"Eryn", he said, nodding, turning, and slipping a finger under her collar, and leading her from the receiving bay. "Keep your hands clasped behind your back", he reminded her. The posture forced her chest out slightly, and firm, full tits up, while keeping her nubile body on display. And for some time, she would be on display, working in the market's front, and interacting with customers. Several of whom would expect special favors from the pretty slut. Which was fine with Anthony, as it increased business, and it wouldn't hurt Eryn at all to suck a few extra cocks each day. For the cum, of course. She'd be fed a cup and a half of cum from a local cum farm too, but the more she could get directly from the source, the better.

"Through here", he grumbled, leading Eryn through a plastic flap covered doorway into an anteroom of sorts. Additional doors led from it, into the market itself, the milking room, refrigerated storage, kennel room for his milk girls, and general dry storage. In the corner was a padded exam table, a toilet, an open shower stall, storage cabinets, and a medical, or commercial looking refrigerator. "First order of business", he said, dragging Eryn to the shower stall, and parking her under the shower head, "Get you cleaned up". He stood back, and mashed the pedal on the floor that controlled the shower head, and soaked the pretty cunt. The water came cold at first, but warmed quickly, and once she was thoroughly soaked, he squirted a copious amount of liquid soap over her naked body. "Wash. Pussy and ass too, I won't have you walking around stinking of piss", he said.

He retreated a few steps, and preparing her first heavy dose of hormones to induce lactation. Then a single white pill, the generic form of viagra. Which had the same effect on women as it did on men. It increased blood flow to the genitals, and a small daily dose would keep Eryn's little clit engorged. Lastly, a measured amount of viscous, cold, and slimy refrigerated cum. He laid out the syringe, the tablet, and the cup of cum on the exam table, and returned to Eryn with a mostly clean towel that he snagged off a hook on the wall. He stood, and watched her shyly scrubbing her body. There was an obvious air of innocence about the girl, something he looked forward to exploring, and eventually taking from her in ever more depraved acts over the coming days. She was a slut, and would be treated accordingly.

One thing did bother him. Her clitoral tag. It was required by law, and could only be removed after she was slaughtered, or with special permission from the government. Mostly pertaining to pleasure slaves, permission could be sought to remove clitoral tags, if their bar code was tattooed prominently on her body in two separate places. The inside of her thigh, just below her pretty little cunt, her ass, the back of her neck, or on one of her tits. It wasn't a sure thing, and he'd have to prove that she was indeed used for pleasure as part of her primary use. With milk sluts, it wasn't at all certain that he'd be granted permission, but as the application fee was only twenty dollars, it was worth a shot. He'd already ordered the single use tattoo strips for her.

"Dry off", he said, curtly, passing Eryn the towel, "Then bend over the table there", he finished, nodding toward the exam table. He gave her a moment to scrub the water from her body, then in a hurry to continue, snatched the towel away from her, dropping it on the floor, and led her by her collar to the exam table. With a hand on the back of her neck, he forced her over the exam table, pert, shapely ass exposed to him. He slid his hands down over each cheek of her bared bottom, spreading them, and peering down between them. Tiny little puckered asshole, the soft lips of her cunt, her yellow slave's tag. Two rather inviting holes, both of which would be filled with his cock before too long.

The syringe was first, and after uncapping it's needle, he plunged it deep into the right cheek of her ass, and depressed the plunger. Within hours her breasts would begin to ache, and by morning, she would find herself strapped into a milking rack, nozzles suctioned to her nipples. "There", he said, withdrawing the needle, and tossing the used syringe into the trash. "Turn around, open your mouth, tongue out". He dropped the tiny white tablet on her offered pink tongue, and pressed the cup of cold, slimy cum into her hand. "Drink up. All of it", he ordered the naked girl. "It's cum".
 
The voice uttering her name sounded evil against the mans tone. There was no reason to fight since Eryn would probably end up suffering major consequences, ones worse than what she was about to face and maybe the punishment would be ending up at the meat factory, a place she didn't want to see hence the reason for her undignified pleads that made them change their mind(s) about her. She was unaware of the plans they had up their sleeves, the whole process being a hellish surprise that would burn images and nightmares into the brunette's mind, she already regretted not being able to look away when the recent 'stock' were slashed before her, Eryn was thankful to not have seen the rest of the actions otherwise she wouldn't have just pissed with fear but vomited at the same time.

She felt those fingers tug her collar forcing her to follow him. The brunette was nervous and shy, her body language seeming tense and anxious as her eyes continuously looked around to observe her surroundings. There were many doors leading to unknown places although she could feel that they wouldn't remain hidden for long. She followed behind the man as they walked towards the corner of the room decorated with a shower, padded table, toilet and other pieces of furniture and needed decorations. The frightened female didn't have a chance to look around as she was shoved underneath the shower head with cold, almost freezing water enveloping around the entirety of her shivering body. After about 10 seconds the warmth removed the chilliness against her skin and Eryn almost settled into the heat.

Soap was soon squirted onto her skin, the rose and honey scented liquid cloaking her body and removing the urine smell that had tainted her flesh. Slowly but surely Eryn's hands roamed across the places needing to be cleaned. At first she avoided her cunt and ass despite being ordered to clean those areas however, once everywhere else had been scoured and rinsed Eryn knew she wouldn't be able to get away without cleansing those places too. With soft sounds of embarrassment she quickly made sure to rub those areas and disinfect them from any dirt or bacteria this man believed her to have. They were cleaned thoroughly before being rinsed off although Eryn didn’t finger herself to clean inside, she knew she wasn’t dirty there so she did put her foot down when it came to that... Especially since she was inexperienced in even the self-pleasure department. Eryn had focused all of her time studying, not learning about stuff like this.

Hisses of air escaped her when she washed around and over the tag that had been implanted into her sensitive skin. Eryn’s body shuddered underneath the water when soon the shower head stopped producing any, a towel being given to her alongside a stern order that should not be disobeyed. With shy and fearful hesitance she grabbed the towel before drying over her wet body, once again making sure she dried everywhere so that he couldn’t reprimand her for any defiance or mistakes but she was careful around the sore, throbbing area around her clit, the soreness and pain being evident upon her expression.

Eryn had attempted to slow down whatever process this was. Her hands slowly glided over her body to dry her soaked skin but with a forceful snatch it was taken from her and dropped onto the floor, the collar around the brunettes neck being gripped and pulled making her follow him towards the table equipped with three items, one being a small, innocent looking tablet, the other a syringe with a needle attached with the last being a suspicious cup of white. Her eyes widened and soon Eryn looked at the man, her big doe-like orbs pleading silently but it was futile, this was a losing battle, one she could not fight or win so what was the point?

The lack of hastiness had the man gripping her neck roughly with the females body being bent over the table without her consent or willingness to obey. Eryn’s body was flushed with color from the warmth of the water to the blood that surfaced against her skin with bashfulness. Slight squirming and writhing motions were made, the first display of her fighting back being shown since she was scared. Her breaths hurriedly exited her quivering lips when the man’s hands parted her voluptuous and curvaceous cheeks, the unexplored and tight pucker being visible alongside her virginal little pussy that still looked wet from the shower. “...Please” The word was soft and almost silent when suddenly a sharp, stinging pain was jabbed into one of her tender mounds. The brunettes body jolted but thankfully the pained sensation didn’t last long although the area was numbed slightly.

Eryn was then forced to face the man, her mouth opening slowly with her pink little tongue sticking out, the innocent white table being placed down with a cup being handed to her. At first the female was unaware as she looked into the thick white liquid that reminded her of paint but the strangers voice brought her out of those imagining thoughts, her expression filled with disgust and defiance. “I...” She went to speak, her throat dry and sore with concern as she swallowed the tablet without a drink. “Don’t make me... Please...” Eryn begged softly, the hand holding the slimey, cold and large amount of semen shaking, “I can’t do that... I’ve never— No... Please...”
 
Anthony watched as Eryn looked in her cup with a look of disgust on her pretty face.

“I can’t do that... I’ve never— No... Please...”

"Yes, Eryn, you can", Anthony said, "Here, let me hold that....", and took the cup from Eryn's hand. He held it up, out of the way, and slapped the pretty slave hard across her face. Her look of disgust turned instantly into a look of shock, then of pain, then of fear. "Let me remind you of what you are", he said, pressing the cup back into her hands, "You're a slut, a whore...and a damn cheap one at that. Cat food costs more than you cost me". An angry red mark, shaped like his hand bloomed slowly on her pale cheek, as she stared at him, tears brimming in her pretty eyes. "You suck cock. You fuck who I tell you to fuck. You give milk. And you always do as I say", he continued, his dark, angry eyes fixed on hers.

He lifted her hands, and her cup, now with droplets of water condensing on it's chilled surface, up toward her lips. "I could take you outside right now, in the middle of the street, and cut your throat. At most, I would get a ticket for littering", he growled softly at the naked slave. He tilted the cup to her trembling lower lip, the viscous, slimy cum inside sliding slowly, glutinously, toward the rim. "Every. Fucking. Drop", he announced, accenting each spoken word, "And the next fucking time you defy me, you'll find yourself on your hands and knees, being fucked by my very large German Shepherd, Max. With an audience of thousands", he snarled softly.

Anthony made a little extra cash by filming his milk sluts being fucked by his dog Max, an eight year old German Shepherd that had developed a taste for fucking pretty slave girls. He streamed those sessions live over the internet. Many of the girls even grew to enjoy it. Though he made more money off of those sluts who didn't, and who he always forced, as a grand finale, to suck the large beast off, zooming in as doggy cum squirted from around Max's meaty red cock, and the slave's lips. Of course, what he failed to mention to Eryn, was that she'd eventually find herself on hands and knees, being fucked by the large dog anyway.

That did the trick, and with a look of absolute horror on her face, Eryn tilted the cup further, spilling the slick wet mess of cum, from dozens of different men, into her mouth. "All of it", he said, crossing his arms, and taking half a step back, "And if any of it comes back up, we'll go visit Max".
 
The cold glass was gripped tightly in her palm as her eyes looked into the cup filled to the brim with a copious amount of cum, the DNA being mixed alongside the tastes which currently churned her sensitive stomach. Eryn looked at the man when he offered to hold the glass which she happily obeyed when suddenly the others large palm swiped over her cheek with incomparable anger, the redness of the print already forming and bruising against the pale complexion.

Eryn was surprised and pained as she felt the cheek with shaky hands, her expression going from defiant to shock then from pain to fear. Her wavering and wide eyes looked at the man as he spoke, her free hand continuing the soft and comforting stroke against the heat of her cheek. The brunettes watery eyes watched with horror as the man spoke about her in a degrading and humiliating fashion, calling her names despite not having endured these torturous schemes that seemed to be in her near future. Her lips quivered when soon the tears that filled her eyes escaped silently, her cheeks becoming tainted by the salty water as she wiped them away with the spare hand hovering by the sore cheek.

Soon enough the cup was being pushed up and towards her small, closed mouth. Eryn wrapped both hands around the cum-filled mug, at first attempting to fight back the man forcing her to drink such a disgusting and horrid concoction, one that smelled musky, animalistic and plain wrong however, the threatening words about slitting her throat in front of a watchful audience whilst only getting a ticket for littering— That showed exactly what state the world was in if someone only received a minor ticket infraction for slitting a salves throat and painting the streets red with blood.

The droplets or water that surfaced thankfully didn’t pass her defiant lips yet. Eryn was truly disobeying but again another honest threat was made about her being screwed and fucked by the man’s German Shepard, Max. Her eyes widened once more and she almost looked confused and frightened, the thought of being at the same level as a bitch in heat making her feel worthless and unwanted. “...I thought beastiality.... Was illegal....” She commented softly before realizing she may have stepped out of line talking so before the man could react or make a decision based off of those words Eryn decided to attempt to drink the horrid mixture held between her trembling palms.

Her lips parted as the cold, watery yet heavy and excessive jizz landed on her tongue before being swallowed with great difficulty . Eryn gagged and heaved before swallowing with concern, those were only the first few loads and there was much more to go. Her face grew pale, her eyes glazed. It was disgusting... Musky, potent and putrid— Little did she know she would live off of this stuff whilst also growing addicted to the semen like it was her drug.

After a few minutes of struggling she had finally finished the cup but now the brunette stood there holding her mouth. Quite suddenly she heaved before swallowing, the second taste of semen and slight amounts of vomit causing her eyes to water as she bent over with sickness. Eryn tried to compose herself as the heavy cream-like jizz swirled inside of her stomach with vengeance, her body standing straight as she eyed the man after finishing what had been ordered. Eryn couldn’t believe the words that she had been called and told.... And now she wondered whether staying alive was then right decision.
 
"Much better, Eryn", Anthony said, taking the drained cup from her, and dropping it in the trash. "We repeat that every day, but it's only a supplement to what you manage to get sucking cocks. Mine and others", he informed her. Fresher was simply always better. "Hands clasped behind your back, slut", he said, standing back, and giving her a quick visual inspection. Other than the red slap mark on her pretty cheek, she was presentable, and marks from being beaten by her owner was hardly worth even commenting on. She was almost certainly going to spend many days in the market with similar marks on her body. Her face, of course, her shapely little ass, her tits, even her pussy. Sometimes as punishment, and sometimes because Anthony simply wished to spank her. Such was her fate.

He left her standing by the exam table, and began rummaging through a cabinet on the opposite wall. Her earlier defiance had him worried, and if she unwisely tried to run, the collar would deliver a debilitating shock the second she stepped out of the shop. Powerful enough to render her unconscious, and in rare cases, could even be fatal. At last he found what he was looking for. A leash just shy of four feet long, loop on one end, and locking clasp on the other. "Head up", he said, walking back to his naked slave, snapped it onto her collar, and spun it's three tiny numbered wheels. "Just to keep you from trying anything else stupid", he said. He gave one bare breast a squeeze, hefting it's delightful weight in his hand, and rubbing his thumb across her rosy nipple.

"And now if you think you can fucking behave for the next few minutes....", he started, tugging on her leash, and leading her away from the table, "....I'll show you around your new home". He first showed her the room where milk sluts were kenneled. It was an unremarkable room. There were ten large cages, much larger than the one she'd been temporarily stowed in. Seven were occupied by curious, naked young women, who all stared openly at Eryn. One of the girls turned around in her cage, and pressing her naked ass up against the barred cage door, pissed. Her stream of urine gushing from her furred little cunt, and splashing onto the grated floor where it drained away. She then turned back around, and continued staring at Eryn. Anthony ignored the slut, and slapped one of the empty crates. "Eventually. This will be yours. But for the time being, you'll be staying with me", he said.

They moved on. Next was the milking room, dominated by it's large milking rack, with ten separate milking stations. Each had a name, or number written on a piece of tape. Each station was designed so it's milk slut was positioned on her knees, legs spread wide apart to accommodate a clitoral vibrator. Her arms would be bound behind her back, straps from above cinched tightly, and supporting the weight of her upper body as she leaned forward, tits dangling. Milking nozzles would be suctioned to her nipples, and for one hour, four times a day, the machine would drain her breasts, while her vibrator teased her sensitive little clit, hopefully forcing several orgasms. Anthony took a large ring from the wall, strung with dozens of small soft rubber cups, and began measuring them against Eryn's petite rosy nipples. One at a time, until he found the one that fit best. He then fished a marker from his pocket, and wrote '5R' on Eryn's left breast.

They moved on. The front of the market was through double swinging doors, and while not overly large, it still had a dozen rows of shelves stacked full with all manor of products for sale. There was a refrigerated section, half devoted to produce, and fruits, the other half to meat. There was a small sign above the meat section, written in bright orange, that simply read "Butchered Today!". It was full of chops, steaks, ground meat, ribs, roasts, and two specialty cuts called 'Whole girl', which were unskinned rump roasts, with sprigs of parsley tucked into their assholes, and a little olive oil smeared between their pussy lips to add a bit of wetness.

As he showed the new slut around, he explained her duties while on the floor. She was to clean, sweep, and mop as needed, assist customers, and help out at the register. "Every customer that enters this shop is free to do to you whatever they want", Anthony said, leading Eryn to a curtained booth, and showing her the interior. "They can fondle you, play with your tits, your pussy. Finger fuck you if they desire". He pushed Eryn inside the booth in front of him, and continued, "For every male customer that cums in your mouth, I give a 5% discount on their total bill". He turned Eryn around to face him, "Get on your knees, Eryn", he said, unbuckling his pants, and fishing his thick cock out, already growing hard in anticipation.
 
The slimy texture of the cold cum remained stuck to the insides of her throat as she swallowed continuously to try and coax the thick liquid further, the potent taste remaining on her tongue as she wished for something to help get rid of what stayed on her tastebuds. Eryn urged a few times, the nauseating feeling swirling around her sensitive stomach but thankfully the brunette managed to refrain from vomiting on the floor otherwise she may have been ordered to do more unthinkable things. When the larger man spoke she opened her mouth to speak before deciding against that decision, her life would be milking cum from strangers to apparently supplement whatever they wanted from her, maybe dying would have been the best choice yet she still couldn’t imagine being served as a main dish or bought for someone’s supper.

Without hesitating Eryn quickly clasped her trembling hands behind her back, the position forcing the brunettes breasts out again as her nipples hardened underneath the chill of the air and the droplets of water that soon dried against her flawless skin other than the red mark imprinted against the slapped cheek. When the man walked away Eryn thought about running and whether she would be able to escape however, her fearful body rendered her immobile and unable to move so she stayed still, the females bright blue eyes watching the male intensely as if gauging his next move. When he returned a leash was clipped around the hoop of her collar, the lock being set stopping Eryn from being able release herself from the pet accessories. When the stranger grasped one of her plump tits the female jolted but a hissed breath escaped when that large thumb began circling and rubbing over her sensitive nipple. She could not and would not moan or release any lustful sounds... Maybe that would bore them to not use her anymore however, then she’d end up as slaughtered meat.

After a few minutes Eryn was standing in the kennel where other females like herself stayed. They looked intrigued by the new presence yet lacked speech, their bodies moving to the bars with evident curiosity however, she watched one of the girls degrade themselves further by pissing out of the kennel, the urine seeping into a grate before she turned her attention back to the new girl entering their ‘home’. “...No toilets?” She mumbled to herself, not expecting an answer as it was more of an observation. Her attention was brought back to the man when a kennel was touched loudly to draw her eyes back to him. That would be hers one day? Eryn trembled and things went worse when the man said she’d be staying with him first. “What... Do I call you?” She managed to ask although not without looking regretful afterwards as if speaking was a crime.

They moved to another room and this one shocked Eryn, her eyes opening and wavering at what she was looking out. Milking racks lined the room, the contraptions being used for humans like herself rather than actual cattle but what was the difference? They were now forced to make products livestock were bred for; Meat, milk, entertainment... What a cruel world. She was distracted by the machines when her nipples were being measured, the rubber nubs going up sizes until the man found the perfect fit before marking on one of her breasts the sizing needed for when she was hooked up to the milkers. That thought alone had her trembling again, her legs buckling with trepidation.

She was beckoned towards another set of large doors, the room being smaller than the previous ones with shelves housing a range of products created by males and females alike. Milk, fruit, vegetables and... Meat. She read the sign before stepping backwards, her hands unclasping as Eryn held her mouth with disgust. The girls that had died today... The one's slaughtered back where they were dropped off-- They were there ready to purchase but the two that caught her eyes made her feel sick, her stomach churning aggressively. Two unskinned, evident bodies to portray rump-roasts, like pigs that would be skewered and cooked to serve as a feast... She had talked to them at some point in the van and now they were on display for the rich and the prestigious to buy and enjoy with them living their lives without fear.

Eryn quickly got into position as she tried to ignore what was going on around her. What this man said stuck in her mind despite seeming as if she was ignoring him. The brunette's body was then pushed and forced into a booth as she was told that customers would use her as they desired. They would fondle her, fuck her, finger her-- They could bring their pets to enjoy the female or savor her themselves... All for a fucking discount. Get on your knees, Eryn. She was forced to look at him, those wavering eyes peering down before a gasp fell from her mouth. His thick, engorged cock was on display, the hardness and size forcing her against the wall to get away from the man and his erection. Eryn was a virgin, she didn't know what to do or what was going on... She was scared. "P--Please... Sir... I can't-- I haven't-- Please don't make me..."
 
This time it was his left hand, across her right cheek. Just as brutally hard, without even a hint of hesitation. "I warned you, slut", he growled softly, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the few shoppers that browsed the market. He more than just suspected Eryn was a virgin, with no experience with sex at all, which made the idea forcing the pretty slave to her knees to suck his cock delicious indeed. The icing on that cake, was that she defied him again, knowing in advance what her punishment was to be. Nothing worked quite so well to extinguish rebellious fires in the bellies of new slaves like being mounted, and fucked by a large, virile dog. Nothing. And she was going to lose her virginity to the beast, while thousands of complete strangers watched eagerly. Anthony was even considering fucking her mouth at the same time. Humiliate, and shame the lovely bitch until she learned.

"On your fucking knees, cunt", he snarled, "I will teach you how". With his right hand, still wrapped securely around her leash, he reached behind her, and grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled down, hard. The only way to escape that pain was to follow in the direction Anthony was pulling....down, and she surrendered, and dropped to her knees. He did not release her hair, instead he continued pulling, this time forcing her face toward his exposed cock. He grasped the base of his cock with his free hand, and rubbed it's fat, meaty head across her tightly closed lips. "Look up at me, Eryn", he ordered her, "Eyes on mine". She did, pretty blue eyes opened wide in fear. "Open your fucking mouth", he growled, the head of his cock pressing firmly against her lips. She couldn't speak to protest, not with the large cock pressed against her lips, so she tried shaking her head instead.

Anthony released his cock, and reached down to slap her right breast. Hard. And again. "Open your mouth, Eryn", he repeated, again rubbing his swollen cock-head against her lips. With tears leaking freely from her clear blue eyes, and sobbing softly, she slowly complied, soft full lips parting a little at a time, until Anthony was able to force the head of his cock into her mouth. "More", he ordered her. She went from one extreme to the other, opening her mouth wide, and trying to prevent any real oral contact with the rigid cock then invading her mouth. "Give me your right hand", Anthony said, and taking her hand, wrapped her limp nerveless fingers around the shaft of his cock. "Hold on to it", he continued, "And keep your fucking eyes on mine".

He simultaneously eased his hips forward, while forcing Eryn's head to him, pressing the fat head of his cock against the back of her throat, forcing her to gag, and gurgle wetly, blue eyes blinking rapidly as fresh tears appeared. "Repeat that motion on your own", he ordered the frightened naked slave, "And don't stop until I cum. Which you will swallow", he added, eyes locked on hers.
 
As soon as the pleading words escaped her trembling lips Eryn was met with a brutal smack across the right cheek, the redness already surfacing and making the females cheek look relatively swollen and sore. Tears stung against the brunette's blue eyes as she looked away from the man who called himself 'Master', Eryn felt abused and unwanted despite being needed for this process she was involved in. One morning she was at school studying and thinking about what to have for dinner and now she was standing before this man who was holding his thick cock in one hand, his expression turning into a grimace when she begged for him to relent.

Despite being warned about Max, Master's dog, Eryn had forgotten about the truthful threat, one that she would soon regret forgetting after her mouth uttered defiant words rather ones of obedience. Being fucked by a dog was something she believed to be illegal, being fucked by animal on that matter however, Eryn wasn't intelligent enough to know the rules regarding the slaves that survived the slaughter process like herself but that was something that would come with time. She would soon learn exactly what her body was good for under Master's strict, cruel orders.

Being called a Cunt was harsh enough, especially in a degrading situation like this, but being forced into something that was foreign to the female? That was the icing on the cake. Some slaves may have already had sex, their bodies lacking the purity some men desired yet the experience they enjoyed training into a slave. Eryn hadn't touched herself, she did not know much about sex and the many sensations that revolved around the instinctive nature implanted into the human brain, their animalistic and primal desires coming out whenever they felt aroused or if ever they wanted to be powerful and controlling. With obvious hesitance she slowly fell onto her knees, a cry of pain and fear exiting her lips when Master's hand grabbed a fistful of her brown locks before pulling her forward. To stop her scalp from practically peeling Eryn moved forward at the same time as she was not able to fight what was happening, her virginal mouth getting closer to the masculine smelling cock, the thick head bobbing with anticipation at what was to come.

"Nn..." She mumbled, the noises sounding defeated as the tears slowly trailed down her red, painful cheeks. Her lips remained tightly shut as the mans cock head rubbed and pressed against the rims in a forceful manner. The order to look up was complied as tearful orbs continued sprouting in her blue gems, the females fearful nature on full display for the man to see. Her mouth remained tightly shut though as the meaty and engorged head tried prying itself inside of her mouth wet with worry but soon one of her sensitive, seemingly larger breasts was smacked, hard, as she shook her head, the impact clipping her sensitive and erect nipple causing Eryn to jolt with both surprise and anguish, a grumble of discomfort rumbling through her throat.

Slowly but surely the sobbing and saddened brunette opened her mouth, the quivering lips parting enough so the mans bell-end could push past the first barrier however, he wanted more so she opened her mouth further despite not wanting to as tears continued streaming down her wet, stained cheeks. Soon the females mouth was filled with dick, the taste manly and musky as it settled on her tongue, the sobs only providing more saliva to build up in her mouth and envelop the mans length. Eryn's right hand moved before being grabbed and limping wrapped around Master's girth, her shaky fingers attempting to hold and touch his erection but she was evidently hesitant and unsure, not meaning to be defiant but this was because of her lack of experience.

Her eyes never left the others although she could only wonder why he wanted to stare into her eyes. In a different situation this may have been endearing but maybe Master enjoyed watching those tears trickle down her face, maybe he was that cruel and sadistic that he got off of sadness and crying females. Suddenly Eryn gagged and urged around the cock sliding down her throat, the tightness of her walls convulsing causing her to react by gagging softly. More tears slid down her cheeks as she caught her breath, the females eyes looking down slightly to see what she was doing before looking back up. She was tentative as her mouth moving down the cock however, Eryn tried her hardest not to make herself gag, the slowness of the movements caressing her tongue gently as the veins throbbed against her wet muscle. Eryn finally obeyed as the meaty dick slid down her throat, another reactive gag happening as she broke the eye contact between them by closing her blue eyes but she tried not to stop sucking him off although her inexperience was evident in her sloppy licks, sucks and movements, the trembling hand holding the mans erection gripping harder as she tried her best.
 
Even though the slave was clumsy, and unsure of herself, after a few minutes of bobbing her head forward, forcing as much of Anthony's cock as possible into her mouth, and throat, he was close to cumming. With a hand on the back of her head, each time she leaned back, he applied pressure, urging her forward again, faster, the 'glurk, glurk, gluck, glurk' sounds of her mouth, and throat being fucked filled the small booth. Her pretty blue eyes were fixed on his, opened wide, tears streaming freely from them, her petite hand gripping the base of his cock firmly. It was a start. He would teach her, and perhaps have her watch while another more experienced milk slut sucked him off, and hopefully learn to improve her cock-sucking technique. "Almost...", he said, gazing down into her lovely eyes, watching as her tears carried away her precious innocence. "...a little more, slut".

There was slobber leaking from the corners of her mouth, and dripping from her chin. Cheeks red, tit red, tear streaked face, and mouth full of her Master's cock. She looked a mess, and not at all like the innocent young woman she'd started the day as. Anthony covered her small hand with his, gripping tightly, and forced her head close to him. His cock suddenly pulsed, muscular contractions jetting, and spurting his thick, musky cum into her mouth, as he grunted with pleasure. His warm potent seed spilled down her throat, and coated her tongue, which he felt working against the underside of his cock as she reflexively swallowed. "All of it, Eryn", he said as his orgasmic contractions slowed after the first half dozen rapid fire spurts of cum. He dragged her hand down the length of his still rigid shaft, milking a final fat drop of viscous cum onto her pink tongue.

"Your first blow job", he said, smiling down at her, leaving his cock resting in her mouth for the moment. "We'll have to mark this occasion some how". He left her on her knees a little longer, increasing the feeling of humiliation she had to be experiencing, enjoying the look of shame in her eyes. But there was more yet to show her, and Max of course would be waiting upstairs. Since it had been better than a week since the large dog had any girl pussy, he would be very eager to meet Eryn. "Up Eryn", he said at last, tugging on her leash as she climbed to her feet. "Hands clasped behind your back", he reminded her. From a stack of wash cloths on a shelf behind Eryn, he pulled one, and carefully scrubbed his cock clean, before using it to wipe Eryn's tear stained face, and the slobber from her mouth, and chin. He dropped the damp rag in a small bin there for that purpose, then fished his marker from his pocket.

After a moment's consideration, he wrote "COCKS" across Eryn's chest, just above her firm, youthful breasts, and added an arrow above that pointing up toward her mouth. "There!", he said, capping, and pocketing his marker, "We can't have customers thinking you don't know where cocks go". "Slut", he added as an afterthought, while yanking the curtains open, and leading Eryn back into the market. The two 'Whole Girl' roasts were missing, and a small sign sat in their place. "Sorry! We're Temporarily Out!". He showed her the deli first, and explained her duties there, then the register, where Bethany, the afternoon checkout girl looked at her with a bored expression. "That restaurant man bought your two butt roasts", she said, eyes not on Anthony, but the naked slave beside him. "He said to give you this". She passed him a card, which Anthony pocketed. "They're 'Whole Girl' roasts, at least when customers are within hearing", he reminded the girl, who looked no older, maybe even a year or so younger than Eryn. "Uh huh", Bethany responded, losing interest in the naked slut with "COCKS" written across her chest. "They're still butts though, aren't they?".

Bethany, as long as she was gainfully employed, enjoyed immunity from the collectors, and so she came cheap, and was a diligent worker. Simply put, if she were fired, she would immediately lose her immunity, and would be in very real danger of being visited by the collectors. In an odd twist, she could then be purchased at auction by Anthony, and find her own ass in the display case with a sprig of parsley tucked into her asshole.

Turning his attention to Eryn once more, he continued her lesson. "Since you're only a slave, you're not allowed to handle money. But you'll bag groceries, and carry them to the door for customers", he explained, showing her where the paper grocery bags were stored. "But no further than the door", he said, reaching to tap on her collar. "If you try to leave, this will deliver a shock powerful enough to knock you unconscious", he said.

To the side, back by the refrigerated display case, a young man of about 25 was studying the selection of meats, arms folded across his chest. "Eryn....", Anthony said, draping her leash over her shoulders, "...Hands clasped behind your back, and go ask that man if he needs anything".
 
The morning began with lessons about the government and now Eryn was learning about the sexual desires belonging to men and master's alike. Her mouth continued bobbing along the engorged length as she felt the cock pulsate against her tongue, the saliva inside of her mouth wrapping around the mans cock as the brunette sloppily sucked before swallowing the build up of precum and spit. Tears continued streaming and falling from her wavering eyes, the long, black lashes wet with water yet Eryn continued the eye contact between them so she didn't endure any punishments for disobeying the Master again. Any time her throat was infiltrated sloppy, gurgling sounds vibrated around her mouth, the unattractive and whoreish noises filling the booth and entertaining any customers who could hear the antics happening behind the curtain.

Being egged on didn't help since she was being degraded and humiliated. Eryn was being called a 'slut' despite lacking experience however, that did not matter, right now her body was being owned by this Master and she was his bitch in need of intense training. Tears stained her cheeks, saliva spilled from her mouth with her chin and neck covered with the escaped slobber staining her flesh. Eryn looked like a mess, the whiteness of her eyes red from the tears that left and showed her weakness. Within moments after feeling the mans hand on her own she felt hot, potent cum spill into her mouth, the thick jizz slipping down her throat in ropes before pooling onto her small, pink-colored tongue. She acted upon reflex before swallowing, the tip of her muscle caressing the mans pulsating cock that continued spilling blobs of semen into her mouth.

The taste was musky and powerful, her taste buds becoming overpowered by the Master's seed. Eryn had to swallow a few times as her throat was coated and caressed by the thick and heavy semen and when she finally thought it had ended a large, final pool of white landed on her tongue forcing the remaining tears from Eryn's beautiful eyes. The brunette's stomach was full of cum, the taste never leaving her mouth as her eyes wavered with shamefulness and disgust. Mumbles of despair vibrated around the head still lying inside of her facehole when finally the Master ordered her to stand which she obeyed. Eryn's legs were trembling as they buckled slightly, her body swaying as she was lead out onto the floor where a few customers walked by.

Her hands were clasped behind her back as something was written and drawn on her chest, she couldn't see what it was but Eryn could only look at the floor with shamefulness, the thought that she had been defiled by this barbaric man making her feel sick to the stomach. "..." Eryn had gone to speak but decided to remain quiet, she wanted to fight and tell the man to stop calling her such harsh names, she wanted to cry and scream and plead but that would only cause her more harm so she continued moving with silence despite the soft sobs still leaving her mouth, those wavering eyes continuously releasing tears that threatened to fall.

They walked towards a female who was standing at the deli counter and Eryn flinched when she overheard that the two whole females were sold. Who could be sick enough to buy them? Knowing this world there were probably needy, desperate men who purchased the unskinned females to fuck like they were alive before filling the dead, stuffed women with their own stuffing. Eryn didn't want to think about it and instead stayed still until she was addressed. Bagging groceries? Did that mean touching the meat here?... Before she could cause a dispute her eyes were drawn to a man around 25, one that the Master gestured to before ordering her to help him. With obvious hesitance she gulped before walking off, not going towards the door otherwise she would probably die from the possibly fatal shock given by the collar around her neck.

Eryn had finally gotten a good look at what was on her chest before, 'COCKS' written in large letters with an arrow directing people to her mouth. She could only hope it was a joke and nothing serious. With arms behind her back Eryn gulped before speaking softly, the words a mixture of fearful breaths and shakiness. "H--Hello sir... Can I... Help you with anything?"
 
"These", the young attractive man said, holding up two plastic wrapped packages of ground girl, "Do you have any more, like in the back, or something?", he asked, before actually turning to look at the attractive naked slave girl. His eyes dropped from her pretty face, to her chest, and full, perky breasts. He mouthed the word "COCKS" as he read it scrawled across the slave's chest. His eyes wandered down her exposed naked body, over the gentle curve of her feminine tummy, to the silky soft spray of sparse pubic hair that shyly hid her pussy from view. He reached down to toy with the yellow slave's tag that dangled from her cunt.

"Turn around", he said, placing ground meat back on the shelf, and wiping the watery blood on his pants. He didn't wait for the slave to turn on his command, he guided her with one hand, until her naked ass was presented to him. He licked his middle finger, and reached down to probe between her luscious ass cheeks until his spit wet middle finger grazed against her asshole. "I think I found another hole for cocks to go", he whispered to Eryn.

Anthony watched, enjoying the look of abject horror on Eryn's face, as the man fingered her tight little asshole. She squirmed deliciously as the stranger's finger pushed it's way inside her. More of her innocence shattered. Of course he hoped that the young man would ask to have his cock sucked by Anthony's pretty slave, but he seemed more interested in just fondling, and groping the slut. He let that play out for a moment, then walked over. "I believe we have more in the back", he said, taking Eryn's leash in his hand. "How much do you need?". The man considered for a moment, idly pinching, and twisting Eryn's soft nipple between his finger and thumb, "About four more pounds?", he asked hopefully.

"We might, I'll check", he said, giving Eryn's leash a tug, "Come along slut. Hands behind your back". The refrigerated store room was where they kept freshly butchered meat until there was room out front for it. It was also where Rudy did most of his butchering, and other prep work. Rudy, of course was done for the day, and the overhead LED lights gleamed on the surfaces of stainless steel tables, meat saws, and the like. A rack on the wall above one such table held an impressive array of wickedly sharp knives. Two large plastic tubs in the corner held the scraps that would be sold to a local processor once they were full.

He found a tub full of fresh ground girl on one of the shelves, about ten pounds, still bulk. Unwrapped, and unpackaged for sale. "Plastic gloves, Eryn", he said, turning her to her right, and nodding toward the dispenser on the wall. "Put on a pair". He gave her bare ass a slap to get her moving, then carried the tub of ground meat over to the scale, and wrapping station. He placed one of the larger sized styrofoam trays on the scale, and zeroed it. "Four pound, Eryn", he said, popping the top off the tub of ground girl. "It might still be a little warm. It hasn't been in the chiller for very long".
 
Eryn swallowed the need to vomit when the stranger held up a package saying 'ground girl', a pool of blood surrounding the meat with droplets seeping from the seemingly fresh product. All the color drained from the brunettes face, the nauseating sensations only getting stronger the more she looked at what the man was holding. The exposed female hadn't noticed the intent observation since she was distracted and stunned, her body trembling as she tried to find words to produce however, she was snapped out of her thoughts when the customers fingers tapped the yellow tag pierced into her sensitive skin that dangled from her virginal pussy.

Her eyes widened when the man uttered an order, one she didn't follow through with since she was clearly apprehensive about obeying as Eryn didn't know what would happen if she agreed. Without saying yes the young man turned her around with her perfectly plump ass facing the client. Eryn's breaths grew erratic again as visible panic overpowered her body. "Ah--" She gasped as she felt the wetness of a digit stroke over her ass, the foreign and unwanted contact causing her visible displeasure as she continued feeling sick to her stomach. "No... Please--" A hushed mumble escaped her quivering, fearful lips when the man spoke about finding another hole, he couldn't... He wouldn't--

A look of horror crossed over her expression with Eryn showing plain her aversion to what was happening. She could feel her tight, unexplored ass being breached, the burning sensation of her entrance stretching around the digit forcing a soft but pained cry to leave her mouth. She did not want this, how could this be happening to her? The slow thrusts made her legs buckle as the man continued, the free hand pinching and twisting one of her erect nipples until the soreness spread over the reddened nub. Before any more could be done she watched as Master walked over, the leash dangling from her collar being grabbed as a conversation brewed between them.

Thankfully this stopped what was happening and Eryn obeyed immediately so she could escape from the customer that had almost taken her virginity, the emptiness of her hole leaving a burning sensation behind. Her hands were behind her back as they moved towards a room that was freezing and filled with frost however, the smell that lingered in the air was irony and practically repulsive, a bloodied, deathly scent infiltrating her nostrils. She turned to face the larger male when he spoke, the mortified expression on Eryn's face clear as her eyes wavered and filled with fearful tears.

She had to touch meat belonging to females, ones that were strangers or ones she may have known through her life or even the ones from the van coming here. She stood there practically immobile before being swatted on the ass, the stinging on her flesh forcing her to move and grab gloves with shaky hands as they were dragged over her fingers for protection. A large tub was placed before her, the meat on display forcing Eryn to turn away, the female too scared to touch the 'warm' meat that was fresh and new.

If she didn't do this she would suffer the consequences of her choices... Although Eryn had forgotten that she had already disobeyed the Master, the threat to give her to Max still very much a promise. Without looking at what she was doing Eryn slowly reached into the tub, the feeling against her gloved fingers forcing an urge to travel up her throat. She swallowed whatever sick entered her mouth before grabbing a few large handfuls, her eyes looking at the scales when 4 pounds was shown. "There..." Eryn stated softly before stepping back slightly, her entire body shuddering as she grew paler and paler. "Why... Do you like my hands being behind my back?... And why did you want me to look into your eyes?..." She asked, an attempt at 'small talk' being made however, this was if she was even permitted to speak without permission.
 
Once the scale read 4.00 lbs, Anthony pulled a sheet of cellophane over the mound of ground meat, and pressed the 'ground meat' button on the scale. After a moment it spit out an adhesive price sticker for the package which read "Ground Girl, 92% lean. Non GMO Certified", along with it's weight, and price. Anthony slapped it on the package of meat, and sat it to the side.

"Why... Do you like my hands being behind my back?"

Anthony grunted, "Because I like showing off your body, and that position also forces your pretty tits up, and out. It's good for business". He placed the lid back on the tub of ground meat, and switched off the scale. "Same reason I'll be shaving your pussy. First thing in the morning. After your enema", he continued, placing the tub of ground girl back on it's shelf.

"And why did you want me to look into your eyes?"

Eryn was talkative. A good sign, and he didn't mind the pretty slut asking him questions. "It's a sign of submission, on your part", he started, picking up the packaged meat, and taking Eryn's leash in his other hand. "And it's arousing. You on your knees, looking up at me, with my cock in your mouth. Hot". He led Eryn back to the front of the market, not even having to remind her to keep her hands behind her back. He dropped off the ground meat with the young man, and led Eryn back to the anteroom, where she'd first showered. There was a set of curtained steps leading up to his apartment. He led her up, explaining to her that she would be staying in his home for the time being, up until he decided it was time to kennel her with the other milk sluts.

It was large, and spacious. Modern kitchen, attached dining room, huge livingroom, and a stone paved patio that stretched around three sides of the building. He showed her the master bedroom, and ensuite master bath. "You'll be sleeping in here with me. though on the floor", he said, pointing out what looked like a large dog bed on the floor next to the king sized bed. "At night, I will be using your mouth as a urinal too", he added, leading her back out into the open living room. Under the corner of a small area rug, there was an iron ring recessed into the floor, and after forcing Eryn to kneel next to it, he locked the loop end of her leash to it. "There!", he said, tilting Eryn's face up by her chin, "I think we're about ready to get started".

He pulled his phone from his pocket, and through it connected to his streaming server, then started the video camera. He smiled into the camera, and then launched into his introduction:

"Hi everyone! It's me Anthony again, and boy do I have a surprise for all of you!". He turned the camera around, and centered Eryn in the picture. "This is Eryn, my newest slave, and milk slut". He zoomed in the yellow slave's tag dangling from the girl's cunt. "She's a virgin, everyone, and only sucked her first cock this afternoon. About half an hour ago!". He zoomed back, far enough to display all of Eryn's nude body. "She's been a very naughty slut, and has disobeyed me twice today". He placed his phone on a small tripod, ensuring Eryn filled the frame. "As a reward for her rebellious behavior, I'm going to let Max fuck her. And you all get to watch!".

He left the camera on the tripod, and knelt in front of Eryn. "Are you going to do as you're told, or do I need to take a belt to your naked ass first?", he asked, lightly patting her still red cheek with his hand.
 
Once Eryn had picked up the ground meat she stepped back, her eyes looking down so that she couldn't see anything that was happening otherwise her sickened stomach would continue making the female feel nauseous. She was worried about being enveloped in a strong, unstoppable panic attack, the uncontrollable feelings of anxiety flooding throughout her trembling body. Thankfully the Master continued and finished what the customer had asked for leaving Eryn standing there uncomfortably hence the reason for the questions, she wanted to fill the awkward silence between them.

The first question was answered truthfully and Eryn took an instinctive step away from the Master, her clasped hands shivering behind her back at the thought of being forcefully shaved and given an enema to wash and clean her insides. The brunette gulped silently when her second question was answered without any consequences, relief seeming to pooling over her body when the man answered them without giving out any punishments although being a slave was punishment enough. "Submission..." She mumbled before thinking about the moment in the booth. Eryn had not submitted because she wanted to, instead she was overcome with fear and looked into the Master's eyes with concern that if she didn't she'd be introduced to something worse if that was possible.

After those few moments of idle chatter Eryn was lead through the store and towards where they first started before heading upstairs to where she would be staying for now. This would be her 'home' for the time being until she was ready to be kenneled and milked like the rest of the kept females, little did she know her breasts would be swollen and begging to be milked for relief come tomorrow, the swollen mounds pleading for comfort. They walked towards the mans apartment which was modern and exceptionally organized. She took her time looking around, her eyes observing everything about the apartment especially areas she could escape from and to... That would come in handy later on if she decided to try and run.

They entered the Master bedroom, the bed looking both comfortable and spacious for one person but when the Master pointed to the floor she eyed a dog bed where she would be staying. Eryn's whole body grew solemn when suddenly she turned to face the man, a look of horror on her face when he stated that her mouth would be used as his personal urinal. Animals and beasts alike marked their targets with urine, both inside and out as a way to 'possess' and 'control' their victims, was this what the Master was doing or did he just enjoy humiliating her? "...Please" Eryn pleaded before stopping, she knew begging would go nowhere good and decided against it.

She was lead back to the spacious living room before being forced into a kneeling position. The loop in the floor soon was clipped with her lead stopping Eryn from being able to go anywhere. Her eyes widened with visible anxiousness when the man removed a phone from his pocket, a strange introduction being recorded. Eryn's breaths grew heavy as she shifted with panic, her head looking around with eyes fearful and wavering, lips quivering with excessive frightfulness. There was no where to go, she was forced into this position with no means to escape.

Being spoken about like that had Eryn shifting to hide herself a little better, the females legs attempting to hide her cunt as she turned her body slightly so the camera couldn't zoom in too much. The camera was now on the tripod with the Master kneeling before her, a soft caress being planted against the redness of her sore cheek making her flinch slightly. "H--How... Can I do... What I'm told?..." She asked through sobs, the females tear-filled eyed gazing into the Master's own piercing orbs. "M--Max... I can't... Please..."
 
"Just do as you're told, cunt", Anthony replied, tugging Eryn down on to her hands. "knees apart, slut", he said, moving around the naked, sobbing girl, positioning her body the way Max preferred his girls. "Rest forward on your elbows", Anthony ordered the slut, hands on her ass, spreading her firm cheeks, giving the camera a good view of her tasty little cunt. "There. I"m getting Max now. If you move, I'll belt your pretty ass, and you'll still get fucked by my dog", he growled at her, standing up. He retrieved Max from his caged enclosure on the broad patio, and led him inside. He led Max directly in front of Eryn, and commanded the large beast to sit, giving Eryn a chance to admire the meaty red dog cock that was unsheathing in anticipation. Max knew what was going on, and knew he'd soon be fucking the pretty girl Anthony had brought for him, and was so eager that syrupy doggy pre cum was dripping from the tip of his exposed cock.

" I can't... Please..."

Anthony ignored her, and addressed his dog, "Stay Max". He moved behind Eryn, and dropped to his knees. "Rotate your hips Eryn, let's show off that virgin pussy of yours". She remained still, shivering, sobbing, pretty blue eyes wide open, staring at the thick red dog cock that would soon be inside her. "If you don't rotate your hips, and present your cunt, there's a damn good chance you'll have that dog cock rammed up your ass instead", he growled. "Of course Max likes it that way too", he added, using his hands to force Eryn to rotate her hips as he instructed her. "That's my good slut", he purred in a deep rumbly voice. "Max, come". Clawed paws scrabbling across the wood floor, Max yelped eagerly, rushing to join Anthony behind Eryn, tail wagging, cold wet nose thrusting between her spread ass cheeks, snuffling, warm wet tongue lapping at her pussy, and asshole. Anthony gripped Max's collar, holding the dog back, letting his excitement build. "You ready, boy?", he asked, "You want to fuck some girl pussy?". Max yelped, doggy hips curling forward, then back, as if already fucking her.

He released Max's collar, and slapped Eryn's bare ass. "Come on boy, get that pussy!". Max was large for a German shepherd, weighing in at an impressive 110 pounds. His cock was both thicker, and longer than a mans, and it was fully unsheathed. When released, the dog eagerly surged forward, mounting the naked bitch on the floor, hips thrusting forward, Red meaty dog cock stabbing and stabbing at Eryn's cunt, not quite hitting pay dirt yet, but trying, and trying. Anthony grabbed his phone, and held it under Eryn's spread thighs, showing his audience the fat red doggy cock probing at Eryn's virgin cunt. Again, and again the dog thrust forward, then all at once, the tip of that fat red cock found the entrance to Eryn's pussy, and with a powerful thrust, the animal buried the length of it's impressive cock in Eryn's cunt, shredding her virgin hymen, and forcing her pussy to stretch painfully to accommodate the massive cock. He kept the camera focused on the scene, fat red dog cock slamming into the girl's pussy, heavy set of balls bouncing forward against Eryn's clitoral slave's tag.

He moved around in front of Eryn, showing her face, tears streaming freely from her pretty blue eyes, crying out in pain as the beast brutally fucked her. "Hold still slut", he said, forcing Eryn's head up to face his camera. "Max will fuck you three, maybe four times, and then you're going to suck his cock".
 
Her face was one of horror and sadness, those teary eyes glistening beautifully underneath the light inside of the house as she looked in the Master’s own piercing optics.The words that slipped from her mouth were dry, her throat hoarse and sore from the cries and screams that had already been created throughout the day. Her body was forcefully repositioned into one where she resembled a bitch, her ass up and facing the camera recording every single moment of what was happening, the audience watching fucking their own slaves or pleasuring themselves, maybe even getting ideas for their next whore. Eryn’s unused pussy was on delicious display, the yellow clitoral tag dangling from her skin on perfect display for the watchers to see. The man’s words had her breathing heavily, the females body clearly under a lot of stress and concern as she heaved with anxiousness. The brunette could hear claws scraping across the floor when suddenly a large, oversized Shepard sat in front of her, tongue out and tail wagging slightly however, her eyes were focused on the erect, red, engorged cock that was fully unsheathed, the musky and animalistic scent already touching Eryn’s nostrils.

The begging did nothing to help her situation and instead the master moved around her body before ordering the sobbing, broken slave to rotate her birthing hips. Eryn didn’t comply and instead continued staring at the blobs of precum already dripping from the beasts cock, the dog continuing those piercing stares as if he knew he was about to enjoy a delicious treat. The promising threat had Eryn shaking her head with disbelief as she cried, the hips obeying the Masters final word showing off her tight, virginal cunt that was about to be fucked and wrecked by the large pedigree. “N—No!” She gasped aloud when the dogs wet, moist nose pressed against her unexplored folds, the tongue lapping at the pussy and tight pucker which made Eryn shudder with disgust, her head flailing causing the collar to dig into her throat forcing a few strangled sounds and coughs to leave her lips.

In seconds everything changed. The weight of the canine pushed against her smaller body, the Shepard’s entire frame mounting her like a bitch with claws digging and scraping against her delicate flesh. Eryn could feel the pointy, needy tip thrust and feel around for the entrance, her whines, whimpers and sobs louder for the Master and audience to hear when suddenly she screamed. Max surged forward with greedy movements, the entirety of the dogs pulsating and hot cock diving inside of her virginal cunt, the hymen tearing instantly as blood trickled out of her pussy and across her skin, a natural lubricant for the dog focused on breeding her. Furry, heavy balls slapped against the brunettes skin as his thrusts grew more animalistic, the pants and the heated breath touching her flesh. Eryn was crying loudly as pained cries were forced from her throat. She was forced to look into the camera, the words that fell from the Masters lips causing her to shudder as she defiantly looked away with tears falling onto the floor.

Eryn tried to struggle, her body fighting against what was happening but she couldn’t... The female’s filled cunt leaked urine onto the floor, her body soiling the ground with fear.
 
"As you can see", Anthony said, smiling into his camera, "Eryn does not seem to be enjoying that nice fat dog cock". He moved behind her, zooming in, and showing her petite, and tortured cunt. Piss dribbled from her, mingling with milky dog cum, streaking down her inner thighs, splashing on the floor beneath her. "I'll have to rub her face in that mess after", he said, "Naughty whore pissing on my floor!". Max backed away from Eryn, sliding his massive red cock from her pussy. Doggy cum spilled from the girl's cunt, running down between her slit, and dribbling on to the floor. Still unsated, Max shoved his wet nose between the cheeks of Eryn's ass, and began licking at the tight pucker of the girl's asshole. His unsheathed cock, an angry color of red, and knotted, hung beneath his massive, muscular canine body, cum dribbling, and spurting from it's tip. He still wasn't done.

Anthony slapped Eryn's spread ass, and called Max, "Come on Max, come on boy, fuck the pussy!". Encouraged by Anthony's words, the dog mounted the wailing bitch again, this time his cum dribbling cock finding the opening to Eryn's leaking cunt immediately. With his clawed paws raking across Eryn's pale, flawless flesh, he fucked the girl almost frantically, doing a gloriously messy job of defiling the pretty slave. As cum spurted from around the thick doggy cock filling Eryn's tightly stretched cunt, Anthony made sure to capture it all on his camera. Every drop, and dribble of cum, the weak dribbling stream of Eryn's fearful piss. Everything. "Look at that", he said into his camera, "Max is going to ruin her for men!"

He moved around in front of Eryn, careful to capture the blush of abject shame on the girl's face. When she tried to turn away from the camera, Anthony slapped her, hard. "Look in the camera, Eryn, and thank Master for letting his dog fuck you", he growled, actually grinning at her. Shame her, humiliate her, hurt her. It was excellent entertainment, and as slaves were so prevalent, and featuring so prominently in Adult Entertainment, it was the more extreme examples that made any money at all. While Anthony would never grow rich debasing his milk sluts, it still did put money in his pocket. And he enjoyed putting on those shows. Many of his customers watched those shows, and he could expect an uptick in business as curious men visited the Mid Town Market to get a look at the star of the show, get their hands on her, and their cocks in her. It was good for business.

Max was off the girl again, more of his cum streaming from Eryn's cunt, and Anthony, used to his dog's habits, knew he was nearly spent. Only two quick, but brutal fuckings. But there was still more to come. The Grand Finale was yet to play out. He called Max to him, directly in front of Eryn, and coaxed the dog into laying down, on his back, his fat red knotted cock in front of the slave girl's face. "Suck Max' cock, Eryn", he ordered, the camera in his hand recording the sudden horrified look on Eryn's pretty, heart shaped face. "And I want you to swallow as much of his cum as you can", he added, growling, and smiling down at his slave.
 
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