Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 03

Chapter Four: Further Training.

I felt like I was being stabbed in the head over and over again. My puffy eyes popped open and for a brief moment I forgot where I was. As if the events of the past couple days were terrible nightmares that I was finally waking up from. Much to my chagrin however, the worn lime green shag carpet remained beneath my naked and chained body and I was still a prisoner to a sick pervert. Ten seconds passed and another painful jolt found its way directly into my brain.

I quickly moved my little body up and got on my knees, spread my thighs wide, arched my back and cupped my firm little breasts. I stayed in that position for what seemed like forever, once again feeling my thighs go numb and my arms burn and once again when my position strayed too far from what was acceptable, I received a brutal reminder to correct my pose. I had no concept of time in that basement room. No clocks, no windows to tell me if it was day or night, no idea whether five minutes had passed or five hours since the nasty collar woke me up and forced me into the proper kneeling position.

Finally I heard the echoing sound of footsteps slowly coming down the stairs followed by him entering the room while carefully carrying the now familiar stainless steel dog bowl in one hand and his phone in the other. He placed the bowl in front of me and I immediately moved into the eat position. “No! Bad cunt!” he said with a surprisingly gruff tone. I closed my bright blue eyes and braced myself for a brutal shock. “Get back into the kneel position this instant!” I quickly scrambled back up to my knees, pressing my heels into my naked rear and cupping my breasts wondering what I had done wrong. “What is the Cunt’s fourth rule?”

I cleared my throat and my voice was shaky as I answered. “The Cunt will maintain its position until ordered otherwise by its Master.”

“And did your Master order you into another position or give you permission to stop kneeling?”

My body was still visibly shuddering out of fear of punishment as I parted my crimson red lips and answered “no Master, you didn’t give me permission to stop kneeling or change position.”

“Have you learned your lesson or will the Cunt require punishment in order to remember this rule?”

“I’ve learned my lesson Master and I will remember the rule,” I hastily spouted as tears slid down my cheeks.

“Good girl. You have permission to move to the eat position, but remember that you are not to begin eating until I give the command.”

I moved back into my eat position, my hands on either side of the gleaming container, ass pointed up; back arched and my firm little breasts touching the floor. My face hovered over the metal bowl and I could smell the chicken broth which at this point seemed like a gourmet meal to me. I was literally salivating like a dog, waiting for the command. He purposely drew this out, watching my body rise and fall with each breath, teasing me, knowing how hungry I was. Finally he opened his mouth and gave me the permission I was waiting for. “The Cunt may eat.”

As I greedily began to lap up the broth with my soft pink tongue, he turned toward the whiteboard and added a new rule. Within a couple of minutes my bowl was empty and once again I was sliding my tongue along the metal sides to retrieve every delicious drop as he finished his writing and stepped to the side. “That’s enough, The Cunt will resume the kneel position,” he commanded, clearly pleased at the enthusiasm with which my tongue had thoroughly cleaned the bowl.

I moved my body back into kneel position, my delicate hands cupping my little breasts as I looked up at the whiteboard and read the new addition.

Rules for The Cunt

1. The Cunt will never speak unless spoken to.

2. The Cunt will obey every command from its Master without hesitation.

3. The Cunt will always display its body without modesty.

4. The Cunt will maintain its position until ordered otherwise by its Master.

5. The Cunt will always address its owner as Master and others as Sir or Ma’am.

6. The Cunt will always thank its Master.

7. The Cunt will speak completely, repeating back what Master has said.

8. The Cunt is not a person, it is a thing and will only use third person.

He glanced over my naked body, noting the stiffness of my puffy pink nipples in the cool basement air. “Did The Cunt obey rule number six after it was fed?”

Once again my skin burned with shame and fear. “No Master. I’m very sorry and I’m thankful for the food Master.”

He nodded and gave a slight smile. This marked the second time he showed mercy on me and opted not to punish me for my infraction. I took a deep breath and nervously dug my fingers into my breasts. “Rule number eight is there to remind you that you are not a human. You’re an object. Only people use first person when they speak and that doesn’t apply to a thing now does it?” I kept silent thinking it was a rhetorical question and fortunately I made the right call. “From now on your collar will give you a level two shock anytime you use words like I, me, my, myself and any other variations. You will refer to yourself as ‘The Cunt’ or use the pronoun ‘it’ to describe yourself. I know this one is complicated, but I think you’re smart enough to figure it out. It’s not like you’re going to have a lot to say anymore anyway. Does the Cunt understand?”

I slowly nodded my head and thought carefully about how I would answer without disobeying the new rule. Finally I replied “yes Master, the Cunt understands that it will only be permitted speech in third person.”

“Excellent,” he said enthusiastically, clearly pleased with my response. “You have very nice udders, you know. Girls have boobs, women have breasts, whores have tits and animals have udders. What are you? Are you a human girl? A woman? A whore? Or a worthless animal?”

He used the term udders to describe my breasts and I knew he was looking to degrade and dehumanize me so the correct answer, at least in his mind, seemed clear. “The Cunt is a worthless animal Master,” I answered in a weak voice.

“That’s right. You are a worthless animal. You are nothing. You are inferior to everything and everyone. You would do well to remember that,” he imparted as my cheeks turned a bright shade red from the humiliation of what he said and the words he forced me to utter from my own lips. “You have a new position to learn. This one is called ‘greet’. It’s very much like the eat position except you’ll have your forehead on the floor and your hands behind your back. Go ahead and try it.”

As much as I abhorred following this creep’s commands I hated the punishments even more and I knew that I just had to bide my time, play his game and look for a weakness, an opening, anything that would help me escape. In the meantime, I had to put on a good performance, not only to earn his trust in order to gain greater freedoms and opportunities but also to keep from having my brain fried. I slowly moved into the eat position, raised my firm rear, curved my spine downward as my forehead pressed to the floor and pulled my slender arms behind me as I interlocked my fingers together. “Lift your hips more. The hole of your ass should point toward the ceiling, and spread your thighs more as well, your whore hole must be on display and accessible,” he instructed. I shuffled my knees, hearing the clattering of the heavy chain that held me in place and raised my hips further, hoping it was enough to satisfy him.

I watched his black leather shoes through my peripheral vision as he stepped around me until I knew that his gaze was fixed upon my exposed anus and vagina. He stood back there for the longest time, no doubt just staring at my vulnerable position and I wondered if this would be the moment in which I would be raped. Nevertheless, I kept my forehead firmly planted on the rug and did my best not to move a muscle. I could feel his eyes boring into the abyss of my tight puckered anus and gaping at the pink flesh of my bare vagina.

The rape that I was expecting never occurred however. Quite the contrary, he didn’t even lay a finger on my naked body. When he was finished taking in the exhibition of my lithe frame, he stepped back around me until he stood directly in front of my head. “This position is called greet. You will remember it and you will get into the greet position whenever you are commanded to do so. Is that clear?”

“Yes Master, the Cunt understands that this is the greet position.”

“You may return to the kneel position now.”

I pushed my weight onto my hands and slid my knees forward and arched upwards, pressing my heels into my rear, spreading my thighs and cupping my breasts as before.”

“Next I have a little audio recording project that I want for you to complete.” He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket, opened it up and held it in front of my face with one hand. I blinked several times to try and focus my tired, swollen eyes on the long list of phrases that filled the page. “You will read each phrase slowly in an even tone of voice.”

I nodded and replied “Yes Master, the Cunt will read each phrase as you instructed,” as his sausage-like fingers fumbled to hit the record button on his phone.