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Joshua was busying himself these days with the arrangement of his wedding to Monica.
The booking of the Baptist Church was easy enough, if somewhat expensive, and of course the minister would officiate the wedding. Invitations had to be sent, to practically the whole town, and a reception would be held at the town hall, with significant outlays of money for catering and alcohol.
“Traditionally it would be the young wife’s job to do much of this work, Miss Monica,” Joshua noted, “but of course I understand it’s hard for a woman like you to think straight with tits as big as yours and with a cunt that’s wet so much of the time. I imagine you hardly have room in your brain for more thought than which cock to suck on next, let alone the capacity to organise a complex event.” He paused, and then continued, “And of course, most of the town think that you’re no better than a big-uddered animal, and people don’t do business of this sort with *animals*.”
Instead he put Monica to work in the training and testing of his three new lesbian pets – Katie, Sarah and Ellie. Joshua had confronted Sarah and Ellie just as he had Katie, and now all three were in his thrall, terrified of being outed as lesbians to a town that treated whorishness in the manner in which it had treated Monica.
Their enslavement had benefited Monica immensely. The price for Joshua’s silence was not merely that they serviced Joshua’s sexual needs – although he did regularly fuck all three girls, not caring whether they had a sexual preference for men. His experience with Monica had awakened a fetish for enjoying women who not only didn’t consent, but who experienced active pain and degradation from being fucked.
He would often make Monica watch as he fucked them, ordering her to masturbate while he ennumerated the pleasing qualities of his lesbian fuck-partner and the ways in which Monica was comparatively deficient. Monica found it as easy to orgasm from being told what a disappointing fuck she was as she did from every other form of degradation these days, although she did feel a certain amount of confusing and sickening jealousy that Joshua’s new toys decreased the frequency with which he painfully raped her personally.
The three lesbians were given the daily task of cleaning not only Joshua’s home, but also the house of his aunt and uncle, and of Monica. This, of necessity, required revealing their sluttishness to Uncle Mort and Aunt Pam, but Mort had already had some inclination of this, and in any case both Mort and Pam were delighted to have domestic help in their house, particularly after Joshua told them that they were both welcome to “use the perverted hussies as God intended”.
Mort immediately took the opportunity to violate all three girls in each of their holes, while Pam mostly settled for kicking the girls in their tits and cunts as punishment for tempting her husband (although she did allow that on at least one occasion she had made use of Katie’s tongue in the cleaning of her pussy, and enjoyed it greatly).
It was easy to kick the girls in the cunt, because Joshua kept them naked for their cleaning duties. In fact, he encouraged them to crawl, and to this end he designed an unusual costume for the three lesbian sluts. The costume consisted of leather straps around the girls’ upper thighs, and around their ankles – built with care by the local leatherworker, Garret Harbour, who assumed the restraints were intended for Miss Monica.
From the thigh straps, he ran lengths of sturdy elastic, which connected to tight metal clamps that he affixed to the girl’s nipples, and from the ankles he ran more elastic, that connected to a clamp on her clitoris. When the girl was on all fours on the ground, the elastic was relatively loose, and occasioned no greater pain than was inherent in the grip of the clamp. But if the girl fully extended her legs – such as to stand upright – she would experience excruciating pain as the elastic pulled down on her nipples and clitoris.
And yet the girls *were* forced to stand on occasion, for it was the only way to complete their cleaning tasks. Their eyes watering from the pain in their tits and pussy, they would do what they needed to do in that position as quickly as possible, before gratefully returning to all fours.
This situation persisted for a few days, but both Joshua and his uncle and aunt became frustrated with how often the clamps came free of the girls’ private parts – particularly when their clitoris was slippery with arousal – and so on the fourth day he borrowed piercing supplies from the local hairdresser, and pierced the nipples and clitoris of all three girls, installing metal rings in the piercings similar to those that Monica had. The elastic could now be easily connected to the girls with no chance of coming free.
The girls squealed and cried so much during this piercing that Joshua became greatly aroused by the whole affair, and after doing Sarah and Ellie personally, he asked Monica to do the piercings for Katie because he wanted to be fucking her while she was pierced. Monica did as she was asked happily, delighted to cause such pain and humiliation to her rival and erstwhile abuser, and in all honesty she was just as aroused by the bitch’s pain as Joshua was.
In the evenings, Joshua often now enjoyed sending the lesbians home with their clit rings leashed together by very short lengths of chain, secured by tiny padlocks to which only he held the key. He professed not to care how the girls would manage to walk or sleep or shower or toilet with their cunts trapped less than a foot apart, and regarded it as a problem they had brought upon themselves by their sluttish habits.
But Monica’s favourite part of the humiliation and degradation of the girls was their training and testing. It was sinful for them to be lesbians, in the eyes of the locals and their church, and so it was of prime importance that they be trained out of their whorish desires, and this was Monica’s responsibility. Each day, one by one, she would tie the girls down, naked, with their legs spread, and she would lick their cunts. If they could go a half hour without becoming aroused, then their condition would be considered improved, and if they could do it three days in a row, they would be cured.
Joshua had been very clear with them. They had until two weeks before his wedding to Monica to be cured. If they had not turned around their behaviour by that time, he would send them to have their tits enlarged into the same ludicrous balloons as Miss Monica had, and they would be exposed as lesbians and sluts and turned into the town’s degraded public-use pain-sluts in the same way as Miss Monica had been.
Miss Monica was very eager to see that the girls were not, in fact, cured. She felt that her position could only be improved by sharing the town’s cruel sexual urges with three further girls, and she felt that no one more deserved to be transformed into a balloon-titted fuckdoll than these three women who had been so eager to abuse her.
And so she was very eager and dedicated with her cunt-licking, using every trick she could conceive to bring the women to slutty lesbian arousal.
She might have succeeded in this on the skill of her tongue alone – but she also stacked the deck. On one morning when she had been sent to do the shopping for Joshua, poorly supervised and with her heavy shopping basket hanging painfully from her nipple rings, she had stopped by the local pharmacy and asked for a certain something from the pharmacist.
Eton Crondite, the elderly pharmacist, was at first suspicious that Monica was asking for something naughty – such as birth control. But when she told him she wanted something that would keep a woman horny and aroused, whether she wanted it or not, he decided that that was something it was natural for a slut like Monica to ask for, and so he provided her with a large bottle of pills, in return for a morning of Monica kneeling behind the pharmacist’s counter and sucking his cock. He wasn’t gentle with her, repeatedly banging her head against the counter with the thrusts of his cock, and sometimes deliberately kicking at the basket hanging from her tits in a way that caused her agonising pain in her breasts, but Monica now accepted such treatment as normal and was even grateful for the chance to trade her mouth for the pills.
And the pills, of course, went straight into the three lesbians, mixed into their meals and drinks on every occasion that Monica got. She was never sure when she might have the opportunity to dose them, so instead of a regular schedule of a pill a day, they quite often got several times the recommended dose, which would leave them so horny and stupid they could barely function. No one but Monica knew why the girls were so wet and desperate and dumb, and Joshua and his aunt and uncle merely took it as proof of the girls’ whorishness and the necessity of punishing them.
Under these conditions, the three girls could never prevent themselves reacting to Monica’s tongue, and so they would always get wet, and usually orgasm. And when they did, Monica would get to do her favourite thing – which was to take Joshua’s cattle prod, and discharge it into the girl’s cunt three times in rapid succession, making the girl scream and convulse and cry. Monica’s favourite was when the electric discharge made the girl experience a confusing, painful orgasm, or when it made her wet herself – or, best of all, both at the same time.
The shocks were intended to condition the girls out of their lesbianism, but under the influence of the drugs there was no real chance of that.
And then, when all three girls had been “tested”, Monica would have them pleasure her. One girl to lick her pussy, one to lick her ass, and one to kiss her on the lips and squeeze her tits. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had in her life – not just from the simple sensations of their tongues and hands, although that was magical and amazing, but from the knowledge that they didn’t *want* to do it, and had to anyway, because Monica held the power over them. After being so powerless for so long, it felt electric to have enough control over these women that she could sexually abuse them without consequences.
She felt she truly understood why Joshua enjoyed raping her so much, and she felt a little guilty that she had ever resented his taking of that enjoyment. Girls were just so *fun* to rape.
She told him this one night, as she knelt at his feet taking dinner from a dog bowl, and the look of *pride* in his eyes when he looked up at him – pride that she was *learning* – gave her a warm gushy feeling deep down in her heart.
“There’s hope for you yet, Miss Monica,” said Joshua. “I always knew it just took the firm hand of a loving man to make you see what a dirty fucktoy you were – and lead you back from the abyss, into the role of a loving submissive wife.” He paused. “Well, a dirty fucktoy wife – you’ll never be a nice girl with tits like that – but still a wife. Even a toilet brush can be a treasured tool when it’s well-kept and in its proper place.”
And as if that wasn’t enough praise to make Monica glow with delight, Joshua followed up by fucking her mouth and treating her to a dessert of his sperm – and then he took *her* to bed with him that night, instead of Katie, and fucked her in the ass around midnight while calling her “his special little slut”.
In that confused haze of sleepy post-rape contentment, Monica thought that she could maybe become used to the life of a small-town rapetoy after all…
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