Shithole

       “Is there really no escape from this hell?”  She asked me from her tiny confinement.

       “If there is, I haven’t figured it out yet.  Then again, I’ve only been here about two or three weeks.  From what I can tell, that weird collar that is locked around your throat tightens as you go further and further away from whoever has the control.”  I answered her as best I could hoping that maybe she may be saved or we could figure something out together.

       The rest of the night was pretty restless.  Not just because of the confinement, but because she had so many questions.

       “Does he hurt you a lot?”

       “So far, I have received some kind of pain every day.  Just make sure you listen closely to all of his rules and follow them to the ‘T’ because the beatings are severe when you mess up.”   I remember all my failures to thank Master.

       “Honestly, what am in for?”  She said in a pouty tone.

       “Well, as you can see, he’s completely disgusting.  When I came here, his place looked like a dump and I had to wash and clean everything.  It took me three days to do it and I was working at it at least 12 hours a day.  He likes for you to suck him off while he takes a pooh and that is so disgusting.  If you throw up, he makes you lick it or take a beating.  But honestly, the most pain I have been in is the hair removal cream.  Just be prepared.”  With that said, we dozed off in a restless sleep.

       It was still dark when Master came out and woke us up with a hard kick to the kennel.  He had us both crawl out.  I prepared him breakfast while he worked on cuntjuice.  Breakfast did not take long to prepare.  When I was finished I took it out to him to find that he had bound her to the ground spread eagle and stretched to the max.  Master had me get on all fours as he sat on my back and enjoyed his bowl of oatmeal.  He was so damn heavy but I really had no choices whatsoever.

       When he finally finished, he threw the bowl aside and had me kneel and watch him work on cuntjuice.  He sat down on the grass and took a strong hold of her hair gathering as much as he could in one grasp.  He ordered me to fetch his bag of goodies.  I did as told and he pulled out a pair of scissors.

       “You earth women love your hair so damn much.  It gives you power over the weak men on your planet.  You think it makes you so fucking hot that no man can deny you.  So as my first order of business, I get rid of this hair for good.  From now on, you will be as bald as a fuckin’ cue ball.”  With that said, he used the scissors to cut her hair extremely short.  He ordered me to fetch him a big bowl.

I ran and did so.  When I returned, he was using clippers on her head leaving her with a short buzz cut.  She almost looked like a little boy.  He gathered all her hair and placed it in the bowl. 

He reached down into the bag and pulled out a pair of elbow length gloves and put them on.  He reached back into the bag and pulled out a large bottle of that torturous hair removal cream.  He squeezed out a handful and rubbed his gloved hands together before rubbing it thickly on her head.  She didn’t react to the lotion immediately as it took a few minutes to start the burn.  By then he had already made his way over her entire face and neck.  She started to struggle a little bit as he was rubbing the lotion into her arms and armpits.   Then it hit her.  Her screams were blood curdling.  She was screaming like she was about to die.  She struggled to move but the steaks held her firmly in place.  He worked his way down the front of her body over her super sensitive nipples and over her belly and sides.  It didn’t take long before she was completely covered in the cream.  He cries were growing hoarse as it was obvious she was in excruciating pain.  The cream was especially thick on her pussy.  Master stood and watched with a big smile as he was actually enjoying her discomfort and pain.

Then suddenly the screaming halted.  I remember my first time using that cream and how the pain was so severe, but it would end suddenly.  Cuntjuice lied there in tears and pain.  Master took the hose and power washed the lotion off her body.  The water was really cold and with no sun to heat her up, I could only imagine what she was going through.  I remained silent in my kneeling position holding a bowl of her hair.

Master then flipped her over and repeated the entire process on her back.  Again the screaming was insane and I almost cried for her as I had never heard someone cry so hard in pain.  I felt for the poor girl.  When Master had finished washing her off, he had us kneeling facing each other.  The sun was starting to peak over the eastern mountains and I was able to get a better look at the change in cuntjuice.  He wanted her hairless, and she didn’t have a single strand of hair on her entire body.  Her head was shiny in the dim light as was her entire body.  She looked completely different with no eyebrows and her eyelashes were completely gone as well.  It was a shame because she really had some beautiful eyelashes.  She glistened in the sunlight as it peaked over.

Master took the bowl from me and ordered me to suck him and show her how to do it correctly.  I placed my hands behind my back and began to suck making sure my teeth didn’t touch and my tongue was busy massaging his nasty smelly shaft.  Before long, he pulled me off his dick and jacked off in the bowl of hair.  He had a ton of cum that morning for some reason.  After that, he peed into the bowl.  Using his gloved hands, he mixed it up. 

Cuntjuice just knelt there pouting.  Master placed the bowl in front of her.

“Eat your breakfast, cuntjuice.”  She simply knelt there as if she was somewhere else in mind.

Master smacked her across the face.  “I said fuckin’ eat your goddamn breakfast, bitch!”

She bent over and reached in the nastiness of the bowl and began eating her cum and pee soaked hair.  Master ordered me to bathe and get ready like normal.  I did as told as Master enjoyed his new slut eating her own hair mixed with Cum and pee.  As I bathed, Master placed a nose hook in each of her nostrils.  He pulled it back hard and tied it tightly to the back of her collar.  After bathing, I walked over to the vanity and made myself up.  Pink everything as usual.  I curled my hair as I was instructed and sprayed myself with tons of perfume.  By the time I was finished Master had poor cuntjuice in a harsh bind.

He had managed to balloon her tiny tits really tight, they glistened brightly in the sun as they darkened from the poor blood circulation.  A large ring gag was placed in her mouth making her open really wide almost dislocating her jaw.  She had a thick leather strap around her waist.  Her poor pussy was filled with a large dildo that had a handle sticking out and a buttplug with the same handle.  They were held in with rope that went between her legs and behind her to the thick leather strap around her waist.  He tied her knees together and then tied her breasts to her knees forcing her to bend over. 

“I don’t like your head hung low, cunt, let me fix that.”  He tied a string from her nose hooks to the back of her waist bind forcing her head to raise and look up.  I felt really sorry for the poor girl as Master used some type of glue to make sure the strings from the nose hook wouldn’t slide to the sides of her head.  Tears poured down her face and she now had a fog that filled her eyes.  She must be in her happy place, I thought.

Master used rope to bind her elbows behind her back and her wrists as well.  He used thick leather cuffs to bind my hands behind my back and shackled my ankles to my wrists.  He gave me a pill to swallow and led the both of us out to his car.  Poor cuntjuice struggled behind as she was far more bound than I was.  I could only imagine how hard it was to walk like that.  The dildos swung back and forth with every step.

Master opened the hatchback and pushed cuntjuice into the back of the car.  She still didn’t look comfortable as she was in the fetal position with her head forced way back as she lied on her side.  He shut the door and pushed me in the back seat behind him.  We drove through town to the downtown area where there was a large crowd of about 2 or 3 hundred.  He opened the trunk of the car and roughly pulled cuntjuice out of the back.  He attached our leashes and had me follow him on his left side and her on his right.  In the middle of the square was a stage and right behind it was a small portable building.  Master tied cuntjuices leash to a metal bike rack just outside the portable and led me in.  Cuntjuice looked scared and embarrassed by her nakedness and predicament.  I was already used to being exposed in public, but I remembered my first time out naked on my pee and poop walks.

Master and I went inside where he talked to a man behind a counter.  I was stored in a small cage for a few hours while they got the auction started.  I was able to hear clearly as the auction went on on the stage.  The auctioneer would describe the slave, her virginity status, her training status, her measurements and the auction would start.  This day, five slaves were being sold.  I went last.  The others went for close to 50 grains which is what Master said he paid for me right off the ship.

I was let out of the cage and I was led to the stage where hundreds of people looked me over.  The auctioneer looked at me.  “Spread your legs about shoulder wide apart and put your arms out straight.”  He explained.  I did as told.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen.  What we have here is a rare site.  An actual virgin!”  The crowd roared and cheered.  “Her name is ‘shithole’, she is sixteen years young.  Not a single mark on this innocent body.  Her measurements are 33c, 22, 33.  She is a natural blonde.  Her skin is hairless and treated.  She is semi-trained in obedience, oral sex, anal rimming, humility, but she is not a fully trained slave.  Let’s start the bidding at 50 grains.”  Fifty grains?  Really?

Then I started seeing the flags raise all over the place.  My ears got a muffled buzz as I couldn’t believe I was actually being sold.

“SOLD, to Mr. Dugenheim for an astounding 498 grains.”  The auctioneer led me back to the portable where I was placed back into my cage.  Master was there with cuntjuice.  I could feel her discomfort both outside and in as she struggled to maintain balance in her bind.  The tears kept falling from her eyes.

It wasn’t long when a handsome well built young man walked in and paid for me.  Master was paid 448 grains for me and he paid 50 grains for the service.  Master walked over to me.

“Well, you made me a nice profit, shithole. “   With a smile he walked away with cuntjuice following him, dildos swinging behind her struggling body.  That would be the last time I would ever see Master again.  I still think about him from time to time. 

The handsome man easily lifted up my cage and carried me out to the back of a pickup truck.  It was then that I realized that this handsome man was not my actual Master, but a worker.  I was driven far off into the mountains toward my new Master’s home.  I could only pray that this master will be more attractive and nicer than my last.  Time will only tell.