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

Violent thrusts lead to Max spilling cum inside of her like a waterfall, the canine's musky, creamy semen filling her womb and cunt until the excess dripped and mingled with the piss already streaming down from her wrecked and ravaged pussy. Eryn tried to ignore the Master's humiliating words however, Eryn started to believe that she really was a whore, a title she couldn't control since this was her life now, one she had begged for back on the van. The females swollen breasts swayed with every movement, her nipples erect as the medication began working. In the morning she would be secreting delicious, sweet milk like a lactating cow. When Max moved away milky cum spilled from her tightness onto the floor, the musky scented jizz mixing with her urine.

She gasped at the feeling of the dogs wet tongue pressing and circling around her virginal ass, her body clawing against the floor however, before the brunette could even get a reprieve another order was barked towards Max as her voluptuous ass was smacked causing the large, aroused canine to mount her again, this time the first thrust forward met with her abused and cum-filled cunt, the feeling of being stretched and raped again forcing more cries to fall from her lips. Sloppy sounds filled the air as he fucked his own cum, the sloshing and wetness surrounding Max's red, thick dick as the canine panted and fucked with a violent intensity leaving claw marks behind on her otherwise flawless skin,

When the camera was pointed at her messy, tear-stained, saliva covered face Eryn tried to look away but one of her already sore, pained cheeks was met with a harsh smack, one that left her reeling and mortified, the growled words sending another bout of fear through her thoroughly fucked body. "N--No... Ah! S--St-- Nngh... Stop--" Eryn's plead was a broken one, the words spilling between breaths, sobs, gurgles, coughs-- There was nothing she could do, kicking, squirming, crying, screaming... There was no way out unless she left in a plastic bag before being sold at the store as a 'ground girl meat' product or worse, a whole girl.

After a few more minutes Max unmounted her as bubbles and globs of cum spilled from her wrecked folds again. Eryn was breathing heavily, the feeling of blood, mixing with cum, mixing with piss tainted her body, the smell being potent and intoxicating as her sensitive nostrils were infiltrated by the powerful aroma. The brunette couldn't even catch her breaths when the Master spoke, the females eyes looking down at the canine who was lying there, his cock exposed and on display as trickles of semen already coated the pulsating organ. She was horrified before shaking her head however, the look in the mans eyes screamed 'no bullshit' forcing Eryn to obey despite not wanting to. With shallow and hesitant breaths she moved her head down, the sticky, strong-smelled cock pressing against her lips as she licked over the cum-dribbling tip, a gag happening as she couldn't enjoy the taste of dog seed.
 
Anthony reached for Eryn's hand, and forced her to place it on the base of Max' fat red cock. "Hold it up, slut", he snarled. "I will teach you to be a proper little whore", he promised, grabbing the hair on the back of her head, and forcing her down on the thick dog cock, until she gagged and gurgled as it entered her throat. "Up and down...", he continued, not quite as harshly, fist still locked in her hair, "And close your lips around his cock, I don't want you wasting any cum". Down, resulting in a wet 'glurk' sound coming from Eryn. Then up, pulling on her hair, and immediately down again. 'Gluck'. She tried squeezing her eyes shut as Anthony forced his naked slave girl to mouth-fuck the large dog, which resulted in her getting slapped again. "Eyes fucking open", he reminded her, leaving another stinging hand print on her cheek. "Deeper, whore", he growled, forcing her head down, and down, until she was heaving, and choking around the fat doggy cock in her throat. Max' hips were working in time with the plunging of Eryn's head. And then he started cumming again, resulting in a look of absolute horror on Eryn's pretty face, as her mouth began filling with doggy cum. "Swallow it. All of it", Anthony ordered her, holding her head down, as the fat dog cock pulsed in her mouth. "Sluts don't waste cum".

Max, finally sated, stood up, his fat cock dangling beneath him, unsheathed, and still dribbling cum, that splashed across Eryn's face, cock jerking with each pulse of thin cum. Anthony carefully captured it all on camera. "Good boy Max. Go.", Anthony said, before grabbing Eryn's collar, and turning her around to face the puddle of piss and mingled dog cum on the floor. "Naughty whores do not piss on their owner's floor", he said, forcing her head down, and smearing her face with the wet musky mess. "Up on your knees, Eryn", he said, tugging on her collar, then stood back and panned the camera from her tagged, cum dribbling cunt, up to her tear streaked, cum and piss smeared face. Both cheeks slapped a nice rosy red, hair tangled, and sticky with drying dog cum. Such a gloriously messy slut! "Now thank your Master for letting his dog fuck you, Eryn", he said, keeping the camera on her face, "Or I will take a belt to your pussy, and stream that too".

All in all, it had been a very productive, and entertaining day. Anthony was enjoying his new slave immensely, and poor innocent Eryn was learning a lot about what it meant to be a milk slut in Anthony's market, and home. An innocent, and pretty thing to be defiled, and abused, in addition to providing her owner copious amounts of warm, sweet milk. Any of the three remaining live meat girls would eagerly trade places for. Especially since the market had sold so much meat that day, another two would be slaughtered, and butchered the next morning. Anthony had every intention of forcing Eryn to pick which two girls would be next.

After forcing the pretty slut to mop up the piss, and cum puddle, he led her to the master bath, and had her squat in one corner of the large shower, knees spread far apart. So large it could easily accommodate half a dozen people. "Lift your slave tag, so I can see your cunt", Anthony said, stripping down, and stepping naked into the shower with Eryn. He showered himself off, leaving Eryn squatting in the corner, stinking of doggy cum, and piss, holding her clitoral tag up, showing off the no longer virgin folds of her pussy. Dog cum still dripped slowly from her cunt. Once rinsed off, Anthony stood in front of her, his cock in his hand. "Open your mouth, Eryn", he said, firmly pinching the base of his cock. Once the slut complied, he released the pressure on his cock, letting a stream of urine erupt from it's head, and directed it across Eryn's head, then face, and finally directly into her mouth, where it gurgled noisily, spilling from the corners of her mouth, and down her chin, shoulders, and over her firm, pink nippled tits.
 
The unfortunate teachings were followed through since Eryn had no room to disobey. All of the brunettes actions were manipulated by the overpowering man, the way those hands forced her own palm to wrap around Max's hot, throbbing cock being an example. She continued shuddering with alarm as she stalled the crude occurrence by being hesitant however, within moments after being degraded further the Master's harsh hand gripped into her messy, tangled locks before forcing her mouth closer and closer towards the canines red, engorged erection perfectly on display for her slutty lips to wrap around and suck. Her throat was forced to stretch to accommodate the musky, potent tasting member as unattractive tears continued messing up her usually pretty face. Gurgling sounds ventured throughout the brunette's mouth as she gagged and urged around the precum covered dick stuffed deep inside of her tightening walls. Eryn could not fight what was happening. The Master shoved her head down, and up, down and up-- The constant and pressured movements resulting in the female emitting wet, sloppy sounds as she tried to pull away but that was futile.

Another slap across her now swollen cheek, the redness and soreness spilling more tears from her eyes as they remained open, the wavering blues mixed with red from the soreness of how much she had sobbed today, the salt of the tears having irritated her sclera's. "Mmfnngh... Glucknnghmmf..." Eryn was struggling to breath as the man pushed her further down the canine's erection, the globs of precum coating her tongue as the strong taste overpowered the females senses. Further and further until her entire throat was speared and acting as a cock-sleeve for this canine who, despite being an animal, seemed to be enjoying the females advances since he began bucking those needy, mating hips before releasing a huge load of hot, heady cum that spilled straight down her throat landing in her stomach with ease. She couldn't swallow quick enough as excess semen spilled from her mouth with some trickling down her nostrils, the sensation of the thick jizz falling from her nose leaving a burning sensation behind.

Glug, glug, swallow. The taste was incomparable and disgusting, the headiness and muskiness staining her tastebuds as Eryn breathlessly sobbed despite having a mouth full of dog-dick. Within moments the canine stood leaving Eryn coughing, a few pools of cum-vomit falling from her mouth and onto the mixed pile of juices, releases and liquids, one that she was forced to look at through the semen that had rubbed into her face and around her pained and swollen eyes. Another humiliating moment as her usually silky brown locks alongside her tear-stained, messy face were forced onto the ground, the puddle of mess tainting her flesh as she smelled like urine, cum and sex, her body rejecting what had happened but the Master didn't care, instead he used the camera to record everything that had happened with pride, the audience also having had enjoyed everything that had been blessed to them.

Her face was dripping with a variety of liquids when soon she stared at the camera before looking at the cruel, horrid Master. Before she could even speak Eryn gagged again before looking away, the 'thank you' never having been said despite the threat that had been made, one that the brunette didn't want to endure since it sounded agonizing which was definitely unwanted by the frightened milk-whore. Being forced to stand had Eryn wobbling, the blood that trickled from her pussy visible as she walked with horrendous pain to where the Master lead her. Now she was squatting in the walk-in shower's corner, her legs open and the tag lifted showing off her ruined, stretched, bloodied cunt still filled with loads of cum. She should have fought and disobeyed but Eryn was broke, exhausted and scared. Instead she shakily opened her mouth when suddenly a strong, smelly stream of piss landed upon her face, her eyes closing immediately as the dirty urine coated her flesh before falling into her mouth.

Gurgles and coughs fell from the brunettes mouth as she swallowed a lot of what was released with the rest trickling down her body with some of the liquid coating her dirtied pussy, the piss actually helping clean what Max had left behind. Eryn tried spitting a lot of the urine out as she turned her head to try and escape what had happened, the slave's nipples growing more erect and swollen by the second.
 
His cock was growing hard in front of her, making it obvious he was finding her continued tortures arousing. He knelt in front of the squatting slut, and grabbed a fistful of her cum-sticky hair, and slipped his other hand between her spread legs to lightly smack her sore little pussy. "We're going to get you cleaned up", he said, thrusting two fingers together into her aching cunt, and fucking them slowly in and out of her. "Then I'm going to take a belt to your cunt. As promised", he growled, slipping his paired fingers from her. Another long stringy glop of doggy cum followed, which dripped slowly to the shower floor. "First though....", he started, giving her pussy another stinging slap, "....since you seem to think it's ok to piss in your cage, and piss on Master's floor, you're going to empty your bladder right now". He ran his hand from the tip of her exposed clit, down deep between her spread thighs, to the tight, and still virgin, pucker of her asshole, and back up again.

"Do it, Eryn", he said, hand cupped against her pussy. "Do it now, or next time Max fucks you, it will be in your little asshole". His cock was fully erect, a mute warning that Eryn would soon find it in one of her holes. A look of studied concentration came over her face as the slut bore down, and after a moment, a thin stream of piss began dribbling from her pussy. It grew in strength, splashing into Anthony's cupped hand, which he lifted to smear the piss over Eryn's face, then dipped it back between her thighs. Her body warm piss was soon gushing from her cunt, soaking Anthony's cupped hand with the straw colored liquid. "Filthy little whore", he whispered happily, smearing her face with more of her urine. Fear had already emptied most of the slut's bladder, and her strong stream of piss quickly dwindled to tiny little drips, and squirts. "And now you've got your piss all over Master's hand", he snarled, giving her head a shake. "Lick it clean".

The poor slut had already had her mouth filled with refrigerated cum, Anthony's cum, his piss, and Max's doggy cum, adding to the taste of her own urine to that mix seemed the logical thing to do her. Jerking her tangled stinking hair painfully did the trick, and Eryn extended her pink little tongue and began delicately licking the wet piss from her owners hand. Fingers splayed apart, so Eryn could lick between them, he gave her a full minute to complete her foul task. "One other key item I forgot to mention to you, slut", he said, sticking his fingers into her mouth, "When you're sucking cocks down in the market, you need to come find me, and show me the cum in your mouth before you swallow it". The idea occurred to him while she was being forced to mouth-fuck his dog, an added bit of degrading treatment to increase her humiliation. The thought of the pretty whore wandering around the market with a mouthful of slimy jizz was just too delicious not to implement immediately. "Dog cum as well", he added cruelly.

"Up on your feet, smelly whore, and get yourself cleaned up". He stood, cock jutting lewdly from his body, and pulled Eryn to her feet, and pushed her under the spray of warm water. "Get all that cum out of your pussy too. And scrub your asshole". He rinsed himself quickly clean of their mingled urine, then stepped out to dry himself off, leaving Eryn alone in the large, glassed in shower. "Hurry it up, so I can beat your fucking pussy", he grunted at his tortured slut.
 
Once the Master was finishing pissing all over her sticky, smelling body Eryn felt those rough, uncaring fingers grab her brown locks of hair tangled and matted from cum and urine, those eyes wavering as she looked into the mans eyes before letting out a cry that echoed throughout the bathroom when her sore cunt was smacked, the sound ricocheting against the bathroom walls. "Ah! N--No!" She pleaded when her pussy was roughly fingered, the cum that stayed inside of her pooling out into the water, the sticky, thick dog-jizz being forced from her aching, tightening insides. Eryn sobbed softly before gasping another sound of anguish when he smacked her swollen clit and bruised folds, the stinging sensation sending shocks throughout Eryn's abused body as she leaned against the wall for support, her body weakening with the pain inflicted upon her.

Soon she could feel those fingers forming a cup underneath her cunt, the words that fell from the Master's mouth being one's she should obey rather than fight. It was evident she didn't want to agree however, the threat about Max fucking her virginal asshole scared the female into action. Slowly but surely she concentrated on producing what was asked of her, the stream of urine coming out slowly before turning into a stronger stream of piss that landed in the mans hand. She hadn't expected her face to be smothered in the diluted colored liquid so Eryn ended up sniffing and swallowing some of it as choking coughs escaped her sticky mouth.

This was repeated once more but thankfully she braced for the smothering, the smell of her own bodily fluids covering the entirety of her sticky, dirty body. Being called a filthy whore had her sobbing softly, the degrading words effecting her mental stability before a pained groan fell from her lips, the man's hand tugging roughly at her hair which, this morning, was beautiful and silky and now tangled and disgusting. Those dirtied fingers pressed against her mouth which was forced open, the females tongue popping out as she tasted and licked those piss-covered digits. Eryn made sure to do this properly despite the slowness alongside the tears streaming down her face. "Mmf..." She grunted softly when the Master shoved two fingers into her wet mouth, his words forcing Eryn's eyes closed with sadness.

There was no reprieve given when it came to humiliation. Every second was filled with an insult or an action resulting in her being objectified and emotionally, physically and mentally hurt. She would have to hold thick, slimy jizz inside of her mouth, cum belonging to various men of different ages alongside chosen animals to fuck her mouth. It would be warm before turning cold, the shown jizz needing to be swallowed once it was shown. Eryn began wishing she hadn't spoken up... Death was a better life than this. Finally she was allowed to stand but her eyes remained on the Master's bobbing cock, the thick erection threatening to show itself inside of any one of Eryn's holes, the thought causing the young female to shudder with disgust. There was no end.

The water was welcomed. Eryn washed her hair with the provided soap alongside her sticky body. The smell of cum and urine fell down the drain as she cleaned herself up thoroughly. Eryn slowly but surely used her small, delicate fingers to open the folds of her cunt, the spray of water entering her pussy to wash out the remains of Max that had grown cold on the insides of her tightness. Her other hand washed her other pucker too but she didn't finger herself, she was too sore to endure any more... But from the sounds of it he was about to cause more anguish which stalled her exiting the shower. Eryn continued cleaning herself well, her body immobile as she stayed away from the waiting Master.
 
"Time's up, get your ass out here, Eryn", Anthony said, growing impatient. He reached into the shower, snapped the water off, grabbed Eryn by her upper arm, and dragged her from the shower. He used his damp towel to scrub the pretty slut mostly dry. Her hair was still a bit tangled, but she looked...and smelled....much better. Clean enough for more attentions from her owner, at any rate, though she'd have to spend a few minutes in front of a mirror before Anthony would let customers see, or use her. "Let's go, Eryn, it's time to spank that cute pussy of yours". His cock, still rigid, bounced against Eryn's hip, as he turned her around, and gave her a shove toward the bedroom.

"Get up there", he growled softly, as they approached the bed. From the bathroom, his phone started chirping in the ring tone exclusive to the front counter of the market. "Get up there, slut. Hands and knees, present your cunt", he said, clearly annoyed. But, as it was a call from the market, and they didn't call unless it was very important, he decided to give Eryn a reprieve of a couple of minutes. He retrieved his phone, and answered it, silencing it's annoying chirp-chirp-chirp. It was Bethany, which prompted Anthony to ask why she was still there. "Terri's running late. There was a big sweep for slaves, and they had the roads blocked off", she said around an obvious mouth full of food...she was apparently helping herself to a free dinner along with the unexpected overtime. "Is this why you're calling me?", Anthony asked. "No. The restaurant guy is here again. He says it's really important".

His cock, which had been moments before rock hard, and eager to explore the pleasurable depths of his new milk slut began to wilt. "Fuck", he said into his phone. The 'restaurant guy' was Tre Fong, a Michelin Starred genius, and head chef at La Boheme, which would be catering Anthony's party that Saturday. When it came to preparing, cooking, and presenting fresh girl to his wealthy diners, the man had no equal. He was also Anthony's biggest commercial customer, who frequently tipped his hat to the Mid Town Market, on his weekly TV show, "Dinner With Chef Tre", as the best place to get freshly butchered girl. "I'll be right down", Anthony said, terminating the call.

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Tre Fong was pushing fifty, if not older, and affected a simpering metro facade. Black skinny jeans that barely came down to his ankles, his trademark purple "I Don't Fuck(up) Meat" sleeveless T, and sockless cheap white trainers, accompanied with his ironed, oil slick colored hair which hung down to the small of his back, along with copious amounts of eyeliner, and shadow just screamed....well it screamed something. But as Tre was a committed asexual, exactly what he screamed was anyone's guess. And if there was any Asian blood in him at all, he kept it well hidden. He had at least rid himself of the god-awful goatee, which he used to dye in different colors, depending on his mood, sometimes changing it several times a day.

Tre Fong actually did have Asian blood in him, from his Chinese grandfather, it was simply so dilute, that it was impossible to tell by looking at him. Even the name 'Tre Fong' was made up, and which he legally changed his name to after winning his first Michelin Star at the young age of 28. Now he had a problem, a problem that only Anthony could help with. To Bethany, he was the weird restaurant guy, but he'd arrived, clearly agitated, and insisted, and Insisted that he needed to speak with Anthony immediately.

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Anthony quickly dressed, while he had Eryn parked in front of the bathroom mirror brushing her hair. Had it been anyone but Tre Fong, he would have ignored the frantic summons, and finished the enjoyable evening with his new milk slut. Hopefully it would present but a brief delay in Eryn's continued torment. He led her downstairs, pausing to warn her to be on her very best behavior, pausing just before entering to refresh the faded "COCKS" written across her chest, just above her tits, and the arrow pointing up toward her mouth.

"There you are!", Tre Fong, said, smiling, and setting aside the untouched cup of coffee Bethany had given him. "Oh, it's late, I know, and....", his eyes turned to Eryn, ".....lovely. Stunning", he concluded, though not as a man appreciating a lovely nude young woman, but more as a cook, appreciating a particularly fine, and well marbled slab of meat. "Not for sale, Fong", Anthony said, immediately recognizing the man's appreciation, "She's my new milk girl". "Ah. Pity", Tre Fong said, waving a hand dismissively in the air, "If she doesn't work out though.....", he ended, hopefully.

"You were saying?", Anthony asked, redirecting Tre Fong's attention. "Right, right", Tre Fong said, nodding, "I need five whole girl roasts by tomorrow afternoon". He went on to explain that Anthony's Mid Town Market was the only place they could be found, and beyond that, he wanted to pick the girls himself, (they needed to be a bit on the plump side) at the processing center. He would purchase them, Anthony's butcher would process them, he wanted only the roasts...the remainder of the carcasses were Anthony's to do with as he pleased. He would also pay Anthony double the cost of the meat girls. Anthony readily agreed. His butcher would have a busy day of it, but it was simply too lucrative a deal to pass up on. Not to mention any positive comments Tre Fong would make about the Mid Town Market.

"One other small thing", Tre Fong said, eyes turning again to Eryn, "A friend of mine. He has a horse ranch outside of town, and has a number of stallions that need...milking". Milking of their cum, Anthony knew, which was considered a necessary dietary supplement for high end meat girls. It was usually acquired by lesser slave girls, by stroking, and sucking those massive horse cocks, sometimes even being fucked by them, until the thick musky cum gushed into their mouths, or cunts, which was then spit, or dribbled into collection vessels. "A girl or two like this pretty one", he said, nodding toward Eryn, "Just one or two afternoons. For the next few weeks", he added hopefully.

Anthony thought that would be just the thing for Eryn. He agreed immediately.
 
Rather than stalling and finding herself safe underneath the flow of the water she found herself feeling the wrath of the impatient, angered man that was threatening to beat and bruise her cunt which was already sore from being fucked and stretched, her virginal self only being true to her tight pucker now, a place where Eryn couldn’t imagine being fucked and rammed into. She was dragged roughly from the shower before being dried with quickness, the harshness of the towels material scraping over her reddening body leaving the brunette a little damp but much drier than before.

She gasped when Anthony’s solid, bobbing cock pressed against her hip, the hotness of the erection touching the females cooling flesh as she was pushed towards the bedroom, the sound of a phone filling the air. Another push alongside an embarrassing order forced Eryn to obey, her body too afraid to suffer any more consequences if she dared defy the man any further. She crawled onto the bed as Anthony walked off the fetch the phone that was ringing, the call being answered although Eryn couldn’t hear much over her pounding heartbeat alongside the soft sobs leaving her small, quivering lips. The brunettes body shuddered as she spread her legs, her already tightened cunt on display to feel the fury reign down against her sensitive, sore skin, even though the reprieve should have been accepted Eryn was feeling more tense having to wait for the man to return.

When Alan returned she had noticed a few things. The first being that his hardened cock had softened into flaccidity, the second being that the man’s face was scrunched into an expression of annoyance and impatience. Quite suddenly she was forced from the position she was in before being pushed towards the bathroom where a brush was thrown at her alongside the harsh order to ‘brush her fucking tangled mess’. Slowly but surely Eryn found herself having silky locks again, the knots and tangles disappearing leaving the strands of brown feeling soft and healthy again although she doubted her hair would stay like this for long.

After this Eryn was dragged around before having the faded ‘COCKS’ with an arrow pointing towards her lips drawn on again. She had hoped Anthony would allow the words to have been washed off but apparently he wanted everybody to know her mouth was available for the taking. Cha Ching. Profit for the big man if she proved herself to be a good skull fuck. Not long after making herself look ‘presentable’ with Alan’s orders being ‘Don’t misbehave or else’ she was standing before a man who was flamboyant and odd looking, those eyes observing her body like a slab of meat, the words not being accepted as kind compliments but ones that held horrid, hungry intentions.

She backed away slightly, her body almost touching Anthony as she practically hid beside him at an attempt to feel safe. Thankfully the larger guy stated how she wasn’t for sale before using the term ‘new milk slut’ which had the goateed stranger dismiss her before making the comment of ‘if she doesn’t work out give her to me’. The subject was gratefully changed by Anthony as they started speaking about some party where whole girl roasts were needed, 5 to be exact that would be needed for tomorrow. A horrible thought for the girls who would be lining up to face that terrible and bloody fate.

Eryn tried tuning out of the conversation however, she was soon brought back in when Tre Fong looked at her with eyes gleaming with amusement. Her eyes widened with evident fear and disbelief at what was said before she turned to Anthony when he agreed without hesitating. Stallions. Horses that were large, powerful and impossibly monstrous. They wouldn’t think about letting one of those— No... Multiple of those mount females like herself. Would she be touching them? Licking them? Sucking them? Spreading her legs to them? Eryn shuddered and quickly turned to face the taller man before tugging his shirt with worry. “I... I can’t... That’s too much... Please...” She breathed before looking at Tre for support with her shimmering eyes and shaky legs. “Don’t... Don’t do this... Please...”
 
“Don’t... Don’t do this... Please...”

"Shut the fuck up, whore", Anthony responded, sliding one hand down to cup, and pat her naked shapely ass. The task Tre Fong was asking for was a no brainer, really...Eryn needed to be exposed to as many cocks, and cum as possible. In as short a time as possible. It would hasten her addiction to the thick, syrupy, and musky ejaculate, and it didn't matter to Anthony if it was human cum, or dog cum, or horse cum. "And the next time you open your cock-hole, the first word out of it will be Master", he growled softly, dipping a finger between the round cheeks of her ass, to tease against the tight, and still virgin pucker of the girl's asshole.

Tre Fong nodded his approval, folding his bare arms across his thin chest, "Yes", he said, "These...girls, they need a firm hand at the tiller". He reached down to tug at Eryn's yellow clitoral slave's tag, eyes sweeping up, and down Eryn's naked, exposed body. "And she's new, eh?", he asked, tugging on her tag, forcing her to push her hips forward against the sharp pain, then releasing, causing the slut to thrust her hips back, impaling that tiny virgin hole on her Master's finger. "Has she been cleaned out yet?", Tre Fong asked. "It's key, you know", he added, turning his head slightly to the right, watching Eryn's face. "Not yet", Anthony admitted, his finger buried just to it's first knuckle in Eryn's tight asshole.

"Rid her body of toxins....", Tre Fong breathed, eyes focused on Eryn, watching the tortured expressions play across her face, "....it makes all the difference". He suddenly stopped, eyes opening wide, staring at Eryn's plump, and juicy tits. "She's in milk?", he asked, swiping a finger across Eryn's turgid nipple, and bringing it to his mouth. "Oh....", he said, almost rapturously, "Oh dear....". He sucked his finger noisily, then swiped it across Eryn's other nipple, capturing another fat drop of milk, and brought it carefully, greedily to his mouth. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head...theatrically...sighing, licking, and sucking at his own finger, "So sweet...so.....innocent".

Anthony wasn't even aware she was already lactating. He'd ordered the milk slut to inform him when her tits began aching...but she hadn't said anything. Tre Fong leaned forward, hefting Eryn's left tit in his hand, and took her nipple between his lips, and sucking hard, drew it into his mouth, and pressed it tightly against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He was rewarded with a warm, sweet spurt of milk, to which he groaned with obvious pleasure. He leaned back, composing himself, "Delicious", he exclaimed, "But she will go sour if you don't clean her out right away". He clapped his hands together, "Now!".

"Okay....", Anthony said, taken aback by Tre Fong's sudden excitement, but as one didn't argue with Tre Fong, he was willing to follow the man's lead. "Two parts ice cold water, two parts ejaculate, two parts warm urine", Tre Fong said, waving his hands in the air, "Now! Right now before it's to late!".

Anthony grabbed a handful of Eryn's hair, and jerked her head back, "On your hands and knees....present your sluttly little cunt like before, and your asshole pointing almost up". He pushed her down to the floor, and turned his attention to Bethany, "Stand, bags, cold water, funnel, and the fresh gallon of cum in the back refrigerator". Tre Fong nodded, "Urine first. I assume you have fresh urine handy?". Well, he didn't. He'd just pissed all over Eryn not half an hour ago, and as there was no immediate way to get it from Bethany's cunt, into Eryn's tight virgin pucker, the only source would be Tre Fong. "This once", Tre Fong said, dropping to his knees behind Eryn's spread, naked ass. Anthony grabbed a squirt bottle of olive oil off the counter, and handed it to Tre Fong.

Tre Fong dribbled the slick oil between the spread cheeks of Eryn's displayed ass, and let it trickle down over her suddenly clenching asshole. He fished into his black skinny jeans, and pulled out his surprisingly large cock....already hard. He rubbed his cock-head up and down the crack of Eryn's ass, then smeared the greasy olive oil over her asshole. "...every day", Tre Fong grunted, easing his hips forward, until his thick cock overcame the frantic resistance Eryn's virgin body offered. He held her there...not fucking the pretty girl, just letting his rigid cock sit there, just inside the slut's asshole. "Every single day", he said....concentrating, and then a warm stream of piss erupted from the head of his cock, spilling into Eryn's ass.
 
Previously Eryn would have fought more however, right now she was much more meek and reserved in confronting Anthony despite still having tried to protest her rights, but the brunette had to learn that she had no more rights, they were in the hands of this man who had full control over her body and her actions and there was absolutely nothing Eryn could do to stop him. She had tried and failed on various occasions so now she should just accept her fate to prevent any harsh punishments from reigning down upon her unsuspecting body.

She had not provided Alan with the title ‘Master’, Eryn was trying to stop that from falling from her mouth hence the reason for her meekness and quietness at times although her mouth opened to emit a loud gasp as she looked down to see the man’s finger graze over her tight, virginal asshole as he seemed to tease the unexplored entrance in a threatening fashion. Quite suddenly the stranger grabbed her clitoral tag before yanking the sore piercing. Eryn hissed with pain as her body following the harsh tugs but when she was released the brunette lost all control of her body.

She bounced back against Alan’s finger as the digit buried itself deep inside of her hole forcing a cry of pain and surprise to exit from her quivering lips. The sensation was painful as she felt like she was burning, the minuscule tears appearing against her tight, constricting walls, her clit swollen and throbbing from the harsh attention Tre had shown her. Eryn tensed as she could feel the finger wiggle and press deeper, her entire body jolting at the unwanted sensation when soon the conversation had taken a turn she hadn’t expected.

They wanted to ‘rid her body of toxins’ and Eryn looked between Tre and Anthony with mortified eyes and a horrified expression. They couldn’t be talking about enemas, right? That was something she had learned at school, how there were people addicted to enemas because they were germaphobes and wanted to rid themselves of bacteria or because they loved the feeling of being clean and pure from the inside out. Some partners would never be intimate until their other half had an enema just to make them clean. Her head was shaking softly when suddenly she watched as Tre moved forward, one of his digits grazing across the underneath of her swollen, aching nipples before bringing the milked flesh to his lips.

She had realized the heaviness of her breasts alongside the soreness of her nipples but Eryn thought this could be a side effect from the medication she had been given in the beginning by Anthony, she hadn’t known this was the beginning of her milking session. Tre was dramatic as he moaned with enjoyment before scooping another stray milk that lactated from the other side, his excitement evident although the man grew pushy as he ordered Anthony around so she wouldn’t spoil. Eryn felt her heavy, milk-filled breast being grabbed before the man’s mouth wrapped around her nipple causing the female to gasp, an involuntary moan falling from her lips as she convulsed and shuddered. The odd feeling of pleasure traveled throughout her body as warm streams of milk fell into the strangers mouth, the electric sensations driving Eryn wild despite wanting to fight, but she couldn’t, it was too much... Little did she know her body was slowly submitting to the ‘milk slut’ title.

“Ah—” She gasped with a hiss when Anthony dragged her hair before forcing her onto the floor in the same position as she had done on the bed. Hesitantly she obeyed with her ass resting in the air, her legs spread enough so her small cunt could be on display. They were watching while orders were given out; Cum, urine, cold water— And this was all going to go inside of her. Eryn breathed heavily, her body panicking, her chest heaving when, with little warning, she felt hands grab her hips as cold oil spilled around her tight pucker, oil which was smeared and spread by something solid and hot... Tre’s cock. She couldn’t speak when soon she could feel the incredible tightness open, the burning sensation making the female writhe and practically push against what was entering her, the talk about this happening ‘every day’ making her aware of what was expected of her.

And then, once the thick head had stretched her enough, she could feel something hot pour inside of her, the strong stream of piss being unable to escape before traveling throughout her body to help clean and sanitize her insides. Moans. Groans. Breaths. She scraped at the floor as tears covered her cheeks but she did not fight as she was being filled with warm, fresh urine.
 
Bethany returned quickly with the requested items...she kind of enjoyed watching the slave girls being tormented, and didn't want to miss any of the fun. Especially where the new slave was involved....she looked just so very innocent, which magnified each indignity forced on her pretty, young body. She was completely heterosexual, but to herself, she admitted being aroused watching the slave girls being abused, and she was actually hoping Anthony would smack the new girl around a bit more, (she'd been peeking between the private booth's curtain and wall, watching as Anthony forced the girl to suck his cock earlier, slapping the pretty slave's face, and tits when she didn't respond to his orders).

Anthony, (who was completely aware of Bethany's 'curiosity'), accepted the equipment from her, and extended the stand, as Bethany poured nearly a quart of icy cold water into the enema bag, then topped it off with an equal measure of slimy, cold refrigerated cum. She mixed the slurry by squishing the bag around with her hands, until cum, and water were well blended. Anthony extended the long plastic tube, and clamped it off with a plastic clip. He twisted the thick, six inch wand to the end of the tube, and dribbled olive oil over it. "Pay attention, Eryn", he said, dangling the wand in front of her horrified face, and kneeling beside her. "Everything that goes inside you, stays there until I say otherwise", he warned her.

Warm urine was one thing...it was uncomfortable inside the slut's body, but that was all. The icy cold slurry of cum, and water was something else entirely. It would cause excruciating painful cramps, more so as Anthony would be massaging her slowly distending abdomen to distribute the torturous mix deep into her gut. Her body would rebel against the invasion, large intestine clenching painfully, forcing the cold liquid further up inside her body.

Tre nodded to Anthony, and gradually eased his hips back, withdrawing his thick cock from Eryn's painfully stretched asshole, until Eryn's violated pucker squeezed tight as the unwelcome invader was withdrawn. Tre stood, and neatly tucked his cock back into his jeans, and folded his thin arms across his chest. "Quickly", he said, "Time is of the essence!". Anthony pressed the fluted tip of the wand against Eryn's asshole, and twisted it inside her. It widened toward the base, then pinched down, like a locking ring on a butt plug, and as he slid the entire six inches of the plastic wand inside her, her asshole pinched down tight around that narrowed ring. He slipped his free hand under her, just above the mound of her pussy, and began a slow, and heavy massage, pressing his fingers up, as he released the plastic clip on her enema hose.

"Herbs", Tre Fong said. The icy cold water-cum slurry flowed down the plastic tube, and into Eryn's poor little ass. "Pardon?", Anthony asked. The cold slurry was gentle at first, as it was quickly mixing with the warm piss already inside her. "Herbs", Tre Fong repeated, "It will impart lovely hints of flavor to her milk. Cardamom, and citrus. Mint and vanilla. How do you think Briarstone Dairy consistently wins awards?", he added, waving one hand in the air. He walked around the slave girl to study her face. "Her milk is already sweet...very sweet. Temper that with lemon grass, or even lemon thyme, and some vanilla".

Eryn shuddered, as the first of the painful cramps hit. Bethany almost gasped out loud, eyes opened wide, fixed on the naked girl. "A little of each in her daily enema. Don't overdo it. And don't blend her milk with others", Tre added, fishing his phone from his pocket, and studying it's screen. "6 am tomorrow then? Meet at the Valley View processing center. They get all the fat girls from the suburbs across the river". Tre Fong turned to leave, casting a glance at Bethany, almost pausing to say something, then changed his mind, and left.

Half the slimy cold slurry had already flowed down the plastic tube jutting from Eryn's asshole, and into her body. Her abdomen was starting to bulge, as Anthony massaged her aching tummy, forcing that liquid deeper up her bowel.
 
The brunette couldn't believe that the other female was watching with enjoyment glistening within those eyes. Eryn had hoped that maybe she would be stuck up for as 'girls stuck together' but apparently that was not true in this current world, those who were slaves and slabs of meat were evidently treated terribly compared to those who were good enough to beat society and work for the sicko's that continued producing females like herself for the human race's satisfaction. Eryn hadn't noticed Bethany's presence when she was being forced to suck Anthony's cock in the booth but what she could see was the arousal alongside the heated breaths exiting those lips... She was as worse as these cruel, delirious men.

For the next few moments equipment was being exchanged, the sound of sloppy, moist stirring catching her attention but Eryn didn't dare look around, instead she stared at the floor as small droplets of tears silently dropped onto the ground as she despaired quietly. The sloshing sounded thick when finally there wasn't anything heard which meant whatever they had made was ready to be presented and inserted, the enema being put together by Anthony which only made the brunette panic more, the breaths escaping her lips growing more erratic by the minute. Eryn's teary eyes widened with horror when Anthony knelt beside her, the man's voice uttering her name as something long and unfamiliar was dangled in front of her, something that would soon be forced inside of her virginal pucker that had been breached by Tre's bulbous head.

"What..." She went to speak but Eryn soon stopped as she slowly learned not to fight against the mans orders despite being obviously fearful, her body shivering with evident fright and anxiousness as she grew more scared by the second. "A--Ah--" The brunette let out a held breath when Tre pulled out, her small hole tightening once more as the urine inside of her remained deep, no droplets seeping from her entrance since Tre had waited before pulling out. Now. Time is of the essence. As soon as those words were heard Eryn let out a howl of pain, the females body jolting as she scraped her nails into the ground when the wand was screwed and shoved deep inside of her ass-pussy, the burning sensations making her cry with despair and anguish as blood spilled from the tears in her not-so-virginal ass.

Once her hole was tightening around the unwanted invasion she could feel Anthony's fingers press and massage her gently, the only time he would ever seem gentle with her before the clip was removed with the slow, cold liquid entering her hole. Eryn could hear them talking about herbs however, her mind was focused on something else. She was suffering immensely, the thickness of the solution breaching her hole before traveling inward, the massaging being clear now since he was forcing Eryn's body to accept what was slowly going into her stomach. It happened so suddenly and Eryn's eyes couldn't have been any wider as she clawed the ground, her stomach writhing as an intense amount of pain cramped throughout her body.

She tensed up as tears fell onto the floor, the other females gasps of enjoyment being heard within the air between them. The men were talking but Eryn couldn't focus on the words, instead she was evidently suffering and crying aloud as the waves of pain grew stronger, especially when more of the cum water mixed with the urine already sitting within her stomach and bowel. "I... Can't--" She breathed through another cramp, the female feeling as if she was having contractions because of how painful the sensations were proving to be. "--Help..." Eryn cried before looking at Anthony, "H--Hurts... I can't take it..." Not many people could since this wasn't a typical enema. "Ah!... P--Please!... Help it not hurt!" She begged before dropping her head and sobbing, her body convulsing when another bout of cramps tore through her core.
 
Bethany had given up trying to hide her own arousal. Hell, the only people in the market was herself, Anthony, and the slut. The lovely, weeping slut. Her fingers traced down to the hem of her jean mini skirt, and traced slowly over the bare flesh of her inner thigh, inches from her very wet pussy. God! She wished Anthony would let her hurt the girls, but he wouldn't. He always said no, rather forcefully, whenever she hinted that she should be allowed to. She didn't want to fuck the girls, oh no. She wanted to hurt them, badly. Cut them. Make them bleed, make them cry like Eryn was. And shit...she was ready to cum right then and there, but couldn't use her regular excuse of needing to go to the bathroom, in order to stroke her clit, and cum, and cum...so deliciously! Nope, she had to stay there and help, and couldn't even really help, not the way she wanted to. The burning sweet tingle of pleasure between her legs increased exponentially as Eryn suddenly howled out in pain, begging Anthony to help her....

"Ah!... P--Please!... Help it not hurt!"

Anthony responded by reaching up to squeeze Eryn's half full enema bag, forcing a sudden gush of chilled cum and water into her blood smeared asshole. "Master", he growled, catching a fistful of Eryn's hair, and jerking her head up. This was simply too much for Bethany, and with a cry of her own, she spontaneously came, "Fuck..fuck, oh fuck!", crouching forward, and nearly tipping over Eryn's enema stand. Gripped in paroxysms of pleasure, Bethany was rendered useless, eyes wide open, staring at Eryn, mouth agape, as the Orgasm From Hell slammed into her. This was why Anthony never let her touch his girls. Pain was just so arousing to her, that he was certain that she'd get carried away, and end up actually damaging his sluts. He cast a baleful glance at her, momentarily drawing his attention away from Eryn.

"Master", he repeated, turning his attention back to Eryn, as the torturous slimy mix of piss, cum, and ice cold water filled her descending, her transverse, and her ascending bowel. A cold sweat beaded Eryn's naked body, her arms, and legs quivered, and she was close to passing out from the intense pain. His fingers dug deep, massaging her distended abdomen, as her body tried painfully to rid itself of the liquid. "Learn to fucking say it, cunt", he continued, squeezing her enema bag again. "Say it", he growled, "Or I will make it hurt even worse". Both tears, and sweat dripped from Eryn's pretty face to the floor, as that evil concoction forced it's way into her small intestine. Her eyelids fluttered, as the pain suddenly increased...then faded, and with a sigh, the pretty milk-slut collapsed in a naked heap to the floor, her ass up, and her enema wand jutting from her bloodied asshole.

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Bethany was gone, sent home early, since it was obvious the Slave Sweep had pretty much paralyzed the entire down town area, and no more customers would show up. "Perfect fucking timing", Anthony groused out loud. Rudy called, and Anthony filled him in on what was to transpire the next day, "Figure 7 or 8 meat sluts, I'll need 5 processed right away, whole girl roasts". Anthony allowed the rest of Eryn's cum/water slurry to drain into her, then disconnected the plastic tube from her enema bag, leaving the wand sticking lewdly out of her asshole. The one way check-valve internal to the wand prevented anything from leaking from her. In total, Eryn was out for a solid thirteen minutes, and as she came to, the gripping pain in her gut returned. Anthony had stripped naked, and his cock, hard again, extended obscenely from his lap, it's fat round mushroom head inches from Eryn's face, precum wetting the small slit at it's tip.

"Fucking hurts, doesn't it", he asked, as Eryn shuddered on the floor. He forced the nude girl up on her hands and knees, and pointed her toward the back of the market. There was a bathroom for employees not ten feet from Eryn, door open, the white gleaming porcelain toilet just so close. And out of reach. "Crawl", Anthony said, standing, and leading Eryn by her leash. Not toward the toilet, but away from it. To the back room, where Eryn had first been scrubbed clean, and above a grated iron sluice on the floor.

He positioned her above it, knees spread wide, and as she gasped, and writhed in pain, he pressed the head of his fat, hard cock against her lips. "Master....". Her abdomen, full of cum, piss, and cold water, hung low, distended in a painful curving swell, almost as if she was pregnant. He pinched her nose shut, until in an effort to breath, Eryn opened her mouth. He shoved his rigid cock inside her mouth.

"Say it, around my cock", he whispered, a handful of her hair tangled in his fist, "Master".....
 
The sounds of pleasure and aroused breathing caught her attention once more. Eryn did turn her head slightly to catch the glimpse of Bethany watching her like a hawk, those piercing orbs glazed over with sensuality as she watched the onlooker play with the denim material, those fingers ever so close to her pussy which, Eryn could guess, was probably wet with arousal since Bethany was visibly getting turned on by watching her writhe in pain, the anguish upon her expression arousing the female more so Eryn tried turning her head to hide the look upon her face as she hissed and groaned, another cry falling from her lips as the noise echoed within the room. Another sicko that seemed to blend perfectly among Tre and Anthony alongside Rudy and the rest of them she had yet to meet.

Once Eryn had begged she regretted having spilled those words. A harsh gush of the freezing and thick blend spilled inside of her hole before being forced to travel throughout her intestines as the mixture rested deep within her cramping, tense bowl that sent painful sensations shooting throughout the delicate females small body. Master. He repeated which caused Eryn to hoarsely scream when another bout of soreness flooded her body, the female writhing once more as she sobbed, her cheeks stained with tears as the paleness reddened from the strained despair. Eryn cried with pain as those other female cried with pleasure. Bethany came, hard, as she crouched onto the floor and stared at Eryn, her body shuddering with desire, the desire to hurt, the desire to cum again-- And Eryn shuddered with fear, pain and sadness. A complete contrast to the other female.

The bag was almost empty as she was filled, her body wanting to reject the horrid mixture hence the pain that overpowered everything else, even Eryn's sense of reasoning. She cried, her nails digging into the floor, her body growing heated when, within seconds, her face fell onto the floor as she became unconscious, the pain having been too much although this didn't stop her ass from staying in the air, the bloodied hole still seeping with the crimson color which mixed together with the concoction inside too.

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Calling Anthony Master was the most degrading thing ever. This would mean she would submit herself to the man even more, becoming a slave to the others orders and control. When Eryn came to it took a few seconds for her to realize where she was until the pain tore through her bowel from more making her cry aloud again, the melodic anguish a beautiful song to Anthony's ears. She looked forward to see the mans large, veined cock bouncing with need, a bubble of precum already dripping from his slit which meant that Anthony was feeling aroused from the sight of her crying, writhing and drooling,.

She was forced onto her hands and knees again which made her wince and groan, her body being forced to follow and crawl... The bathroom that was close growing further and further away. She sobbed softly as she ventured to where she had started as she rested over a grate on the floor, her legs wide as she gazed into Anthony's eyes with her own pleading expression. Before Eryn could even react to the 'Master' comment her nose was blocked forcing her to breath through her clenched lips, but when they parted the bulbous, precum-covered head filled her mouth as another wave of pain flooded her tortured body. "Mmf!" She gurgled as her hair was pulled, those teary eyes maintaining eye contact as she stooped down to another level.

"Mffasta..." Eryn mumbled, the word 'Master' slurred but audible.
 
"That's a girl....good girl, good slut", Anthony grumbled, forcing his thick cock just a bit deeper into Eryn's mouth. Leaving his cock in place, he slid his free hand down Eryn's back, and over her naked ass. "I better hear that word from your cock-hole every time you fucking open it", he added, gently rocking the wand jutting from the girl's ass...back and forth, back and forth, easing it gradually from her tight little asshole, until he was able to slide the entire 6 thick inches from her. "Do not make a fucking mess, or you'll be licking it up, cunt". The magical part of Eryn's first enema...as the tortuous liquid was finally expelled, pain was replaced with endorphin fueled pleasure, and thanks to the increased blood flow to her pussy, because of the Sildenafil she was given earlier, that's where she would feel it.

"Let it out, Eryn", he continued, pressing the round head of his thick cock against the back of Eryn's throat. A thick stream of mingled piss, cum, and water, erupted from her little pucker, accompanied with a groan of relief. Everything in her large bowel was rinsed away, leaving a nice clean hole for her Master's pleasure. The first of many, though future enemas would at least potentially be less traumatic for her...depending on her owner's mood, and Eryn's behavior. Even though she'd passed out for several minutes from the intense pain, they could still be made more painful. Anthony had a lot of practice...mostly with his milk girls, but sometimes with surviving meat girls too, until it came time to slaughter, and butcher them.

And Tre Fong's words stuck with him. Spices. It was how Briarstone won so many awards. They dominated whatever contests they entered, and their girl milk commanded truly eye watering prices. He'd tasted a little...once....months ago, at a luncheon Tre Fong had hosted, showcasing the many ways fresh girl could be prepared and served. And Anthony trusted Tre Fong's judgement. Vanilla he had at the market, but lemon grass, or lemon thyme he'd have to look into. He never heard of either one before, but if he could find one, or the other, he'd follow the chef's advice, and give them a try.

Another long grunt, and moan from Eryn as more of the thick liquid squirted in a stream from her asshole. "Feels better, yeah?", Anthony asked. Two and a half quarts was a lot, and it would take a while for her body to rid itself of all of it. He looked down at her, cock still filling her mouth, her pretty eyes still turned up to him. "It's starting to feel good, isn't it?", he asked. "Maybe if you're a good slut, Master will turn you around, and fuck that nice little pussy of yours". He smiled down at her, "Or Max. Maybe I'll let you choose".
 
Her mouth stretched to accommodate the Master's monstrous cock that throbbed and seeped precum against her moving, wet tongue, the bulbous head now touching the back of her throat causing her uvula to react which, in turn, made Eryn gag uncontrollably, the sensations forcing more tears to stream down her cheeks and taint the pale skin underneath the salty droplets. Once the wand was pulled from her twitching hole Eryn was overpowered by a sensation other than the pain she had previously experienced, instead sensations of pleasure flooded her senses and nerves, the overwhelming feelings forcing erotic sounds to fall from the females mouth around Anthony's cock that was still stuffed deeply inside of her wet cavern.

Then a threat was made about cleaning the mess up, a mess that had expelled from the depths of her bowel which made Eryn feel concerned that if the filthy liquid spilled onto the floor rather than through the grate then she would be forced to clean everything up... But not with her hands since Anthony wouldn't go easy on her after disobeying the Master's orders despite having no control over the situation. She could feel an incomparable heat rest inside of her cunt with the slave growing wetter by the second as some of her arousal traitorously dripped from her sensitive folds when suddenly the feeling of needing to expel the unwanted liquid forced through her body like a wild, ferocious current.

It was then where she felt the heated mixture fall from her tight pucker, the strong stream of piss, cum, water, blood and feces slipping from her bowel into the grate that captured everything perfectly although a few splashes had made their way onto the actual floor. With each push Eryn shuddered, her frantic breaths also catching the smell of what was leaving her body. She could smell blood. She could smell cum and sex. She could smell piss and worst of all she could smell shit. Despite the nauseating sensations flooding her stomach Eryn was moaning like a bitch in heat when, without warning, she came, the strength of the climax being incomparable as she dryly fell over the edge, her body convulsing intensely as she practically screamed and cried with the traitorous, unwanted lewdness of her overpowered body.

More liquid squirted from her hole as she orgasm'd, the muffled screams and cries wrapping around Anthony's solid cock that still rested inside of her face-pussy. Eryn was still convulsing as she was spoken to, her glazed and teary eyes looking into Anthony's orbs... How had she climaxed from nothing? From expelling the insides of her bowel? Had it really felt that good?... Then why did she feel unsatisfied? "Mmfax..." She spoke, mentioning Max's name so that she could avoid being fucked by the man called her 'Master' otherwise she may truly fall into Anthony's hands with how she's feeling at the moment... And that would be a major weakness. Even though she didn't want to be fucked by a dog she would rather not risk the feelings she was suddenly feeling growing stronger.
 
"That's my good slut!", Anthony growled softly, forcing more of his thick cock into Eryn's moaning, mewling mouth, "Cum for master". She cried out, and moaned, working her shapely hips, pussy dribbling the shameful evidence of her orgasm down her inner thighs. Her moaning, her gagging, the way her throat convulsed around the head of his cock, almost stroking it....milking it, her pink little tongue caressing the rigid cock stuffed into her throat as she tried to say "Max". He understood her. He understood why. It didn't phase him. Whether she liked it or not, she was his slut, his filthy little cock-hungry whore. And she really did need to get used to being mounted by the beast, as Friday night was fast approaching, and Max would not be the only dog fucking her tight little pussy.

Anthony plunged two paired fingers into her cumming, squirting cunt, feeling her powerful orgasmic contractions squeezing, and squeezing his fingers. "You're not done yet", he announced, rather triumphantly, slipping his fingers from her juicy cunt, and wiping them on her face. He growled happily, face fucking the pretty slave, her body hunching each time she gagged and heaved as his cock penetrated her throat. "So much fun", he said, grinning, and jerking her head back, forcing her to keep her eyes on his. "Now, get your filthy whore ass upstairs". He slipped his cock from her mouth and slapped her face with it's thick, hard length. He stood, and dragged Eryn to her feet by her hair, and turned her around to face the stairs that led up to his apartment.

His clothes, discarded in a heap on the stainless steel, and padded table next to them, were at least partially folded....belt curled on top of the pile. He ignored the clothes, and grabbed the belt. Wrapping the nearly two-inch-wide leather belt around his hand, he used it to encourage Eryn to move faster, whipping her naked ass with it as she scurried up the stairs in front of him, causing her to cry out in pain, and try to shy away from his belt. Upstairs, he grabbed a handful of Eryn's hair, and dragged her to "her spot", and forced her down on her hands and knees.

He knelt in front of the slave girl, rigid cock resting against her chin. "This is how the game works", he said, sliding his free hand down her curved back, and over her firm round ass, to plunge his fingers into her still dripping wet cunt. "Call Max", he said, fucking his fingers in and out of her pussy, with a wet, and lewd sound that echoed through the large living room. "You have to tell him to come fuck the pussy", he continued, grinning down at his slave. "Slap your little whore ass, and call him".
 
The intense orgasm rocketed through her body, the uncontrollable sensations betraying the females mind as she moaned and groaned around the thick girth stuffed inside of her throat. The skin showed evidence of the mans thickness, the bulge moving whenever Anthony rocked his hips forcing Eryn to gag and convulse around him in an erotic display. The muffled 'Max' that vibrated down towards his hilt made Eryn feel like a disgusting whore choosing a dog, an animal to breed with her rather than a human however, she had her reasons-- Eryn did not want to give Anthony any more power than he had although this would probably bite her in her ass sooner rather than later.

As she was cumming her sensitive, sore cunt felt Anthony ram two fingers inside before pressing against the convulsing and tight walls that tried to reject the intruders before welcoming them inside of her wet, whoreish pussy that was made to be the perfect little cock-sleeve for beasts and humans alike. The poor female's throat was abused and used, the vicious fucking inside of her mouth bruising the thin layers of skin which, in turn, had Eryn's voice grow softer and more hoarse. Tears continued streaming down her cheeks, the pale flesh tainted and stained by the forced droplets as she felt the soaked fingers drenched in her traitorous arousal stroke across her face leaving a snail-trail of juice behind. How humiliating.

Eryn had been close to vomiting when Anthony pulled away, the saliva-covered cock smacking her face roughly before she was dragged onto her feet by the Master's fingers that were entangled within her messy, long locks that were beginning to get tangled again. The brunette walked forward slowly, her legs trembling as she came down from the strength of the climax when suddenly a harsh, stinging sensation whipped across the delicate area of her ass. Eryn gasped and skipped forward slightly, her hands trying to cover the area where he was targeting when soon she was lead to 'her spot' with tears continuing to leave her eyes. Everything he did to her was painful... There was no reprieve.

Once she was on her hands and knees Eryn's eyes widened, her body slouching and growing weak when Anthony thrust a single digit inside of her sore cunt before adding a second with ease. "Ah--" She groaned as her dripping pussy was aggressively fingered, the erotic sounds of wetness entering the air as Anthony spoke about the 'game' he wanted to play. If she didn't obey he would hurt her... But if she obeyed she would get fucked by a dog-- But she knew what that was like... Although she was still unaware about the knot dogs were known for. After a few moments of hesitation the sobbing brunette smacked one of her plump cheeks as she spoke, the words melded together with the shakiness of her tone. "M--Max... C--C'mere boy..."
 
"Present your cunt the way I showed you", Anthony said, forcing Eryn to rotate her hips, arch her back, and show off her wet little pussy. "Now look up at me", he continued, and as she did, he slapped her hard across her face. "Tell Max to come fuck the nice pussy", he growled, still fingering her luscious little cunt. Max had already arrived, padding into the living room, and sitting directly behind Eryn, his fat red dog cock already partially unsheathed, it's tip dribbling doggy pre-cum on to the floor. Anthony slapped Eryn's face again, "And thank Master for letting Max fuck you". He wasn't going to let up on the pretty slave, and he would continue to abuse her, cause her pain, treat her like nothing more than a cheap whore to be fucked, a receptacle for cocks, and cum. And she would eventually grow accustomed to her role, gradually growing addicted the sweet cum she was being fed, until she learned to beg for more cock, and even beg to be abused by Anthony.

He slipped his fingers from Eryn's juicy cunt, and called Max, "Come, boy, fuck the pussy. Get the pussy, boy!", words punctuated by slapping Eryn's bare ass. Max leapt forward, shoving his cold wet nose between Eryn's spread thighs, eagerly snuffling, and licking his warm, wet tongue over the slave's wet pussy, and over her tight puckered asshole. Anthony shoved his fingers, dripping with Eryn's whoreish pussy juices into her mouth. "Suck them clean", he ordered, as Max started mounting her, his furred hips hunching forward, stabbing his red cock through the air, closer, and closer, until the animal folded his forelegs around Eryn's waist, just above her hips.

"From now on, when you're up here, remain on your hands and knees. You're going to be Max's bitch", Anthony said, grasping the base of his cock, and shoving it's fat, wet head between Eryn's lips. "When he wants pussy, you're going to be a good little whore, and let him fuck you". It was obvious when Max finally penetrated Eryn's young, pretty cunt, as she cried out as eight thick inches of needy, pre-cum squirting dog cock filled her. Max immediately started fucking her, hard, and fast, slamming his meaty cock into her wet, grasping pussy, forcing involuntary moans of pleasure from the milk slut. Anthony took that opportunity to shove his own cock into Eryn's throat. Deeper that time, than before. She needed oral training...needed to learn to suppress her gag reflex, and relax her throat, so that her mouth could be properly fucked. When that happened...her mouth would truly be her second pussy.

Each time Anthony shoved his cock into her throat, her body heaved, as she gagged, and made a gurgling 'hurrrrk' sound, temporarily interrupting her moans of pleasure, as the large dog behind her brutally fucked her sore little cunt. Her own juices, mingled with dog pre-cum dribbled down her pussy, and dripped in a puddle on the floor beneath her. A special 'treat' she would be licking up when they were finished. Unlike her first session with Max, the dog was used to her body, and her position, and was fucking the entire length of his fat cock into her...and by her increasing loud, and fervent moans, it was obvious that Eryn was about to cum again. "You're going to cum for Master?", Anthony asked, forcing his cock into her throat, feeling her silky smooth walls convulse around it's length.

Something happened then. Max's cock, buried deep in Eryn's tight cunt, started to swell at its base, tripling in width, and making it impossible for Max to withdraw from her. His cock was locked inside Eryn's cunt, firmly knotting the mewling bitch, as warm doggy cum squirted, and squirted inside her. Pinned beneath the hairy beast, there was nothing Eryn could do, but remain still, as the thick dog cock inside her pulsed, and jerked with powerful muscular contractions. It would be ten...even fifteen minutes before Max would be able to withdraw his cock from her. Anthony took that opportunity to viciously fuck Eryn's throat, fists locked in her hair, holding her head still, hips slapping against her face, as his thick cock slid deep down her throat, until, with a grunt of pleasure, he came. Thick white cum spurted from the head of his cock directly down her throat, as he held her still...or as still as was possible, as her body heaved, and heaved, gagging against the thick invader stretching her throat open.

"You haven't had enough cocks in your mouth today", Anthony said, gradually sliding his out of her mouth. "Double ration of refrigerated cum for you in the morning". Max had climbed off of her, and positioned himself ass to ass against Eryn, cock still planted in Eryn's cunt. Anthony wiped his cock on Eryn's face, as a last spurt of his cum landed on the tip of her nose, and traced down over her upper lip. "Now you're going to sit here for a while, with Max's cock stuffed up your whore cunt, while I fix myself a drink", he said, slapping her lightly across her face. Leaving her there, Anthony got up, and walked through the living room to the bar, and fixed himself a double scotch-rocks, then detoured on his way back to Eryn past the modest desk he kept in the corner for business use. On the collection tray of the printer were several sheets of paper....anything from the government regarding business, or slaves was automatically printed out, since most had to be filed anyway. The top sheets were the permission forms he needed to remove the yellow slave's tag from Eryn's cunt.

Part of the approval process included a basic background and genealogy check on Eryn. He was about to flip through it all....it only needed to filed anyway, along with her removed slave's tag, when something caught his attention. Along with a listing of siblings, and cousins, and aunts, and uncles, was a warning in red capital letters. "The slave's owner should not attempt to breed with this female, as he is her biological father". That certainly put an interesting spin on things, he thought, studying the sheet. He didn't care that she was his daughter....it made her no less a milk slut, and whore. But she might find it very humiliating.

He carried his drink, and the damming sheets of paper back to Eryn, who's cunt was still firmly knotted by Max's cock. He sat in a chair in front of her, took a sip of his drink, and held the sheet of paper in front of Eryn's face. "I guess", he said, setting his drink down, "That you can call me Daddy, as well as Master". He smiled at the slut. "I think I prefer Daddy".
 
Even though Eryn should know the situation she was in by now the young woman continued to sob silently as tears streamed down those porcelain colored cheeks that started to flush with color because of the abuse suffered by Master's palm that continued to reprimand her for any displays of defiance, displays that should have been normal for someone in her position however, just because they were expected doesn't mean they were accepted. Teary eyes began to close as the sound of familiar paws padded against the flooring, the canine that had mounted her previously now showing himself once more because he was being obedient, coming to the voice that had been forced to call him for something unwanted although little did Eryn know that she would become addicted to such attention one day.

Another slap had the female gasping and sobbing louder, plump and fuckable lips parting to let out a soft 'Thank you' followed by the title 'Master'. Eryn knew that if she defied yet another order that she may have been beat unconscious or given a worse punishment, if that was possible, by the malicious and kink-obsessed man. "Ah!" She gasped suddenly, feeling the cold and wet nose belonging to Max rub against her exposed thighs. Before those lips could close Anthony shoved those moist, dripping fingers inside of her mouth that had Eryn's teeth grazing across the mans digits harder than she had known since Max's tongue had suddenly began lapping up her pussy's juices, the wetness of her cunt growing before she could fight against the intense sensations suddenly flooding throughout her sensitive, 'virginal' body.

The taste inside of her mouth was surprisingly sweet however, she remembered exactly what the juices were, the fact that she was tasting her own 'arousal' forced onto her by this aggressive man and his beast. The shaking female reluctantly began to suck the fingers against her tongue which, at the same time, licked and explored the flesh covered in the sweetness that had come out of her own cunt. She had become somewhat engrossed in cleaning her 'Master's' digits that, for a small while she had forgotten about Max, that was until the four-legged creature mounted her in a sexually aggressive manner, claws digging into her flesh and hips jutting forward to find the warmth of her pussy that silently begged to be filled by Max's throbbing, red cock.

Suddenly and painfully her cunt was stretched to welcome 8 inches of engorged cock, the heat that wrapped around the sensitive flesh pushing deep inside of her and forcing out a pain and pleasure filled cry from her lips which, in turn left Eryn's face covered in beautiful tears. This was her life, the life of a dog's whore and a mans slut. Eryn wondered whether it would have been better for her to have been sliced at the beginning, to suffer through a second of pain than a life of misery, sinful pleasure and intense pain and torture that left her anticipating the next punishment and reward, if there was ever such a thing. "Nnghhah!" She spat out with saliva coating her slutty lips, the feeling of being filled with so much hot pre-cum already leaving the female feeling filled and hot however, Max didn't stop bucking those frantic hips forward and, at the same time Eryn found her self unconsciously meeting those movements.

Before any more sounds could leave her mouth Anthony, without warning shoved his own fat, meaty cock down her throat which had Eryn panicking with teary, doe-eyes widening and looking straight into the man abusing her throats orbs. "Mmffgh!" She groaned as saliva began building up, the sloppiness of her 'oral skills' showing as Anthony roughly fucked her hot, tight cavern at the same time as Max who continued slamming deep inside of her cunt, the head of his engorged dick hitting against her cervix. Eryn couldn't control herself and began gagging relentlessly around 'Master's' throbbing erection, the sounds that began leaving her throat being rather aggressive as she began feeling sick from the vicious, sexual attack. This only had her throats walls tighten even more around Anthony's cock to cause him even more pleasure than he was deserved.

Despite feeling sick and despite the pain that shot throughout her body every now and again Eryn couldn't believe how wet she was with the juices that continuously dripped onto the floor alongside strings of Max's arousal. The beasts bulge could be seen and felt inside of her, the shape moving with each thrust and touching the deepest parts of Eryn's cum-dumpster of a body, one that used to be so innocent and virginal. "Mmfnngh-- Glurkmm!" Her entire body writhed and moved, the sucks against Anthony's cock becoming suddenly greedy as she felt herself nearing an inevitable orgasm, one that threatened to tear her completely as Max began hitting her g-spot over and over again. It was then where she felt Max suddenly thrust deeper as something began growing inside of her stretching her cunt further than before. Eryn's eyes widened with fear as the canine became stuck, unable to move besides the rough jutting thrusts that left her scraping the floor with her nails before feeling a hot, thick load of cum squirt deep inside of her cunt towards, if not spilling into her womb.

The amount that spilled into her left the female feeling and looking bloated as moans rumbled and vibrated along Anthony's cock which pulsed against her lips and throat. It was then where she realized that he was also nearing a climax as the older man began fucking her face with Eryn's scalp feeling sore from how hard her locks were being pulled. It didn't take long before the abused female felt a copious amount of musky cum pour straight down her throat as she milked her Master dry, the thickness coating and soothing her tortured walls before being swallowed since there was no where else it could go as Anthony's cock was completely plugging her lips closed. After a small while she was finally relieved as Anthony pulled back leaving Eryn a breathless mess with a few droplets of cum before coughed onto the floor, the small females body shaking and trembling as Max turned around, cock still deep inside as the knot remained inflated to keep her bred and filled with his jizz. She felt his cock rub against her face as a small line of cum decorated her nose before dripping towards her mouth, had she not endured enough humiliation? Eryn held back from speaking or sobbing and instead anticipated the mans return.

When he man returned a sheet of paper was held beneath her to read. Anthony's words alongside what was listed on the paper had Eryn feeling sick to the stomach as those eyes widened with something other than fear, they were filled with confusion and disgust. "W-What?" Her hoarse voice uttered. "N-No... I- My dad died when I was young, you are lying... You have to be lying--" She was in disbelief as she looked into the mans eyes with anger in her own too. "Please-- Please tell me this isn't true... Why-- Why would you do this if it is?!"
 
"Because you're a slut, Eryn", Anthony said, kneeling in front of his knotted daughter, and slapping her lightly across her face with his spent cock. "Daddy's filthy little whore". The look of shock, and disgust on Eryn's pretty face was simply delicious. "Daddy's Whore", he whispered again to her, gently stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "In less than a week's time you're going to be begging for Daddy's cock", he continued, tracing the tip of his finger over her full lips. Anthony whistled then, and called out, "Max, down!", causing his dog to heave forward, painfully stretching Eryn's abused little cunt, until his thick doggy cock popped free.

A painful cry escaped Eryn's throat, and once free of the massive dog cock, her cunt disgorged it's load of thick cum, and the slick juices of her own arousal, forming a small puddle under her dripping pussy. "And just like the dog fucking whore you are, you've made a mess", he said, grinning, grabbing his daughter by her hair, and forcing her around. "Clean it, every fucking drop, then thank me", he added, shoving her face down into the slimy mess that had spilled from her juicy little cunt. "Ass up, Eryn", he finished, sliding his free hand down between the cheeks of her bare, spread ass, and wetting his fingers from the slick juices her pussy was still producing. "And don't lie...it felt good...a little longer, and you would have cum...with my cock in your throat", he crowed triumphantly, and with his middle finger, slick and wet, he twisted it into her tightly puckered asshole, and began slowing fucking it in and out of her.

With tears of shame again streaming down her face, Eryn lapped at the slimy, snotty mess of cum and pussy juice, pink tongue licking, swallowing, as her father slowly finger-fucked her asshole. Max, thoroughly spent, ignored the two humans, and stretched out on the living room rug, resting his head on his paws, and falling asleep. Anthony added a second finger, dripping with Eryn's juices, and sawed the pair in and out of her ass, gradually stretching that tight forbidden hole, quite simply preparing her for his much thicker cock. He didn't mind her bleeding, he didn't mind bruising her at all, but a more serious tear of her sensitive flesh would ruin his fun, and since he now knew she was his daughter, he would have to keep her alive to heal, instead of simply having her slaughtered, and butchered as he would with any other meat girl.

He pulled his fingers free, wetting them again in her pussy, then back into her ass they went. "Rock back and forth, cunt, fuck your ass on Daddy's fingers", he ordered her, reinforcing his verbal order by pulling back on her hair. Deep, impaling her tight ass on his thick fingers, all the way to his knuckles. "Faster, slut", he rumbled pleasantly, thoroughly enjoying himself. Rocking forward, and back, she could only lick at the cummy slick mess with each forward movement, head down, wet pink tongue out to lap up a glob each time, gulping it down as she thrust her lithe body back, burying her father's fingers in her asshole. "Very good whore", Anthony said, monitoring her progress, and stopping her once she'd licked the mess up. He slid his fingers from her asshole, and with his fist still tangled in her hair, spun her back around, and forced his two wet fingers into her mouth. "Suck them clean", he said simply. The taste of her own cunt, and her ass mingled together, along with the strong musky taste of doggy cum filled her mouth, forcing more involuntary gag reflexes from her.

"If any of that comes back up, you'll lick it up again", he warned her. He felt her suck, felt her tongue bathe his fingers, and once she was done, he replaced his fingers with his mostly spent, half erect cock. "Suck this clean too, like Daddy's good little whore". He allowed her a minute to finish, then ordered her up on her knees, hands behind her back. He slapped the bitch hard across her cheek with his right hand, then across her other cheek with his left. "Say it, cunt", he snarled, lifting his hand and slapping his pretty daughter again. "Say 'Thank you Master, thank you daddy for the cocks". He slapped her again, and held his hand up threateningly. "Say it, you worthless fucking cunt".
 
Because you’re a slut Eryn.

Those words coming from this mad had her sobbing silently, tears remained in her glossy eyes as she looked at him with a tear-stained, saddened expression. If this man was telling the truth and they were biologically related then why wouldn’t he stop torturing her like this? A relationship like this, between a Father and a Daughter shouldn’t be done yet Anthony showed no signs of stopping nor did he look disgusted in his actions.

Daddy’s whore

The petite female shuddered as those fingers gently grazed across her cheek, one that was flushed and sore from having been smacked multiple times in this man’s presence. A defeated gaze spread across Eryn’s face as she looked downwards, there was nothing she could do against him and now, after this reveal the female felt even more humiliated, disgusted and trapped. Her entire body couldn’t move because of the engorged knot resting inside of her cunt. Her breasts were sore, nipples still secreting droplets of milk that had become sweeter because of everything Anthony and his ‘friend’ had done although this wasn’t a good thing, not for Eryn anyway.

Before she could speak Max was ordered to move, something that had the female gasping before crying out loud, almost screaming with pain as he forced the knot to ‘POP’ from her cum filled pussy, one that instantly began leaking globs of jizz alongside her own arousal, the abundance of release having a crimson look because of the blood that slightly dripped from her abused, throughly fucked lips. Sobs escaped her beautifully plump lips as she trembled, her body not being given any rest as her hair was gripped tightly, head being shoved into the warm, wet ground housing the musky, animalistic release alongside her own sweet wetness. “Please...” She sniffed, the word coming out in a gurgled fashion as she was forced to mop up the mess with her mouth and tongue. “If you are my dad... Don’t do this to me...” She knew fighting would get her no where but who wouldn’t beg at a time like this?

The order ‘Ass up’ was followed with slight hesitance as she exposed her tight pucker for Anthony to see alongside her cunt which quivered with anticipation, her body reacting traitorously to everything that had happened and continued to happen. His humiliating words were the truth, Eryn had found herself nearing a very intense orgasm but her body didn’t fall although she wondered whether she would have been rendered unconscious if she suffered another forced and powerful climax. “I— Ah!” Her words were cut off by a moan of surprise as Anthony twisted and turned his thick and long middle finger straight inside of her tight little hole, the juices only helping slightly to lube the area. She hadn’t forgot the ‘order’ and, with much hesitance began licking up musky, strong-tasting cum mixed with her own arousal. Eryn felt her gag-reflexes reacting strongly but, again, she didn’t know that in the future this would become a very unhealthy addiction.

She gulped, swallowed and moaned against the floor as another finger was added, the movements of his fingers being a little too pleasurable for Eryn’s liking as she didn’t want to show any enjoyment but her body was reacting and betraying her completely. “Slurmmf-” The girl moaned before gagging, body quaking softly as a burning sensation tore throughout her from the large fingers stretching her virginal hole roughly and forcing more lustful sounds from her cum-stained lips. She felt them being removed as they rubbed against her sensitive cunt, the sensations making a rather sweet noise leave her mouth before groaning loudly as they were shoved deeply inside of her entrance, the digits stopping as another order was given to her.

“But—” She went to speak before stopping, he would not tolerate any misbehavior and so, after biting her bottom lip hard Eryn began rocking her body against those thick fingers making sure that she sucked them in to the last knuckle with every single movement. At the same time she licked up globs of Max’s cum that slowly slid down her throat from how thick it was. This happened every time she moved forward but Eryn had to move quicker because of Anthony’s voice, the name-calling being heard as she began to gasp moans from how embarrassingly good it was starting to feel despite the strong, gag-inducing taste in her mouth. This pleasure was something she wanted to last longer since there were so many other things that could be worse however, as those thoughts filled her mind Anthony stopped and removed those fingers before dragging her to those cunt and ass covered digits. “Wa—” She couldn’t speak, they were shoved inside her mouth as she was forced to taste every inch of her, her pussy, her ass, Max’s release, everything.

Eryn found herself gagging around them as she sucked them with evident reluctance as tears streamed down her eyes because of the gagging that had yet to be controlled. She could hard get her breath back when Master’s half-hard cock replaced the wet fingers that were removed, his cock that tasted like his cum, his musky, masculine cum. Eryn sucked greedily to clean him as quick as possible, her throat swallowing around him however, after a small while she found herself on her knees, cheek being smacked by such a large, aggressive hand, her other cheek suffering the same fate leaving her crying out in pain as they flushed with red, a bruising color. Eryn flinched, hands behind her back and tears decorating her slutty face as he lifted his hand up. “T-Thank you Master! Thank you for D-Daddy’s cock...” Eryn shouted with desperation, her voice hoarse as she looked at him, begging for that hand to be put down. “Thank... You...”
 
Anthony caught his daughter's throat with one large powerful hand, and squeezed, until her face turned a dark red, until her small ineffectual hands scrabbled at his, until fear bloomed in her pretty eyes. "You will learn this fucking lesson, Eryn, or I will really hurt you", he growled. He released his slut to collapse to her knees...the sudden resumption of blood flow caused an involuntary 'let down' reflex in her youthful tits, and milk began dribbling and dripping from her soft pink nipples. "The first words...", he started, leaning over Eryn's naked, gasping form, "....out of your cock-hole will be Master, or Daddy. Each fucking time".

He stood, and hooked paired fingers under her collar, and pulled her to her feet. "You smell like dog fuck", he said, leading her from the living room, to his bedroom, and private bath. He shoved her in to the shower stall, and turned the water on. "Clean the rest of that dog cum out of your cunt", he added while turning to dig through his laundry hamper for a used, still damp towel for the pretty slut.

Thus ended Eryn's first day as a slave. She was lucky in that the vast majority....better than 90 percent of all newly collected slaves....were dead within hours of being taken. She was in an environment where she would be prized for her sweet milk, and her ability to please the man that owned her. With her yellow clitoral slave's tag still dangling from her sweet cunt, the slut was cleaned, and led to her Master's bed...where she was anchored on the floor next to it, in case Anthony had to piss in the middle of the night. On a thin rug. No pillows or blankets, and occasionally while he slept, Anthony would reach down for her, dragging the tips of his fingers between the shivering cheeks to her ass to caress her young pussy...reassuring him in his sleep that she was still there.

Day 2, 6 AM

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

Another day began with Anthony tossing off his covers and sitting up. He slapped the alarm clock back into silence and looked down on the floor at his daughter. "Up, slut", he said, stretching, and setting off a serious of aubible 'pops' down his spine. His cock was thick, and hard, jutting up lewdly in front of Eryn as she sat groggily up. He ignored it, as it was not unusual for a healthy man to wake with such an erection, and other than stroking his rigid cock a couple times as he stood, there were more important things to attend to first. He visited the bathroom to scrub his face, and comb his hair, then back to his bedroom to dress. Other than attending to Eryn, he had no other plans, so he dressed casual.

"Daddy's cock-hungry slut", he said pleasantly, releasing Eryn from the floor, and pulling the lovely whore to her feet. The first order of business....leading Eryn downstairs, to the processing room where she'd been bent over the exam table, and given her first 'shot'. Anthony forced the girl to kneel over the grate in the floor, legs spread wide, hands braced flat on either side of the grate. "Piss, shit", he commanded her. It was possible that one day Eryn might earn toilet privileges, but that day was not in the immediate future. "Do it now, slut, or I'll get you started with my fingers in your ass", he threatened.
Piss dribbled from her plump little cunt, then quickly turned into a gushing stream of straw colored liquid, and though his daughter's asshole clenched, and flexed, she refused, or was incapable of completing her assigned task. Anthony uncoiled a hose from the far wall, and tested the spray from it's nozzle against his hand, and knelt next to Eryn. Licking his finger, he began probing his daughter's asshole, pressing lightly, turning, twisting..."You have to go, Eryn", he said in a soft growl, "I can feel it inside you". He stretched the cheeks of her naked ass apart, finger tips against the outside edges of her tight pucker. "Shit for Daddy, Eryn", he rumbled softly, eyes focused on her pale, petite asshole. "Do it...or I'll shove the nozzle of this hose up your pretty little ass, and we'll do it that way".
 
Eryn had thought that maybe she had done something right, that she had obeyed her Master's orders correctly which should have resulted in a reward rather than a punishment however, the brunette was mistaken as her throat was gripped tightly, fingers wrapping murderously tight around her small, fragile neck leaving her face red and breaths nonexistent. Fingers attempted to grip against Anthony's large hand to try and pry those digits away from her breakable self but to no avail, he was too strong and she was too weak, something that the young female was learning about herself since becoming her Master's 'slut'. After a few terrifying moments Eryn was released which had her holding onto her neck as breaths were frantically made, the color finally rushing back to her face as Eryn managed to compose herself despite nearly having been made unconscious by the vicious man. Had she not obeyed him correctly? Apparently not. "Master... I'm sorry--" She stated sincerely as her body shook with obvious fear. Despite the anger that flooded her body Eryn knew what was best and that was to remain as silent as possible, fighting would get her nowhere.

"Nngh--" She grunted as the collar was hooked and pulled hoisting the brunette onto her feet as her trembling legs weakly followed, with force, as she was lead to the bathroom. With a rough shove Eryn found herself in the shower where she could enjoy a nice, hot wash, something that the female tried to savor although the petite woman didn't want to take too long as she knew Anthony wasn't exactly the patient type. Her fingers touched her sensitive cunt that quivered from the delicate movements of her digits. She stretched them slightly to allow globs of Max's cum to spill into the drain leaving Eryn feeling empty which should have been a good thing. After a thorough clean the smell of jizz and sex vanished and was replaced with a clean scent, one the naked female enjoyed although she knew it wouldn't last long.

Her body was anchored down on the floor beside the bed, body wrapped in a damp towel as she was forced to sleep on the hardness of the ground, no covers or pillows for comfort, instead Eryn found herself being touched throughout the night, those adventurous fingers seeking her tightening cunt as they rubbed at her sensitive pussy in a rather gentle fashion, the pleasure being something she hadn't expected as Eryn attempted to fall asleep through the fondling and the touching that drove her traitorous body crazy.

--

The loudness of the beeps had woken Eryn up completely, the females sore and aching body moving into a sitting position instantly despite her obvious grogginess from how little sleep she had gotten that night. Those bright eyes turned to face Anthony or, really, her Father's cock that was fully awake this morning. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly turned away, nose catching the smell of her Father's musky masculinity before her body was released from the floor, feet touching the ground as he addressed her as his 'cock hungry slut', the rough voice sending a shudder throughout Eryn's body. "Master..." She acknowledged as no other words were uttered, Eryn was too afraid to say anything else as she didn't know what would be in store if she stepped out of line.

After a short walk Eryn's breathing intensified as she found herself in the room she had been processed in. "I-- Ah!--" No talking could ensure as Eryn was forced onto her knees, legs spread apart with hands on either side of the grate, her yellow tag dangling with every movement made. Piss, Shit. Those orders weren't expected as the females eyes widened, head turning to give Anthony a look of reluctance since she hadn't ever had to piss or shit in front of somebody before. After showing off absolutely nothing his bellowing voice caused the younger woman to flinch resulting in the grate being pissed on, the colored stream of hot piss leaving her body that had held onto it for longer than normal since she had been too scared to go at night.

The stream slowed down but nothing else could happen, Eryn was embarrassed and unable to produce anything else. "Master I- I can't..." She stated in a shaky tone before feeling his wet, saliva-covered digit twist slowly and gently inside of her tight ass that clenched tightly around him. She could feel him prod at what needed to escape, her lips parting as moans of discomfort flooded from her mouth. Either she listens to shits naturally or he was going to shove a nozzle up her ass to practically flood the shit from her body. "Nngh--" She grunted, her body tensing as she began showing off a shameful look, a display that was embarrassing and completely undignified.

Her virginal ass stretched to release pellet-sized pieces of shit, the color lighter than normal but otherwise all seemed healthy despite what Eryn had gone through. She continued pushing so that her 'Daddy' wouldn't reprimand her and after a few writhes and wiggles the last few pieces escaped larger than the ones beforehand leaving Eryn breathless, face contorting into one of pure disgrace. "Master... Done..."
 
Humiliation. It colored Eryn's pretty cheeks, her hazel eyes glistened with fresh tears, as Anthony tormented his pretty slut of a daughter. It was starting off a good morning, with the promise of a full day for Eryn...with lots of new experiences in store. New punishments, new tortures, and lots and lots of new cocks. Anthony cleaned her...bare hands slippery with soapy water plunging between the cheeks of her naked ass, scrubbing her tight clenching asshole squeaky...fuckably clean. Then her shot, her daily Sildenafil, and her cup of slimy viscous refrigerated cum. From the back, through another curtained door, the squeals of Anthony's milk sluts echoed. Some in pain, some in pleasure...Bethany was obviously at work, getting the cows into their milking stations, and having her usual fun doing it. Anthony had considered things, and decided that Bethany would also take over Eryn's milkings. It would be good for his daughter, he'd decided.

Rudy had already laid out his equipment, heavy rubberized apron, gloves, freshly sharpened knives, and was already on his way to the collection center in the market's van. Anthony looped a finger under his naked daughter's collar, and led her out. Normally, her shock collar would have triggered the moment she walked out of the loading bay doors, but Anthony had a small round fob in his pocket which communicated with Eryn's collar....so long as his naked slut remained within about 7 or 8 feet of her father, she was fine. If she strayed a bit too far, accidentally, or on purpose....well, it would not go well for her.

Out in the Market's rear parking lot, He turned Eryn around to face him, and gave her a critical, and thorough visual examination. She had to look perfect. Soft, freshly shaved petite cunt, split lips ready to be spread for a thick hard cock. Tits, firm, and nipples slightly erect. She -had- to look perfect. "Good", Anthony nodded, giving his naked daughter's firm little ass a hungry/possessive sharp slap. "on your best behavior...", he continued, in a low warning voice, opening the driver's side door of his car, and pushing Eryn forward. She was forced to crawl, naked, delicious ass spread, tight puckered anus, and wet split pussy on display to her approving father. He tossed her leash forward across her bare back as she crawled forward across the broad bench seat.

The drive to the collection center was short, barely enough time for Anthony to turn Eryn around so she could lick, and suckle on her daddy's rigid cock. He didn't even have time to cum...which was something he would punish her for later. He placed his hand on the back of Eryn's neck, and pressed down, hard, forcing her to take his cock into her clenching throat, as she choked, writhed, and gagged. It was proving to be a very good morning! He pinched thumb and finger down on her hard right nipple, expressing several drops of warm sweet milk which he eagerly licked from his fingers. "Fuck", he growled deeply, "delicious". He wanted to spend more time exploring his daughters increasingly milk heavy tits....but there were places to be.

Entering the collection center, Anthony had to show his retail license, and Eryn had her clitoral slave's tag scanned, and a colored rip-proof temporary collar fixed around her neck. Leading his naked Eryn by her leash, Anthony made his way to the elevated cat-walk above the auction floor, where frightened, naked young girls where herded into rolling cages, with lot numbers spray painted on their sides. The cries of pain, and fright, and the unmistakable smells of the pit were like an aphrodisiac to Anthony...he was looking forward to giving his whore daughter a punishing hard fuck later that day.

From down below, he caught sight of Rudy, who was wandering along the north side of the pit, clearly focused on one of the filled cages being rolled across the floor. Anthony studied it...13 girls, probably all young, high-school aged, huddled together, and trying unsuccessfully to cover their shockingly naked bodies with their hands and arms. "That one", Anthony said, giving Eryn's naked bottom a pat. He raised a hand to Rudy, who walked to the cage, and grabbed one of it's vertical upright bars. He was the only one to do so, and in the end, Anthony bought all thirteen girls for just 7 cents a pound. "When we get back to the market....", Anthony said, dipping his finger between Eryn's pussy lips, and slowly stroking her clit, ".....you're going to pick out five for slaughter". He smiled at his naked daughter. "Nasty little slut", he finished, plunging one finger into the depths of her warm, wet cunt.
 
Her entire body was flushed with embarrassment, the rose color dressing her flesh with obvious humiliation. Everything kept getting worse for the young girl, her mind was slowly breaking as fighting was becoming too exhausting, she wondered how long it would be before she became like the other females, the ones who get milked and tortured daily yet seem to enjoy their daily ritual. Even those who writhed and screamed in pain stopped fighting, they had succumbed to their fate. Her cheeks were shiny from the tears that seemed to permanently stain her skin as her body trembled softly, she remained still as her Father’s rough, calloused hands scrubbed her clean, her tight hole going from dirty to sparkling clean as if it had never had cum, cocks or piss inside of her. Once her body had been aggressively touched and scrubbed Eryn found herself hesitantly touching the cup with the cold, thick cum she hated. Her gag reflex suffered as the goopy, smelly semen traveled down her throat. A few times she gagged and hurled but the young brunette managed to keep everything down otherwise the punishment may have been worse than what she was currently experiencing, if that was even possible. The medication was taken and her breasts throbbed with the desire to be milked, they were heavy as droplets of milk peaked from her hard, sore nipples. Everything ached yet she knew that ache was only going to get worse.

The sounds of the other girls echoed and her eyes quickly darted to Bethany who was starting the morning routine. That girl scared her, she always had a piercing look in her eyes and seemed equally as sadistic as Anthony. Eryn hoped she wouldn’t see her often but little did she know the filth her Father was scheming within his fucked up mind. Standing turned to walking as her collar was grabbed, one that had a hidden device to prevent her from running away, a thought that had crossed her mind many times, maybe next time, maybe when he’s distracted. Her large breasts bounced with every step as the milk inside swished around, her heart raced with fear and anticipation, Rudy had laid out some nasty looking equipment. Eryn felt sick, she knew something bad was happening yet would never be able to prepare herself as to what that was.

In the car-park she stood still as those dark eyes devoured her form. Eryn didn’t know why he was being thorough but thankfully she had passed the inspection, thankfully. “Ah-!” She gasped as her ass was spanked, the pleased man now bringing her to the back of a car, it didn’t take long though until her body was pushed, ass in the air and pussy on full display. Eryn could have tried sitting but she remained where she was, her wet cunt feeling the coolness of the air and her ass puckered and clean. Her breasts pressed against the seat leaving behind some milk-marks until her body was forced to turn around, her eyes widening as her Fathers cock was bulging and on full display. Before any words could leave her fuckable lips, they parted as his monstrous cock fucked her throat aggressively and heatedly. Tears filled her eyes and as she gagged she could feel the cum she had drank come back up, each time she swallowed before any could be wasted. A slight shudder shot through her body as her nipple was grazed, her current weakness. The milk she produced was tasted, the compliment one she should have despised but why for a split second did she feel proud?

Thankfully for Eryn the trip was short, she was pulled away with a pop, saliva connected her lips to his cock as her cunt was forced to be even more on display, the tag being scanned before they could enter wherever she has been taken. Outside of the car the brunette followed, without choice, Anthony closely. She was being led across an elevated platform but rather than looking forward her eyes were pinned to the cages alongside the naked, scared females screaming, crying, messing themselves. The smell was rotten, the noises frightening. Eryn had been one of them, yet her life after possible death was probably worse than those who get sold for slaughter, at least they didn’t have to live through too much of the torture. Her breaths increased as Anthony eyed the merchandise before choosing the lot that interested him more. Eryn didn’t want to watch, she averted her eyes before feeling that large palm upon her curvaceous cheeks.

When we get back, you will pick 5 for slaughter.

Those words rang within her ears as her cunt suddenly felt a thick, intruding finger plunge through her natural wetness. Eryn gasped aloud as her hands reached out almost gripping onto her Father’s shirt to stabilize herself. The sensation of her clit being touched alongside her achingly sore pussy almost distracted her enough to forget what he just said but frightened and sickened tears filled her eyes. “No- Please, I can’t do that! I can’t be the one to choose 5 for death-” Her body trembled sweetly, her voice begged tenderly as it wobbled with every word. “Nn- Please, I can’t, I won’t- Please-”

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