Diana’s Second Day of Training

Two ladies removed the straps and plugs from the inmates so they could empty their bowels before the shower. Diana waited with her knees together and her eyes lowered, בדיוק as they had taught her on the first day. She still found it hard to believe that she had signed up for this herself.

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

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

—Get up on the cot and go on all fours.

—Ma’am, may I pee first? —she asked in a thread of a voice.

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

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

The liquid went in without pause and at a good pace while both of them pawed at her breasts and joked about what size they ought to reach to satisfy Master Andrés.

—And your nipples, bitch? Still giving you pleasure, or do they need another going-over?

Diana was already feeling the pressure in her belly. Just over a liter had gone in when they started torturing her nipples, one lady on each side: when the right one twisted inward, the left was pulled outward. No matter how hard she tried to stay quiet, she couldn’t. She started to complain, to beg them to let her empty herself, feeling deep cramps.

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

—We’ll have to put the muzzle back on her so we don’t have to listen to her. There’s still the milking to do.

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

—Of course not.

At that moment Mr. Gustavo came in carrying two syringes twice as large as the ones from the day before.

—Yes, you’re seeing that right. Yesterday I gave you a half dose in case there were any unwanted effects, but since you’re tolerating the medication, from today on it’s a full dose.

—Now you’re really going to suffer —one of the ladies added—. The milker is going to maximum suction and the cramps will get worse. You have to endure the mandatory thirty minutes while holding in the enema.

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

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

Diana thought she was going to faint. She kept moaning into the muzzle, and on top of the cramping pain came the pain in her nipples, trapped by brutal suction. One of the ladies began spanking her ass while the other tugged at the machine tubes, causing her breasts to sway back and forth endlessly.

—If you keep whining, we’ll leave you another fifteen minutes without emptying yourself.

At last the milker stopped. They helped her down and almost carried her to the latrine.

—You can empty yourself now, bitch. I hope it’s all clean, or tomorrow we do it again.

—What do you think, companion?

—Good, the water’s coming out clear. Keep her on a soft diet for six more days and then move to a weekly enema, like the rest.

—What plug is she getting today?

—The ten-by-three-and-a-half. But better to put it on after the chastity belt, to make sure it fits. Let them know to bring it.

The belt ordered for Diana was meant to prevent masturbation and vaginal penetration, allowing only anal. The blacksmith arrived and fitted it to her: it was immaculate and functional, exactly as they had asked for.

—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.

—Don’t worry, take her with you and bring her back when you’re done. Remember she has to drink plenty of liquid.

***

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

—I’m no sir, and I don’t allow females to talk to me. I’ve never liked conversing with animals. Just limit yourself to obeying 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 very hard time of it; Tomás’s stream was thick and bitter, but she gritted her teeth, swallowed it all, and cleaned him with her tongue.

—Stand up. I want to try a pair of cuffs I designed for breasts.

When he put them on her, he saw he had almost undershot the size: he would have to make others larger, though for now they served. They were much more practical than ropes: quick to put on, adjustable, with a keyed lock and a central connection that each master could tighten as he pleased.

—Kneel and start sucking. Whether you eat breakfast before or after depends on you.

Hunger pressed in on her. Two bowls of soup and the occasional load didn’t fill the stomach, so Diana gave herself over with an anxiety even she didn’t recognize, searching for that milk that had become her only food. She didn’t take long to find it.

—Lick me clean, get every last 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 today she was spared exercise. While she helped prepare the meal, another slave came in with drops of milk peeking from her breasts. The night’s rain had made the center’s dirt road impassable, and no master had been able to get there to empty her.

—Got 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 had her sucking for more than twenty minutes from each breast. She had a lot of milk built up, and the favor was mutual: both of them ended up relieved.

The rest of the day went by like the previous one: some broth, serving the gentlemen and ladies, 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 with its key; he had liked it far too much.

That night, before locking them in their cubicles, the lady did not forget to give Diana one last piss so she would spend the night well hydrated. As she drifted off to sleep, she took stock of 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 nearly as hungry.

***

Diana made it through her first week without major changes, except for one: hunger took its toll on her and she began offering herself to all the gentlemen so she could suck them and get some milk. She had become an expert, and everyone ended up satisfied. Her breasts still didn’t produce, but they had grown enough that the blacksmith’s cuffs no longer closed.

—Tomás, did you make larger cuffs? The busty bitch has outgrown the old ones.

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

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

—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 keep going until an E. We’re hoping she’ll start producing milk, so we may even reach an F.

—Good, I’ll try these on her and make you others even larger.

Tomás fitted them on her and gave the key to Gustavo.

—Oof! They look so good, so round and close 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 the work.

—Of course. She’s all yours, you’ve earned it.

Tomás hung one-hundred-gram weights from her nipples. Diana howled like a wounded bitch; it was the only thing her nipples still needed, already sore as they were. He forced her to kneel and shoved his cock into her mouth.

—I’ll 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, it’s lasting. Make yourself comfortable, because you’re going to suck for quite a while.

He didn’t fool her. Diana spent nearly an hour with his cock in her mouth. She ended up exhausted: no man had ever lasted that long, least of all that week. Once he got his milk, they returned her to Gustavo with the weights still hanging, and he decided to have her work in the kitchen like that.

Between tasks, she couldn’t help a whimper here and there: the weights swung and her nipples felt it. The cooks put the muzzle on her so they wouldn’t have to listen to her.

—Careful not to drool on the food, bitch. I’ll speak to your tutor so he can finally break you of that whiny habit.

After lunch —the first she could take like everyone else— they milked her with the machine. But this time, instead of taking her to the parlor, Gustavo led her to a separate room, after first telling Sonia to join them in an hour.

Inside, Esteban, the doctor who came to check her progress, was waiting for her.

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

He began pawing at her breasts, stretching the nipples forward, upward, downward.

—I see you’ve punished them well. They’re hard and swollen, but she’s taking it very well. Still feeling tension, bitch?

—Yes, Doctor. Since yesterday I’ve been feeling discomfort —she murmured.

—That’s an excellent sign: the treatment is working sooner than expected and you’re already gaining volume. Take off her belt and plug, I’m going to examine her and then we’ll talk.

Esteban stepped a little away from Gustavo to inform him.

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

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

—Go ahead. As for the breasts, since she’s responding so well, inject the medication morning and night. The milking only by machine or by you, and for forty minutes. Let’s see if next week she starts to drip.

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

—Perfect. Noted.

***

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

—While I milk you, I’ll explain your training for the week. The milkings will be forty minutes, only by machine or by me. I’ll inject medication morning and night. I know from experience this will make your tension skyrocket: you’ll want to touch yourself nonstop, you’ll want to be sucked... and that’s forbidden. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, you ask a lady to hook you up to the milker for fifteen minutes. That will relieve you, and you can ask as many times as you need.

—This week we’re going to teach you to fuck —he went on—. You’ll be penetrated by gentlemen and ladies at all hours. No need to remind you that you can’t come: that would be a very serious mistake. And as soon as I’m done milking you, Sonia and I will teach you to endure punishment without our having to gag you. A slave shouldn’t be noisy. Understood?

—Yes, sir. Thank you for teaching me —she answered.

Just as the conversation ended, Sonia arrived.

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

Sonia spanked her ass with her hand for those twenty minutes, leaving her backside a deep red. Tears sprang from Diana’s eyes and a few whimpers escaped from her mouth that she couldn’t quite swallow. Then they removed her belt, tied her arms up high to a chain in the ceiling, and spread her legs with a divider.

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

—Yes, sir.

Gustavo started with her cunt, which was dripping; the best thing was to bring her heat down immediately. His palm came down on the exposed sex harder and harder each time, and Diana couldn’t help the occasional howl, which Sonia answered with her three lashes. Far from cooling off, Gustavo could feel his hand getting wetter with every smack, so he moved on to the breasts.

Diana was getting a real beating. Her breasts were slapped from side to side, sometimes with both hands, and no matter how hard she clenched her teeth, she could still be heard. Sonia whipped her almost without pause, leaving both her ass and breasts equally red. The two executioners stopped only to enjoy the view.

—Sonia, do you think we’ll manage to make this bitch quieter?

—These delicate girls are sensitive, but if we get her used to punishment she’ll end up liking it and moaning with pleasure. You’ve got other business now, right?

—That’s right. 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 pinched two more clips onto the lips of her cunt. That made her scream again, but she no longer cared: she hung two two-hundred-gram weights from each one and increased her complaints.

—Stick your tongue out as far as you can. I’m putting a clip on you, since you can’t manage to keep quiet. Farther out, bitch, because first I want you to eat my cunt.

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

—For your limitations, that wasn’t bad. Now I’m going to apply a special lubricant to the harness area. At first you’ll feel heat; in a few minutes it’ll start to sting inside. It lasts forty-eight hours and you’ll only feel it when you’re penetrated. It’s the usual method so you don’t enjoy yourself while learning to fuck.

—Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am —Diana babbled.

Sonia penetrated her with one of her larger harnesses, with thick testicles, and started slowly, burying it all the way in with each thrust so the lubricant would reach the deepest part and brush the clitoris. She enjoyed watching in the mirror as the weights swayed.

—Tell me when it starts to sting.

—Now, ma’am —she said after five minutes.

Sonia knew she could really go to town now: nobody came with that sting, imperceptible at rest but unbearable with friction. She started fucking her mercilessly, tugging on the rope that joined collar and wrists, watching the swift sway of the weights and the moans it drew out of 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.

By then Diana no longer cared about swallowing; she had gotten used to it and even appreciated being treated to their fluids. Afterward, Sonia hooked her up to the milker at moderate suction as a reward for the orgasm and removed the plug, which she silently appreciated.

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

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

—But ma’am, my master only allows me to be stretched, not fucked there —she protested.

—Ha, ha. Your master wants to blow out your ass himself; that doesn’t stop us from fucking it with smaller equipment. This week you’ll learn to give pleasure front and back.

She kept up the punishment until the machine stopped at forty minutes.

—Come on, I’ll take you to dinner. With all the devoted attention you need, you’re getting out of the usual chores.