Cumslut
Blackfist © 2005

"Wake up."

I slap her hard across the face.

"I said, 'Wake up!"

I slap her again harder. As her face reddens from the blow I hear a groggy moan as she starts to shake off the drugs. I've tied her naked to the floor. Her arms are bound behind her back in an arm harness. I've woven her hair into the harness to hold her head back. The hair is pulled so tightly that she can't tilt her head and I'll have to cut it to get her loose.

As her eyes open, she tries to move. When she can't a brief flicker of fear crosses her face. Then she tries to close her mouth. The O-ring gag prevents it.

"Don't move and don't scream," I say as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. I've already fucked her face three times while she was out. A couple of times I thought she'd wake up as she suffocated on my cock, but she didn't. I shove my cock into her mouth and pump into her throat a couple of times before pulling out and putting my cock back into my pants. I smile at her, then slap her again.

"Your mouth should be quite sore. I've had to use and extra large ring to make sure I fit." I walk behind her and adjust her arms so that they are closer to the floor. This causes her breasts to jut out and her head to tilt fully back.

"Hmmm, almost ready for my guests." As I reach for the funnel, she mumbles what I think is her safe word. I ignore it.

"Did you say 'release'?" I couldn't quite make it out and almost doesn't count," I say smiling down at her face. I can see it in her eyes, she knows I heard her and will not let her go. I attach the 2 inch tubing to the end of the funnel, and slip it down her throat. She retches.

"Don't fight it. You'll just make it worse." I lay the funnel into her open waiting mouth.

"Last night at the play party I gave you an opportunity to make me proud, you failed. You won't fail next time." In front of our guests I told her to drink my cum. She refused and sat the glass back on the table. Drinking cum has always been something she couldn't stomach. It was her last test to see if her training was complete. It wasn't.

"I've invited all the male guests from last night and about 15 other men to help you learn to stomach cum," I say glancing over my shoulder as I open the door to the living room and wave in the guys. There are 30 of them. All have their stiff cocks in hand. They've been stroking them to our home movies for the last hour or so.

"As promised boys, here is my cum slut for your use. Only 2 rules: 1. You can't fuck her; 2. You have to cum in the funnel in her mouth. You cum somewhere else, I'll kick you out. Other than that enjoy her and cum as much and as many times as you can in the next 2 hours."

I glance at my little slut and see a silent trail of tears down her cheeks. Unmoved I move to the chair that I have set up so that I can watch her humiliating lesson. The click of the timer is the loudest sound in the room. For the next two hours I watch as men grope and grab her breasts. Steve, a guest from the night before, spends his time slapping at her breasts with his crop. Under normal circumstances, I'm sure she'd love his attention. Others delight in shoving fingers into her pussy and ass. In the end, they all dump load after load into her belly.

Soon I grow bored of watching the action. Instead, I monitor the room for her safety. Only one man is removed for trying to remove the funnel and cum directly in her mouth.

Click.

"Well gentlemen, your time's up. Please wait in the other room, we will join you shortly," I say opening the door.

As they file out, I pull out my kitchen scissors and hack away at the slut's hair to cut her loose. She immediately starts to dry heave.

"If you vomit, I will leave you tied up until I can gather a new group of men and this time it will be four hours." She doesn't say a word, but her look shouts her hatred in my direction. I slap her.

"Don't forget your place bitch!" I snarl.

It takes moments, but finally her hurt and frustration give way to soft tears.

"Yes, Master" she manages between soft sobs. I stroke her hair in a cruel moment of kindness.

"That's better cumslut. Now go make sure all of my guests' cocks are licked clean and give them towels." Sadistically, I mirror my sweet words by pulling her roughly by her hair to the door and holding it open for our guests to see her torment. "Come to the kitchen when you've thanked each guest," I say loud enough for them all to hear that she is there's for further use and abuse.

When she finally makes it to the kitchen she's covered in cum. It appears that my guests took advantage of the relaxed rules and shoot there wads on her face, in her hair, and on her breasts. I don't allow her to clean up.

"You must be famished."

"Please let me clean myself, Sir."

"Sit I've prepared a special meal for you." I slide the plate towards her. "Eat up."

She picks up her fork, "Yes, Sir."

"Wait, I've forgot to add the topping." I pick up a jar of liquid, then pour it over her meal. It comes out like watery snot.

"W...what is it sir."

"Busters cum." Buster's our dog. She hesitates. I smash her face into the sticky goo on the plate. "I said, 'Eat.'" Through her tears I can hear her licking at her plate so I let go of her head. Looking at her, I wonder if this will be enough to erase her phobia of drinking cum. Shit, her father fucked her up. After molesting her, he'd make her swallow his load and lick his dick and balls clean. Ever since, drinking cum has been the one thing she's refused to do. Defeated by the days events she quitely finishes her meal.

"Are you thirsty dear?" I ask too sweetly.

"Yes, Sir." Her shoulders sag, she knows what's cumming.

Going to the refrigerator I remove the glass filled with my chilled cum. "A special drink of daddy's cum to finish your meal," I say sliding the glass to her. She raises the glass to her lips and begins to drink. "I'm your daddy now." She gulps.

"Yes, Ma.."

"DADDY, say it!"

"Yes, Daddy."