The Audition_(1)

The Audition

There were no handcuffs on her wrists and no ropes tying her body down. She did not move.

There were no locks on any doors and nothing forcing her to stay. She would not move.

There were no obligations or promises that she could break and could not offer disappointment.

She refused to move.

She was not a slave in any true sense. In fact, her services were not wanted. She had come begging, pathetic in a way not thought possible to the man before. For months he had denied her. He was an extreme man who used women roughly. The most experienced in pain and degradation rarely lasted a week with him. He was unsatisfied.

She came begging to be used, if even just the once. She would not say no and would never leave, she swore to him. He had grown tired and promised her that he would let her try. He would hurt her in ways she couldn’t imagine and show her what it meant to be used by him. One night, one chance to prove herself. A single audition.

“Once we start you can ask to stop at anytime and I will. If you make it to the end you’ll give up your life and become a slave. You won’t work, you won’t have friends, you won’t do anything unless I do it to you or tell you to do it. The only time you’ll leave the house is when I want to humiliate you in public or take you to a barn and have an animal fuck you. And one day I will discard you, broken completely, kicking you out of my car on some random street, naked and bleeding. And you’ll never see me again. Your only reward is that everyone you used to know will have pictures and video tapes sent to them of all the things you let happen to you, so you’ll never have a life to go back to afterwards. If you don’t want this, just say so once and it will end. Otherwise you’ll be my slave until I’m done with you.”

He waited for a full minute, looking down on her. For an hour she’d been on all fours on raised wooden railway ties mounted onto a metal frame in the middle of his basement. He had spread uncooked rice grains on them before she mounted it and they had been digging into her flesh painfully all the time. She had started crying after 40 minutes but had not moved. Her palms and knees would forever be dotted with tiny scars. She did not moved and she did not answer him.

He turned the camera on, its tripod aiming it directly at her.

“You’re not a slave yet. You’re garbage. You’re human shit that’s about to be raped and beaten in ways you couldn’t imagine. The very fact that your pussy is wet from your treatment so far disgusts me. If you could have anything happen to you right now, what would it be?”

She answered immediately.

“Pain. I crave pain. I want to be spanked and whipped raw until I loose my voice screaming. I want to be treated like less than an animal. I want to be fucked by men and women and everything in between while I’m forced to eat shit. I haven’t found something that disgusts me and want to find out what does. And then I want to be forced to do it. I want to cry and I want to forget what it’s like to be a person and I want to never want it to stop.”

“We’ll see if that’s what you really want.” he replied. The man pulled his pants off, the last bit of clothes he wore. She eyed his flaccid cock. It was seven inches long and too wide to wrap his own hand around it. It was obscene and inhumane. It was partially why he been drawn to wilder and more extreme perversions. Only the most practiced of slaves and women could take him into their pussies and asses and he had never been sucked. Woman who moved onto larger and larger dildos until they themselves became freaks were the only women he could fuck. And he went through them quickly, being rougher than many of them ever wanted.

“If you stay I’m going to train you to take something even bigger than this. It’ll take years and will warp your body. When I’m done with you your cunt will be mutilated from the size of things your body has been trained to accept.” He told her.

She smiled.

She had a beautiful mouth. Her pink lips formed a perfect O and she looked to have a soft tongue. He would never be able to shove his dick into her face. If by some miracle she lasted the evening he’d most likely have her on her knees for friends, guests and strangers. If nothing else her mouth was meant to be fucked on a constant basis.

“You have one thing straight. You are less than human.” He wheeled over his milking machine. It wasn’t some play toy a BDSM website would use to hurt a girl. This was industrial grade and could easily rip her nipples off if he put it high enough. He wouldn’t do that to her tonight, not until he was sure about her. But he planned to very nearly do so. “You’re a a pig. A bitch in heat that needs to be fucked like a dog. You’re a disgusting cow that’s going to be milked so hard you run out of here like the scared cunt I know you are.”

Her large breasts hung low beneath her. He grabbed on forcefully and began to bind it with thin twine. The milker was meant for an udder and so he would need to tie her breasts into the shape. Expertly he wound the twine around her breasts over and over, tighter each time. She quickly began to pant in pain and excitement. They both watched his work as her breast quickly lost its natural shape and began to turn purple. Over a hundred times it was wrapped until it was nothing but tortured meat that hung from her. Then he repeated the process again on her other breast. Subconsciously, she began to subtly grind her pelvis back onto the cock she wished was behind her.

He reached over and lubricated her nipples with the udder cream he had placed on the machine’s cart, rubbing it harshly into her abused flesh. She cried out quietly in pain from the rough way he touched her sensitive breasts. He grabbed each milker and placed them each on her nipple. The suction, even on the lowest setting, was easily more than enough to latch onto her. She watched as his hand moved to the controls.

“Convince me you’re a cow. Convince me you’re nothing but an animal that needs to be milked.” He told her.

“I’m a cow, ” she said, “milk me. I’m a stupid animal and need to be milked. I want to be forced to lactate for hours. Please do it. I need it.”

He was unimpressed.

She thought for a hurried second before continuing. “Mooooo. Mooooo. Mooooo! Mrrrooooooooo!” She began mooing, biting her lip in anticipation between animal calls. He cut her off mid moo and turned the pressure up as far as he could without ripping her nipples off. She bucked in surprise at the sudden pain, screaming loudly. A long, high pitch shriek let loose from her as tears began streaming uncontrollably down her face. Out of breath she breathed in, deeply, before doing it again. And again. And again.

Her nipples pulled down into the milking tubes, tugging the flesh of her breast further in. The pressure was stretching the tender flesh obscenely. But even as she screamed in uncontrollable pain, the corners of her mouth turned upwards. This is what she had always wanted. The sight of her screaming in pleasant agony aroused him. Blood began to flow to his cock, partially erecting it. It grew two inches and widened. From her facial contortions he could tell she noticed. She did not move and did not beg to leave.

He left her like that and walked over to his wall display, which held all his evil toys. He looked over his whip and riding crop. He looked at his paddles, both with and without teeth. He settled on his Chinese iron, a cast iron spanking paddle. It weighed more than a frying pan. He took it off the hook it hung from and returned to her at a leisurely pace.

“I’m going to spank you now. And you will keep count. Every time I spank you I want you to say the number and then moo. I don’t know when I will stop but it won’t be until well after I’ve made you bleed. If you miscount or forget to moo we are done.