WARNING: Unlike the previous, relatively nice chapters, this chapter includes (by action, description or reference): mind control, mf, mm, ff, mff, oral, anal, pedo, incest, rape, nc, slavery, bestiality, bondage, domination, foot, milking, sadism, masochism, shaving (well, hair removal), exhibitionism, voyeurism, ws, scat, torture, mutilation, castration, vivisection, death, cannibalism, and maybe a few others. In other words, just about everything (except necrophilia, transvestites, Star Trek and a few fetishes).
Billy was now 28 years old. He lived in a fairly large mansion a few miles out of town, with a huge staff and a small fleet of cars.
Billy reached down and caressed the naked slave kneeling beside him on the seat. He was naked in the back of his limo, returning from a business and slaving trip to the city. Every week or so he had to go "shopping", as he called it. This had been a fairly good trip. The nude, busty redhead next to him and the naked Oriental gently sucking his cock were only two of the six he had collected. The rest were sleeping in the trunk.
He flicked red's long, pointy nipples, smiling at her moans. Her name was Donna something, emphasis on `was'. Her mind was already gone, replaced by the simple obedience of a slave; for the moment, Donna was effectively dead. Maybe he would give her back her mind long enough to rape her; the fear and revulsion, the screams and the tears were usually a big turn-on. But for now, she was nothing but a slave.
He grabbed her left nipple and twisted... hard... harder.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!"
There it was. She had a high pain threshold. His twist made it almost 3/4 of a revolution before she screamed. He played with her nipples, pulling them out, twisting them. He pushed the spongy breasts together and tightly clamped both nipples with one hand, pulling and twisting, watching the expressions of pain distort her face.
Releasing her nipples, he grabbed her pubic hair, tearing out a small bunch of curly red locks. After examining it for a moment, he put it in her mouth, open in a quiet moan, and ordered her to swallow it, imagining the tickling and scratchiness it would produce in her throat... a very subtle torment. Grabbing another handful, he tore it free and once again fed it to her. He did this until her pubic area was fairly smooth and red.
Giving her pain-reddened cunt a slap, he turned her over on her hands and knees. Removing the petite Oriental from his cock, he positioned her at the redhead's ass and ordered her to clean the redhead's ass and cunt of any remaining hair.. with her teeth, but not to swallow. It was difficult work, but the Oriental had a good bite and sharp teeth. She did it faithfully, even with Billy pulling and twisting her nipples.
When the Oriental had finished, he pulled the redhead up into a sitting position and placed the Oriental in her lap. He had them kiss deeply, the Oriental transferring the hair in her mouth to the redhead who swallowed it as best she could. While the redhead's tongue was cleaning out the Oriental's mouth, he grabbed a few heavy double clamps. Using them, he clamped the redhead's nipples to the Oriental's, giving them sharp tugs to make certain they were tightly attached. After a moment of feeling around, he did the same to their clits, forcing the Oriental's sparse pubic hair to rub against the redhead's sensitive pubic area. They were nearly screaming into each other's mouths, but they continued their deep kissing, not having been told to stop.
He shoved the two of them, attached at tits and cunt, into a horizontal position, with the smaller Oriental on the bottom. Quickly greasing up his cock (for his own comfort; the redhead's comfort meant nothing to him), he thrust it into the small, tight anus facing him.
He actually heard the redhead's scream this time, muffled though it was in the Oriental's mouth. No wonder. A tight virgin anus, suddenly torn by a man's thick 6 1/2" cock; the thrust pulling cruelly at her nipples, clamped and attached to the small woman underneath her; her sensitive clit pulled out and clamped to the other woman's clit; and her sensitive, red pubic area being grated across the Oriental's pubic hair like sandpaper.
Hmmmm. Billy, leaving his cock in the tight anus, grabbed another clamp and pulled the women's heads apart. Attaching one side of the clamp to the redhead's tongue, he pulled out the Oriental's tongue and carefully clamped the other side onto it. Both women moaned, then once again screamed into each other's mouths as he began thrusting.
It took a good fifteen minutes for him to climax. The redhead passed out once, but was forced back to painful consciousness by the Amulet hanging around her Master's neck.
After unclamping the two (and enjoying their gasps as blood reentered their various body parts), he had the redhead kneel down on the floor, in the Oriental's previous position, to clean up his cock. As she licked and sucked the slightly bloody, shit-covered cock, Billy started playing with the Oriental.
Fortunately for the Oriental, they were just entering the grounds of Billy's estate. An electric fence ran along the perimeter and Billy's special guards stood at attention at the gate.
In fact, all men who worked for Billy were "special". Billy had decided that no man but himself in his domain would be allowed to climax. So he possessed the only pair of balls within a mile of his house. Well, that's not technically true. He always made certain to give his employees their severed testicles back, attached to a unique plaque which they had to place above their beds.
There were a few exceptions. Billy now had two young sons (one by Mother, one by Amy), just toddlers, who were unscathed. He had also made an exception for Chris, his childhood friend, who was allowed one or two orgasms a month. Billy had never been very interested in homosexuality, except for Chris. Chris was the only man who continued to excite him. Oh, certainly, he occasionally raped young boys, but that was mostly just to cause pain and keep himself open to all experiences. He also raped each new man in his service as the man's balls were being removed. Rape during mutilation was always a big turn-on. (Usually, he raped their mouths, feeling their throats massage his dick with their screams, but a couple times he carefully raped the anus while the victim's balls were slowly and very cautiously removed.)
But he still called them "men," even without testicles. On the other hand, there were no "women" on his estate, only "sluts," "bitches," or "cunts."
He rolled down his window, and the guards, seeing Billy, stood at attention, saluted and opened the gate.
His mansion was fairly large. Ten bedrooms, five bunkrooms (with about 20 beds each), a large kitchen, dining room, study, library, dungeon, pool, garden and a very large play/living area. With the six new additions, he would have nearly fifty women in residence, with about 20 men and boys as well. All of them were his obedient slaves.
The limo pulled up in front of the main entrance, and two men and half a dozen women ran out to greet him, kneeling once they were in position. The men, like all men within the privacy of his estate, were dressed only in tight spandex briefs. The women were nude.
He stepped out and caressed his mother's head, petting her. She was always there to greet him when he came home. The driver moved to the trunk to release the four girls stuffed in there. They had slept since he had collected them a few hours earlier. He no longer put more than five in the trunk at a time. Not since the time he had stuffed seven in there and only three came out alive. (He didn't care that they had died, just that he had wasted so much time on them.)
"Lock them up for the night. I'll break them in tomorrow." Billy gestured and the three men (including the driver) and three of the women led the new slaves inside and down to the dungeon. All new slaves spent their first night in chains. To be honest, there was really no need to chain them or break them in. The Amulet could take care of all of that... and it usually did. Billy just liked to do it the hard way. It was more traditional.
The remaining three women crawled beside him, scraping their knees on the pavement, as he walked inside.
He paused just inside the door and held out his foot for his doorslut to lick his feet clean. She was a bit slow today for some reason, so he gave her a good kick in the face when she finally finished. Broke her nose, maybe. It didn't matter. Her only job was cleaning his feet. To break her in, he had walked through dog shit, piss, mud, an anthill and gravel. She licked and swallowed it all, without vomiting. (A standing house rule was whoever vomited had to lick it up... unless Billy was the one who was sick.) Billy wondered whether or not her tongue was wearing out. After all, she had been the doorslut for over a year, a long time for a doorslut to last. Let's see... how did he get rid of the last doorslut? Oh yes, gave her one last fuck (up the ass; no sense in being too nice to her), then crushed her head by standing on it and loading himself down with weights. (The new DoorSlut had licked him clean after the execution.) Hmmm. He'd have to come up with a different method this time. He'd cut his foot on a skull fragment the last time. Maybe he'd just crush her neck. Anyway, such speculation was a bit too premature. She probably had another month or two left in her.
Like DoorSlut, he had many bitches with a single job.
He had one for his toilet. She drank only his piss and ate only his shit. That was now her entire purpose in life. Eventually, she'd be unable to swallow his shit quickly enough and would choke and suffocate like the others before her. Until then, her only real nutrition was through an IV drip. (After all, he didn't think there was much nutritional material in shit and piss.) Sure, an IV was a bit extravagant, but it was nice to know she would know no other taste than his waste.
He had a tissue bitch. Her job was to swallow his snot and clean his nostrils with her tongue. A very disgusting, but not very demanding job. The only times he really used her was when he had a cold.
He had a slut with a soft stomach and tits to use as a pillow and another to warm his feet at night.
He had one to wash him in the shower or bath. (Occasionally, he'd take a tongue bath, but he usually used a small group to do it. It would take too long for any one slut to clean him that way.)
He had one to act as a footrest, and another as his dinner plate. (His dinner plate had numerous burns on her belly, cunt and tits from scalding hot food. But it didn't really bother her. Billy had made her a pain slut, a true masochist. She also had burns from black candle wax from occasional candlelight dinners; she had to hold the candles upright with her mouth and cunt.)
He made sure he always had at least three or four milk cows, women he kept pregnant to keep their milk flowing easily. His lips hadn't touched non-human milk in three years. (He didn't consider the cows' children to be his. They were just future slaves. In fact, since the baby boys' balls were too small for trophies, he simply fed the testicles to the mothers... a little post-labor snack.)
He had a doctor in residence to care for them, but she was forbidden to repair any major damage without specific permission. Major damage was probably intentionally inflicted. She was also forbidden to dispense or use any painkillers or anesthesia without permission.
All these sluts' different jobs might get confusing at times if he hadn't hit upon the idea of tattooing each slut's purpose in life on her forehead. "Toilet", "Tissue", "DoorSlut", "Pillow", etc. were all tattooed in tasteful, attractive letters on their foreheads.
Of course there were also sluts who didn't really have definable titles.
Once, inspired by an old gangster movie, he had encased a slut in a cement block, with only her ass hanging out. She breathed, "ate" (if you can called drinking liquefied food "eating") and drank through a tube, shit and pissed through her exposed genitalia, and lived a full two weeks encased, unmoving, in hard darkness. Although it was an exciting idea at the beginning, he found that the artificially-heated cement scraped his thighs whenever he fucked her. When he finally got tired of her, he just pissed in her tube until she drowned. Her body was, of course, dumped in a nearby lake.
There was one bitch, still alive, he had nicknamed "Holey Mary". (Not Mary Black... she was still around somewhere, unlike her mother and sister, long since passed away.) She no longer looked human; she was just a mass of places to stick his dick. It had started when she had accidentally scraped his cock with her teeth once. He was in a bad mood and had immediately dragged her to the doctor to have her teeth pulled out. No anesthesia. That had been one wild fuck. Her head and torso were strapped down while the doctor pulled out her teeth, but her legs and hips were unfettered, free to thrash about while he fucked the shit out of her. He had really enjoyed fucking her mouth till it bled during the following week. A week or so later, he had a great idea. A way to fuck her mouth without going through her lips. With Mary once again strapped down and Billy fucking her ass, the doctor carefully cut a flap of flesh free at the base of her neck. Similar to a tracheotomy, but large enough for his dick. He could now fuck her throat, up to her mouth, by literally fucking her throat. (True, he had to be careful, or he'd suffocate her and end all his fun.) That had really started him going. Her hands were now sewn into two permanent masturbation sleeves for his cock. Her feet had been sewn together so he could always fuck her insteps. (But they still allowed her knees to part widely enough to let him reach her cunt and asshole.) His masterpiece so far was her breast (no longer breasts). He had her large breasts vivisectioned together, forming one large breast (two nipples) with a nice tight hole running through the middle. (She had to go most of the day with a dildo stuck in her breast tunnel, to keep it from healing closed.) Though he rarely used them, her outer ears had been cut up, leaving a cock- sized hole in each. At the moment, he was working on her nose. The septum had been removed, and the single remaining nostril was being slowly stretched to eventually admit his cock into her sinus cavity. Last night, while fucking her navel (which had been surgically widened and deepened to admit his cock 3-4" into her gut) and enjoying her cries of pain, he had started wondering about her eye. This weekend, he'd decided to have the doctor pluck one eye out. The resulting hole probably wouldn't fit much more than the head of his dick, but the idea turned him on. And anyway, it was always wild, fucking a slut during surgery without anesthesia.
Not being able to walk or even eat normally, Mary's only purpose in life was to provide fuck holes. When Billy eventually tired of her, he had already decided how to kill her. He would have the doctor cut open her guts so he could fuck her intestines. Then, while he was getting hard again, Mary's chest would be opened so Billy could fuck her still beating heart to death. True, he might have to use localized anesthetics to keep her from dying too quickly, but just thinking about it made him hard. But it could wait. Poor, bed-ridden, pain-riddled Holey Mary was still one of his favorites. He never grew tired of her screams. Maybe... hey! He could cut a hole in her tongue! He could fuck her mouth and tongue together. It would be like fucking her screams. He'd have to be careful not to tear her tongue out, but Billy mentally added it to the list of holes to make anyway.
Mary was the most obvious example of living torture, but there were other, more traditional examples. As he entered his living area, he saw one of his three traditional-torture sluts prominently displayed, hanging horizontally by straps attached to her wrists, ankles and waist. (The other torture sluts were affixed to his bedroom wall and the rack in the dungeon.)
(Of course, the torture sluts and the bitches like Holey Mary who were unable to care for themselves each had a cunt assigned to care for them, feed them, clean them, remove their waste products, apply antibiotics to prevent infections, etc.)
Most of the house was nicely carpeted, but there was a hard tile under the torture slut, with drains to keep blood from staining the carpet.
Billy paused to examine her. All her toenails were gone, along with two toes. Right kneecap broken and bound up. Her left hand was lacking fingernails and the little finger, but her right hand was still intact. Nose smashed. One eye blackened and puffy. A couple teeth missing. Singed nipples and cunt. If he was lucky, he might be able to make her last another two or three days. He usually used up two torture sluts a week.
He rolled over a small machine on wheels and pulled out two wires, one with a clip, one with a small metal-tipped butt plug on the end. He attached the clip to her clit and shoved the dry plug into her butt. After giving them both sharp tugs to make sure they were firmly attached, he went to the machine and began fiddling with knobs. The "volume" knob would go anywhere from low moans at `1' to ear-piercing screams at `8' to unconsciousness at `10'. The current wouldn't be continuous either, or she would simply adjust to it. It would vary considerably but average out at the correct setting. He just wanted some background "music" from the slut, so he set it between `3' and `4'.
As he started to move away, the cunt assigned to care for the torture slut moved to her side, a small vial in her hand. During the torture, it was her job to catch any tears. Hot salty tears were one of Billy's favorite drinks, but it took quite a while to get enough for a glass-full.
Listening to the slut's loud moans, he went past her and sat down in his favorite chair. Originally white, he had stained it dark red with blood, human blood. (His chair covered with tanned human skin was too damn uncomfortable, but it was still around the house somewhere.) His Footstool quickly crawled into position, and he propped his feet up on her back.
Two sluts started a lesbo 69 on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Billy always liked to have a little show going on in the background.
He whistled and his sister came crawling up, panting and wagging her ass. His little sister no longer had any pretense of being human. Her mind was that of a dog, a bitch constantly in heat. Her hair was extremely long and swept the floor beneath her. She was the only bitch he allowed an uncut pubic area; in fact, her cunt hair was a tangled mass so long that it hung a couple inches out from her cuntlips. (But he did have her armpits and legs shaved regularly.) Though she was the only dog to be allowed free reign of the house, she did have a number of male dogs (real dogs, that is) out back that she fucked daily.
His mother knelt down beside him and gently took Billy's cock in her mouth. Billy rubbed her head briefly, then felt up her ass. Her asshole was huge, mainly due to her daily horse fuck. She was required to ass-fuck a stallion every day and leave its cum in her ass for Billy to check.
"Good girl, Mother. Now go tell the chef I want dinner in an hour, and bring in any discipline problems. And send in Amy."
His mother reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth and gave him a loving smile as she crawled off to the kitchen. A moment later, Amy crawled in on her knees, upright. Amy was the only female allowed to keep her first name, since she was his first woman. (Even Mom and Sis were now known only as... well, Mom and Sis.) But since he couldn't let the special treatment go to her head, her hands were always bound behind her back, usually with leather straps or handcuffs. That meant she had to crawl upright, head above the others, but it also meant she ate from a dog bowl and had to have others lick her face clean. (Then again, most of the women simply ate directly from the floor, so a dog bowl was a step up too.) He was considering having her arms amputated, but was still too sentimental. (Damn weak of him, but he couldn't help it. If she'd just do something wrong, he could get angry and have them amputated as punishment.)
Billy motioned her over to his cock, which she eagerly took into her warm mouth.
While waiting for any discipline problems to be led in, he briefly turned his attention to Sis. She looked up at him with her large, loving brown eyes, and he couldn't resist. He lifted her face to his and shoved his tongue down her throat. When he finally released her, she gleefully licked his entire face, giving little yips of doggie pleasure.
Still stroking Sis' long head-fur he turned his attention to Mom, now re-entering the room with two crying bitches crawling behind her.
The first used to be a dyke b/d mistress... until Billy found her. From her, Billy had extracted a list of all nearby dykes and mistresses. He'd been picking up about one a month. (And he had Mar touch the minds of all the others, keeping them in the area until he got around to them.)
As to the dyke herself, he had been especially cruel. After infecting her with an all-consuming desire for Billy's cock, he had denied it to her. (Well, he had pissed on her once, with Toilet licking her clean, but that was it.) She was never allowed to come, but was rather the cause of orgasms for others. She was generally chained in the women's quarters as their pet. The only way his sluts could achieve orgasm without Billy was with their pet's oral attentions. Thus she was constantly in demand and rarely got more than half an hour sleep at a time. Also, Billy refused to feed her. The sluts, to keep their pet alive, had to save some of their food for her. But it was difficult to carry food in their hands since they crawled everywhere. So twice a day, the sluts would line up and force pre-chewed food from their mouths into hers. She would be insane by now, if the Amulet hadn't kept sanity forced upon her.
Apparently, her screams (not from pain, just from her situation) were starting to keep the other sluts awake at night. Her punishment, Billy decided, would be nearly constant whipping. For the next week, the only non-Billy way for the sluts to orgasm would be, not their pet's mouth, but her screams. Any slut who whipped the pet for at least ten minutes would be allowed an orgasm. The bitches would have to take care not to kill her (for their own sake; Billy wouldn't care that much). He would also provide a small sound-proof room for the whippings, so the sluts could get some sleep. Billy had Mar make the necessary changes in the sluts' mental programming.
The second bitch was a 12 year old girl. She was the daughter of a reporter who had been trying to get the story on Billy. Though Billy kept well out of the public eye, he was very rich and occasionally had to prevent stories about him from reaching the news. This particular reporter had brought his family with him on a vacation as a cover for his investigation. A policeman under Billy's influence (as most of the police were) had brought him to Billy's attention. Billy took the entire family to his mansion.
The son was a pudgy, ugly little boy. Billy simply strapped him, ass up, in the kitchen. His asshole served as trash receptacle until he died.
The parents were chained spread-eagle to the walls of the hallway outside the kitchen facing each other and in full view of their son. Billy raped both of them daily in full view of the other. Worse than that, he had made each beg for him to rape both their mate and themselves. Billy also decided that they should feed each other, so they ate each other's fecal and urinal waste. But that wasn't enough. Billy had them feast on each other's genitals. Their second day there, the wife was forced to slowly chew off her husband's testicles and eat them. The husband then bit off his wife's clit and chewed off most of her cuntlips. The third day, the wife ate half her husband's dick, and the husband ate one of his wife's breasts. The wife died the next day while her husband was eating her other breast. Billy forced the husband to keep eating his wife's carcass until he died as well. (To satisfy public record, he put their bodies in their car, pushed it off a remote cliff and made certain it caught fire. Their blackened skeletal remains were found a month later, and Billy made certain the record also showed that the daughter's body was found with the others, even though the daughter was still with Billy.)
The daughter, in sharp contrast to her brother and parents, was a vision of loveliness for her age (11). Billy raped her often in front of her family and assigned her to kitchen duty. She was, fittingly, the last person to stuff something in her brother's fat asshole before he died.
Unfortunately, she was extremely clumsy. She was generally up for punishment at least two or three times a month for burning food or breaking dishes. Today, she had ruined a batch of biscuits by mixing up baking powder and baking soda.
Billy sighed. He would hate to lose such a delicious little bitch... hmmm, delicious... say, that's an idea.
"Okay, bitch. You've been giving me trouble ever since you got here. I've gotten tired of it."
"Please, Master, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I..."
Billy cut her off. "And now you're interrupting me!"
She cowered in fear and misery. She knew better than to interrupt him or offer excuses.
Billy turned to his Mother. "Bring in the chef."
As Mom crawled off, Billy scratched Sis' head and closed his eyes, listening to the little girl's crying and sniffles and the torture slut's moans. If he had to get rid of this cute little bitch, he might as well give her a special send-off. There was something he had been wanting to try for a while...
He opened his eyes to see his Mother and the chef, a slightly chubby "special" man but a great cook, waiting patiently for him to address them. "We're going to have a special send-off for this clumsy little bitch. Tomorrow, shave her clean and wash her, inside and out. We're going to shove a spit from her cunt to her mouth and roast her for dinner."
Billy sat back, listening to her shrieks and cries as the chef led her off to the kitchen. Maybe he could arrange it so he could fuck her ass while she was being spitted.
He wondered what she would taste like. If it was as good as he hoped, he would make it a weekly event. A whole new area of sensation to explore.
The Demon in the Amulet had been keeping careful track of Billy's progress. By his reckoning, Billy was now the Most Evil Man Alive. Given a few decades, he might well succeed to the Most Evil Person in History. Quite a feather in the Demon's cap (so far as Hell was concerned). And the best part was, the Demon hadn't actively tried to influence Billy for the last five years! He was doing it all by himself now.
The thing most people don't realize is that only people truly aware of their actions and the consequences were eligible for a "Most Evil" position. Much evil is done by people who simply don't realize the effects of their actions. Maybe they don't think about their actions from anyone else's point of view. Maybe they are simply ignorant, stupid or unbalanced. Such people may contribute to the general evil in the world, and they will generally end up in Hell, but they usually aren't Evil in and of themselves.
However, Billy saw the suffering, mental and physical, that he inflicted. He reveled in it. Billy was now Evil and well on his way to being EVIL.
If Billy were to have this explained to him, it would make no difference. His conscience was dead, and he was having too much fun to change.
If Billy had had this explained to him when he was young and had known what he was going to become when he grew up, he probably would have thrown away the amulet or committed suicide to prevent such a future. But the corruption had proceeded slowly and carefully, a step at a time. Experience the rush, enjoy it, wallow in it long enough and it starts losing its effect. Lacking the will power to stop, becoming slave to his lusts, Billy would taste the next level of sensation, just a bit more violent or a bit more degrading or a bit more dominating. Soon a taste was not enough, and Billy would immerse himself completely in the new sensations, exploring them, drowning his conscience in the rush. And so it went...
This final chapter was the most difficult to write. But it was also the most necessary.
Myself, I have sometimes enjoyed reading various mind control fantasies on the Usenet (like The Book or Tommy Takes Charge). At the same time, though, I realize that such power, with no strictures or controls, no one to answer to, would necessarily lead to an abuse of power. Perhaps not the same kind of abuse as detailed in this last chapter, but abuse nonetheless. (Admittedly, The Book at least provides a loose group of watchdog telepaths, but their existence provides only very limited publicity-related restrictions.)
At the same time, I've attempted to tell a bit of a morality tale. Corruption, such as pornography (text, gif, video, magazine, etc.), always starts small. But soon, you may find yourself addicted to the rush. And the more you expose yourself to those influences, the smaller the rush. And with a smaller rush, you will find yourself moving on to more depraved things, lowering yourself to find a new rush.
True, this is a rather general rule. Whether it's pornography, drugs or whatever, there are always exceptions. You can always stop or draw a line you won't cross. But don't just say, "I can stop anytime I want." Prove it. Otherwise, you probably can't.
And if you didn't like the ending, make one up for yourself. This was a fantasy, meaning anything can happen. (For instance, after I read Agony in Pink, I was really disgusted with the ending (and most of the rest of it, come to think of it). Therefore, I decided that after the final chapter Billy cloned the Pink Ranger (using Zordon's technology) and transferred her mind to the new body. After all, if it's just a story, I can make it turn out however I want. At the very least, you can always use the soap-opera-excuse and say that some/all of the story was a dream.)