Diana’s Second Day of Training

Two women removed the inmates’ belts and plugs so they could relieve themselves before the shower. Diana waited with her knees together and her eyes lowered, just as she had been taught on the first day. She still found it hard to believe that she herself had signed up to be there.

—You stay still. I have to take you to the white room —one of them said.

She picked up a leash, clipped it to the collar, and led her to the room beside the kitchen, the same one where they had milked her with the machine the day before. Another woman was waiting beside a bag of liquid hanging from an IV stand.

—Climb onto the table and get on all fours.

—Mistress, may I urinate first? —she asked in a thread of a voice.

—No, bitch. Today is your second day, and favors are over. The more uncomfortable you are, the more we enjoy ourselves. And remember: slaves suffer in silence.

They removed her plug and fitted a small piece through which the enema tube was inserted. Today it was only warm water, but the bag held a full three liters.

The liquid entered steadily and at a good pace while the two women fondled her breasts and joked about how large they would have to become to satisfy Master Andrés.

—And your nipples, bitch? Do they still give you pleasure, or do they need some attention?

Diana could already feel the pressure in her belly. Just over a liter had entered when they began torturing her nipples, one woman on each side: whenever the right one was twisted inward, the left was stretched outward. No matter how hard she tried to stay quiet, she couldn’t. She began to whimper, begging them to let her empty herself, feeling deep cramps.

—Suffer, bitch. There’s still more than a liter to go in.

—We’ll have to put the muzzle back on her so we don’t have to listen to her. We still have to milk her.

—You’re going to let me relieve myself first, right? —she insisted.

—Of course not.

At that moment, Mr. Gustavo came in with two syringes twice the size of the ones from the day before.

—Yes, you’re seeing correctly. Yesterday I gave you half a dose in case of adverse effects, but since you tolerate the medication, from today onward you get the full dose.

—Now you really are going to suffer —one of the women added—. The milking machine is going to maximum suction, and the cramps will get worse. You have to last the regulation thirty minutes while holding in the enema.

As soon as the bag was empty, they removed the tube.

—Let’s see how that belly is doing —one of them said, palpating and squeezing it solely to increase her desperation.

Diana thought she was going to faint. She could not stop moaning beneath the muzzle, and the pain of the cramps was joined by that of her nipples, trapped in a brutal suction. One of the women began spanking her buttocks while the other tugged at the machine’s tubes, causing an incessant rocking motion in her breasts.

—If you keep complaining, we’ll leave you another fifteen minutes without letting you relieve yourself.

At last, the milking machine stopped. They helped her down and carried her almost bodily to the latrine.

—You can empty yourself now, bitch. I hope you’re clean inside, or we’ll repeat it tomorrow.

—What do you think, partner?

—Good, the water is coming out clear. Keep her on a bland diet for six more days and move her to a weekly enema, like the others.

—Which plug does she get today?

—The ten-by-three-and-a-half one. But it would be better to put it in after the chastity belt, to make sure it fits. I’ll let them know to bring it.

The belt made for Diana was intended to prevent masturbation and vaginal penetration, allowing only anal penetration. The blacksmith arrived and adjusted it on her: it fit perfectly and worked exactly as requested.

—Where would you rather give her breakfast, Tomás? In your workshop or in the parlor?

—I’m more comfortable in my workshop. Besides, I’ll be able to try out some of my inventions.

—All right, take her with you and bring her back when you’re done. Remember that she needs to drink plenty of fluids.

***

Tomás took the inmate on all fours to his workshop. When they arrived, Diana could think of nothing better than being polite and, addressing him as sir, thanking him for the belt.

—I’m no sir, and I don’t allow females to speak to me. I’ve never liked conversing with animals. Just obey my orders.

—Get into position to receive my piss. It’s the first of the day; I’ve been holding it in all morning.

Diana had a terrible time; Tomás’s stream was thick and bitter, but she steeled herself, swallowed it all, and cleaned him with her tongue.

—Stand up. I want to try some cuffs I designed for breasts.

When he put them on her, he found that he had almost made them too small: he would have to manufacture larger ones, although these would do for now. They were much more practical than ropes—quick to put on, adjustable, lockable with a key, and joined in the middle so each Master could tighten them to his liking.

—Kneel down and start sucking. Whether you have breakfast sooner or later depends on you.

Hunger was gnawing at her. Two bowls of soup and the occasional ejaculation did not fill her stomach, so Diana surrendered with an anxiety she did not even recognize in herself, seeking the milk that had become her only food. It did not take her long to obtain it.

—Clean it well; don’t waste a drop. If you want me to take the cuffs off, come back this afternoon. For now, I’m leaving you in the kitchen.

At least for that day she was spared the exercise. While she helped prepare the food, another slave came in with drops of milk showing on her breasts. The rain during the night had made the center’s dirt road impassable, and none of the Masters had been able to arrive and empty her.

—Do you have a female on a diet? Can I borrow her?

—Yes, go on, take this bitch and let her relieve you before you burst.

He led her to the parlor and kept her suckling for more than twenty minutes on each breast. She had a great deal of milk accumulated, and the favor was mutual: both of them ended up relieved.

The rest of the day passed like the previous one: broth, serving Masters and Mistresses, and in the afternoon asking Gustavo’s permission for the blacksmith to remove the cuffs. Tomás agreed in exchange for one last suck and for keeping the invention, key and all; he had liked it far too much.

That night, before locking them in their cubicles, the Mistress did not forget to give Diana one last piss so she would spend the night well hydrated. As she fell asleep, she summed up the day: it had been hard, but she would sleep without chains, there was no enema the next day, and thanks to the other slave’s milk, she had not gone quite so hungry.

***

Diana finished her first week without any major changes, except for one: hunger had taken its toll, and she began offering herself to every Master to suck him and obtain some milk. She had become an expert, and everyone was satisfied. Her breasts still produced nothing, but they had grown enough that the blacksmith’s cuffs would no longer close.

—Tomás, did you make larger cuffs? The busty bitch has outgrown these.

—Of course, Gustavo. Bring her over and we’ll try the new ones.

They led her to the workshop. The blacksmith immediately noticed the increase.

—Gustavo, are they supposed to keep growing?

—Yes. Her Master wants her to gain two cup sizes. In a few days she’ll reach a D, and we’ll continue to an E. We hope she starts producing milk, so we might even reach an F.

—Fine, I’ll try these on her and make even larger ones for you.

Tomás put them on her and handed the key to Gustavo.

—Whew! They look so good, round and pressed together. I don’t even want to imagine them dripping. Now, if you don’t mind, leave me alone with her for a moment so she can thank me for my work.

—Of course. She’s all yours; you deserve it.

Tomás hung clamps with hundred-gram weights from her nipples. Diana howled like a wounded bitch; it was the last thing her already sore nipples needed. He forced her to kneel and put his cock in her mouth.

—I confess I knew you’d come, so I took a blue pill. At my age it helps a lot; the problem isn’t getting hard, but how long I stay that way. Get comfortable, because you’re going to be sucking for quite a while.

He did not deceive her. Diana spent nearly an hour with his cock in her mouth. She ended up exhausted: no man had ever lasted that long, especially not that week. Once he had obtained his milk, they returned her to Gustavo with the weights still hanging, and he decided to put her to work in the kitchen like that.

Between tasks, she could not prevent the occasional whimper: the weights swung, and her nipples felt every movement. The cooks put the muzzle on her so they would not have to listen.

—Be careful not to drool on the food, bitch. I’ll speak to your tutor so he finally breaks you of that whining habit.

After the meal—the first one she was allowed to eat like the others—they milked her with the machine. But this time, instead of taking her to the parlor, Gustavo led her to a separate room, having first warned Sonia to join them in an hour.

Esteban, the doctor who came to check on her progress, was waiting inside.

—Take off her cuffs and clamps, Gustavo. I need to examine her.

He began fondling her breasts, stretching her nipples forward, upward, downward.

—I see you’ve punished them well. They’re hard and inflamed, but she’s handling it very well. Don’t you feel any tension yet, bitch?

—Yes, Doctor. I’ve felt discomfort since yesterday —she murmured.

—That’s a very good sign: the treatment is responding earlier than expected, and you’re already gaining volume. Take off her belt and plug; I’m going to examine her, and we’ll talk.

Esteban drew Gustavo aside to brief him.

—Everything is fine. You can increase the plug to twelve by three and a half, no more, and use the small one at night. Notice that when you remove it, her anus already remains open, and Master Andrés wants to feel tightness when he penetrates her. I imagine she hasn’t had an orgasm since she arrived. Can she endure it?

—She’s horny, but she’s managing. What she can’t stand is pain without complaining. Today I want to teach her a lesson so we won’t have to gag her anymore.

—Go ahead. As for the breasts, since she’s responding so well, inject her with the medication morning and night. Milk her only with the machine or yourself, and for forty minutes. Let’s see if she starts dripping next week.

—No problem. We’ve already taught her to suck it; this week we’ll teach her to fuck. If you like, you can try her on Monday.

—Perfect. I’ll make a note of it.

***

When Esteban left, the first thing Gustavo did was order her into position to receive his piss. Then he laid her out on a table and began milking her with the skill only he possessed.

—While I milk you, I’ll explain your training for the week. Milking sessions will last forty minutes, only with the machine or by me. I’ll inject you with medication morning and night. I know from experience that this will send your tension through the roof: you’ll want to touch yourself constantly, you’ll want people to suck you… and it’s forbidden. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, ask one of the women to hook you up to the milking machine for fifteen minutes. That will relieve you, and you can ask as many times as you need.

—This week we’ll teach you to fuck —he continued—. Masters and Mistresses will penetrate you at all hours. I don’t need to remind you that you can’t come: that would be a very serious mistake. And as soon as I finish milking you, Sonia and I will teach you to endure punishment without making us gag you. A slave must not be noisy. Understood?

—Yes, sir. I’m grateful that you’re teaching me —she replied.

Just as the conversation ended, Sonia arrived.

—Start spanking her. I have twenty minutes of stimulation left, and then I’ll join you.

Sonia spanked her buttocks with her hand for those twenty minutes, leaving her ass a deep red. Tears sprang from Diana’s eyes, and a few whimpers escaped her mouth that she could not swallow back. Then they removed her belt, tied her arms high to a chain on the ceiling, and spread her legs with a separator.

—I’m going to punish your breasts and your pussy. For every sound louder than a whisper, Sonia will give you three lashes with the cat-o’-nine-tails. Understood, bitch?

—Yes, sir.

Gustavo started with her pussy, which was dripping; the best thing was to cool her arousal immediately. His palm fell on her exposed sex with increasing force, and Diana could not prevent the occasional howl, which Sonia answered with three lashes. Far from drying, Gustavo noticed that his hand grew wetter with every blow, so he moved on to her breasts.

Diana was taking a genuine beating. Her breasts were flogged from side to side, sometimes with both hands, and no matter how tightly she clenched her teeth, they could still hear her. Sonia whipped her almost without pause, until her ass and breasts were equally red. The two executioners stopped only to enjoy the sight.

—Sonia, do you think we can make this bitch quieter?

—These fine girls are delicate, but if we get her used to punishment, she’ll end up enjoying it and moaning with pleasure. You have other business now, don’t you?

—True. Do you want to stay with her a while longer?

—Yes. I’ll put some weights on her and fuck her until she makes me come.

Before releasing her, Sonia tightened the breast cuffs again—they looked beautiful, like two red balloons—and drove two more clamps into the lips of her pussy. She made Diana scream again, but by then she no longer cared: she hung two two-hundred-gram weights from each one, increasing her complaints.

—Stick your tongue out as far as you can. I’m putting a clamp on it since you can’t keep quiet. Farther out, bitch; I want you to eat my pussy first.

She freed her from the chain, cuffed her hands behind her back by tying them to the collar, and left her bent over a narrow table: her breasts hung over one side, the pussy weights over the other. Sonia sat on a kind of swing, braced her feet against the table, and offered her open sex. Eating her with the clamp on her tongue was not easy.

—Considering your limitations, that wasn’t bad. Now I’m going to apply a special lubricant to the harness area. First you’ll feel heat; in a few minutes it will start to sting inside. It lasts forty-eight hours, and you’ll feel it only when you’re penetrated. It’s the usual method for preventing you from enjoying yourself while you learn to fuck.

—Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress —Diana stammered.

Sonia penetrated her with one of her largest harnesses, with thick testicles, and began slowly, burying it completely with every thrust so the lubricant would reach as deep as possible and brush against her clitoris. She enjoyed watching the weights swing in the mirror.

—Tell me when it starts to sting.

—Now, Mistress —she said five minutes later.

Sonia knew she could really go at her now: no one came with that stinging, imperceptible at rest but unbearable with friction. She began fucking her without mercy, pulling on the rope joining the collar to her wrists, watching the weights swing rapidly and the moans she drew from her.

—Come on, bitch, suffer! Your pain is my pleasure!

When she came, Diana was exhausted and sore.

—I think you need to hydrate. Get into position and open your mouth.

Diana no longer cared about swallowing; she had grown accustomed to it and even appreciated being gifted their fluids. Afterwards, Sonia connected her to the milking machine at moderate suction as a reward for the orgasm and removed her plug, which she silently thanked her for.

—Don’t get comfortable, bitch. I’m going to apply the same lubricant as before.

When she put it back in, Diana’s rectum began to burn, and she started moving her ass as if trying to expel the plug, which made Sonia laugh. The woman amused herself by pushing it in and pulling it out, enjoying her desperation.

—But, Mistress, my Master only allows them to dilate me, not fuck me there —she protested.

—Ha, ha. Your Master wants to be the one to wreck your ass; that doesn’t stop us from fucking it with smaller implements. This week you’ll learn to give pleasure from the front and the back.

She continued the punishment until the machine stopped after forty minutes.

—Come on, I’m taking you to dinner. With all the attention you need, you’re getting out of your usual duties.