The Discipline Initiative

Jessie was quite the troublemaker in her high school. She was only a freshman, but already she built up a reputation. Her bad behavior escalated over the school year to the point that the school administration called her mother in for a parent-teacher conference. Her mom, Mrs. Clarke's brow furrowed as the principal read the lengthy list of offenses and other patterns of ill behavior Jessie was guilty of.

"Truancy; 35% attendance rate." he read. "Bullying, disrupting classes, making lewd comments to students and teachers alike, and last but not least masturbating in class."

"I knew her behavior started spiraling out of control back in middle school, but I didn't think it would get this bad!"

"Mrs. Clarke, you know Jessie won't be able to stay in the school; I've expelled students for much less infractions, but I thought we could set up a system that would help guide her back to the straight path."

"I know, and I thank you for considering it with her." Mrs. Clarke's hands clenched into fists. "I just don't know what to do anymore, and she older she gets, at this rate the worse she'll be down the line."

"I figured as much. That's why I called you in today. There is a special program that we use; a very special program that I only reserve for special cases like Jessie." The principal pulled a manilla folder out of the forests of similar earmarked folders in the rack on his desk and handed it to her. She opened it up and read the advertising papers inside. "I can assure you it's a very effective system, and it will help her find her place in the world."

"This... this is..."

"I know how you must feel. It's difficult to make such a decision about flesh and blood, but I wouldn't have brought this to your attention unless we exhausted every alternative. No parent should be forced to choose this path for their child, but it's better than the one she's currently taking. I think you'll agree with me that this will work out better for everyone, Jessie included."

The principal reached over and flipped the pages to reveal a contract in the folder. Legal language aside, it stated that the [UNDERSIGNED]'s legal custody of [UNDERSIGNED] was to be handed over to [UNDERSIGNED], the last of which was left blank.

"Sign your name here, and your daughter's name there, if you wish to proceed." he said. "But understand that once you sign this contract, come tomorrow, your daughter will be dead not in body, but in spirit. You will never see her again, but she will be happy with her lot in life, and what she will become."

"And it takes place immediately?" Mrs. Clarke asked.

"It starts tomorrow, so I'd cherish the last hours you have with her."

Mrs. Clarke stared at the contract again. With what she read, it may as well been a death sentence, or maybe a torture warrant. Still, she knew that the alternative was Jessie going down a much darker path, one with gangs and drugs and sucking dick to score her next fix. With a heavy heart, she filled out the contract.

"Thank you, Mrs. Clarke." the principal said, taking the contract. "I understand that this must be difficult for you. It always is."

"Y-yeah..." she managed to croak out, her voice breaking as she reached for a tissue to dry her eyes.

"Do yourself a favor. Go home and spend the last few hours you have with your daughter. You won't get another chance."

• * *

Jessie's mom was strangely considerate to her the next morning, offering her seconds at breakfast and hugging her, period, much less hugging her tightly. She couldn't have been in a good mood; she had this whipped air about her, and ever since she returned from the PTA yesterday, she was extremely upset. Not that any of that mattered to Jessie, anyways. It did perturb her, however, when she didn't yell at her down the street as she left for school because she neglected to bring her backpack. Not that she was complaining; the less she had to listen to the old crone bitch at her, the better.

Jessie rounded the corner on her way to school when a black van rolled up next to her. She made little sounds as the occupant(s) took her by surprise, incapacitating her with chloroform and pulling her inside before driving off. No one in the quiet neighborhood took notice of this, and no one would shed a tear over her sudden disappearance. Even her mother's tears would dry up quickly as Jessie's life ended in favor of a new one.

• * *

Jessie came to her senses in pitch blackness, her arms bound behind her back. She was lying down on a solid cold floor, perhaps concrete. Her reaction was dulled because of the effects of the drug, but slowly, she shuffled about, trying to get to a seated position and slurred out a question.

"Where... the fuck am I?!" she called out. She was met almost immediately with a slap across the face from somewhere in the void.

"You have quite the filthy mouth, don't you?" the voice of a woman purred to her. Each word was like a sledgehammer against Jessie's skull.

"I can hear you just fine, you don't need to fucking sho-" another slap interrupted her.

"Stop that filthy language, girl. This will be so much easier for you if you cooperate."

"Fine fine! I'll stop saying fu- I'll stop." Jessie finally submitted. "Now can you turn the light on?"

"What do we say?" the voice asked.

"...please?"

"Very good." bare bulbs flickered into existence above Jessie's head, illuminating the room she found herself in. From the effects of the chloroform, Jessie couldn't make out much detail in the room as it felt like the sun was a foot from her eyes. She squinted and stared up at the tall figure wreathed in shadow standing before her, presumably the bitch who kept slapping her.

"Who are you?" Jessie asked.

"I'm your mistress. And mother, and caretaker, and every other applicable title. In short, you are my pet; my property."

"The hell I am! My mom will call the police once she finds out I'm missing!" she was met with a haughty laugh from the woman.

"Oh ho ho ho! How naive, you little girl!" she exclaimed. "It was actually your mother who arranged all this!"

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh, but I am! I'd show you the contract she signed, but I shouldn't expect an animal to know how to read!"

"I am NOT an animal!" Jessie insisted. She was met once again with a slap, and even though she was able to see it coming, her dulled reactions prevented her from ducking her head in time.

"On the contrary, my pet, you are, according to the contract that your own mother signed. Since pets can't read, I'll explain it to you; you're my pet to do with as I please, and I please to make you my own little cocksleeve, among many other things!"

"What?!"

The mistress leaned in close to Jessie, but her face remained obscured in shadow. She was basically leaning into her at this point, and Jessie looked down to see a thick meaty cock resting on her chest. It wasn't erect, but it was solid and had some real weight to it like a slab of sausage. If that wasn't enough, it certainly didn't look human. Aside from being pretty oversized for even a male, much less a woman, it was also quite veiny, had a ring-shaped protrusion halfway up the length, and the head was flat instead of tapering to a rounded point with a defined helmet and turtleneck. It dawned on Jessie right there where the woman intended to put it, and her eyes widened with terror.

"No! Don't do that!" she begged.

"If you didn't want this to happen, maybe you should have been a good girl." the mistress said. She pulled on a length of leather, and Jessie felt a collar tugging at her throat, forcing her to stand up. With her arms still tied behind her back, however, standing up was an incredibly difficult prospect. There was a loud clop as Jessie's feet first found purchase. She looked down; she was completely naked save for a pair of leather thigh high stockings, but where she expected to see her feet, they ended instead in a pair of hooves. Artificial ones; Jessie could still feel her toes underneath, but it gave her a few ideas off the bat what kind of mistress this was and what she had in store for her.

The mistress was also technically naked, though she wore more clothes than Jessie. She was dressed in a black leather corset that neglected to cover her impressive D-cup rack. She also wore thigh high stockings and arm-length gloves, though her feet were clad in wedge-heeled boots. She wore nothing to cover her crotch, allowing her strange horsecock to swing free. Whether she had a pussy underneath, Jessie couldn't tell from here. The mistress' face, even when standing up, was still hidden away by shadows. Even if she wasn't still a blur from the drugs, Jessie doubted she'd even be able to make out her face even in this light.

Wait... Jessie realized that the lights were situated in a way that the mistress was standing directly between Jessie and them, which is how her face was draped in darkness despite the bright lights. It had to be intentional, but why, Jessie couldn't fathom.

"AH!" she gasped as the mistress dug at her vaginal lips with thin, but strong fingers. They probed at her plump teen labia before dipping into her slit and swirling around in a large circle inside her. With her hands tied behind her back, Jessie couldn't do much to protest, and the mistress pulled tightly on her leash so she couldn't back away or move much in any direction.

"Mmnn, you are quite soft and flexible down there." the mistress swooned, stabbing her fingers in and out of her hole. "That's good. It means your body will better be able to stretch itself out to accommodate my cock!"

Jessie's legs felt weak as intense pleasure surged between her legs and up her spine. She was going to cum and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it! Then suddenly, just as quick as she began, the mistress drew her fingers out, leaving Jessie trembling with frustration.

"Pets don't get to cum without their master's permission." the mistress stated. "If you do, I will have to punish you. Do you understand?" Jessie nodded her head. "Good. Now show your new mistress how much you love her!"

The mistress pushed Jessie down onto her knees by her shoulders so her horsecock was right in the girl's face. Jessie turned her head away from it in disgust. Who on earth would want to suck on such a grotesque-looking thing!? Her defiance was met almost immediately with a slap to the face.

"You will suck on it." the mistress said bluntly. "Or I will punish you if you don't."

Jessie continued to refuse, which made the mistress take a sigh of frustration. She grabbed Jessie and brought her to the ground, softly so she didn't get hurt on the floor, but enough so the slave knew she meant business. Pinned down on the ground, the mistress turned around and lowered her hips onto Jessie's face, guiding her cock so it would press against her mouth. She continued to resist; for a brief moment, Jessica considered feign submitting to the mistress and then biting off her manhood. She may die from it, but there was no way she was going to live out her life as some mutated shemale's sex slave!

Before she could even think of opening her mouth, the mistress plunged her fingers vigorously into Jessie's pussy lips. She locked on the girl's G-spot almost immediately, stimulating it to such a degree that Jessie felt like her crotch suddenly burst into a fire of pure lust. She opened her mouth to cry out in shock and delight, and that's when the mistress plunged her cock halfway down into her mouth.

"Mmnn, there's a good girl!" she moaned, bobbing her hips gently up and down. "Be sure to suck it nice and good! I've got a batch of warm, thick milk if you suck me off!"

"If" was a null point; Jessie of course had no other choice in the matter. Her subconscious, however, seemed to go along with it, as she began to suck off the mistress involuntarily. She didn't have the capacity to dwell on this, however. The mistress' finger fucking was making her brain go numb and made even the most basic thoughts like remembering her own name almost impossible.

The smell coming off of her cock was bold and musky. It disgusted Jessie how much she enjoyed it. The witch must have had some kind of aphrodisiac or perfume on her; that was the only explanation.

"MMpphh!" Jessie screamed through the cock was the mistress redoubled her efforts, now teasing her clit on top of everything else. She thrashed about in the binds and underneath the older woman's weight. She was on the verge of her orgasm for sure. She didn't care if she got punished for it. If she didn't get to cum, she might die from the frustration!

"MMHh, keep sucking me like that!" the mistress moaned, bouncing her hips up and down faster. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum so hard and fill your belly with my milk!"

Jessie could feel the mistress' cock throbbing violently in her mouth. With all the euphoria surging through her body, her sense of judgement was skewed, and she wanted to taste the shemale's thick cum. A few seconds later, she got her wish. The mistress trembled on top of her as she blew her load into her mouth. Her cum was hot and thick as molasses. It gave off an even stronger smell than before, a smell of lust and sex so powerful and addicting, it made her dizzy as she gulped down the cum. More than that, even though the mistress kept Jessie coasting on a wave of pleasure, drinking her intoxicating cum caused her to tumble over the edge and orgasm as well. Her legs clamped around the mistress' hands and her clit and peehole throbbed and convulsed. She was gushing almost nonstop, and the mistress continued to stimulate her to prolong her bliss for as long as possible.

Once she was done cumming into Jessie's stomach, the mistress pulled out of her mouth and wheeled around so she was facing the young girl. In this position and this angle, the light shone in a way so Jessie had a perfect view of her face, and what she saw would be burned into her mind forever. Her eyes were not human. They almost seemed to glow, and her stare pierced Jessie down to her core. It was both a wonderful and terrible thing.

"Now that I've laid eyes on you..." she said as she burned a hole into Jessie with her basilisk stare. "You will be unable to cum without my permission, even if the urge is too great to bear, even if it drives you mad. Do you understand?"

"Yes... YES!" Jessie exclaimed joyously. She was filled with a strange sense of elation by complying with the mistress, and she wanted to do anything she could to please the woman and have her keep making eye contact.

"Good girl. Now wait there for a moment while I get your medicine ready."

The mistress stood up, her face receding back into the darkness again, and she moved over to a table on the opposite end of the room. Jessie waited for her return patiently, eager to please her mistress with the hope that she would look down on her with that basilisk stare again. The mistress returned a minute or two later holding a syringe full of a pale pink liquid. Jessie was intimidated by the sight of it. She didn't like needles, but at the same time, she was eager to make her happy.

"Let's see how long you can resist temptation." she said, then knelt down next to Jessie and massaged her pussy lips. The girl squirmed underneath her, but otherwise she remained in place. Her nether regions tingled with delight again. The mistress then pinched one part of her labia and poked the needle into the soft tender flesh. Jessie yelped and tensed up a bit as the syringe pierced her labia followed by the clear feeling of something being injected into her. It was a slight feeling of inflation that passed briefly before the Mistress pulled out the syringe after injecting half the volume. She repeated the same process with the second lip, and by the time she was done, Jessie could feel an intense, uncomfortable burning sensation building up in her loins. Her labia felt like it was itchy, but that wasn't an entirely apt description. What she did know was she wanted to rub it against something, to stimulate and please it until she came. She closed her legs and rubbed her thighs together, since her hands were still tied behind her back.

"Uh uh! Spread them back again, pet!" the mistress demanded, and Jessie felt obligated to comply. Her legs, however, could not stop twitching as the heat and need for attention built up between her legs. The mistress went across the room and returned again with a full syringe. This time, she poked it against the girl's clit. She almost couldn't feel the pain over the greater discomfort coming from her girlhood. The mistress injected the entire volume of fluid into the girl's love button, equal to what both her pussy lips took combined. It didn't take long for Jessie to feel the heat in her clit as well, but it was a lot more powerful and agonizing. She could feel the cold crisp air on her flesh. It felt like the hand of a ghost was caressing her nether regions.

"I'm amazed you could hold out this long." the mistress said. She leaned over the slave girl and prodded at her pussy lips and clit, which started to swell by the minute. They became more plump, soft and malleable, and began to drool her sweet honey all over the ground and the mistress' hand. The injections made her pussy more flexible and capable of taking her horsecock, but it still wasn't time to take the plunge into her. Like a fine wine, a girl's best flavor came with time. She had to suffer several days of torment while her pussy and clit burned with agonizing passion without release.

"If you want me to give you the release you want," the mistress said, pulling out a small leather thong and putting it on Jessie. It was extremely tight and tugged against Jessie's nether region. The leather was quickly devoured by the plump lips, and her clit throbbed against it. "You have to do some favors for me, first."

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Jessie asked as the mistress then helped her up.

"You want to have your little slut hole filled, then you gotta do some chores around the house. Only then I'll consider plugging your drooling pussy. And if I catch you masturbating, I'll punish you even more." the mistress stared at Jessie again with her strange snake eyes to emphasize her meaning. It sent chills down her spine, but in a sadistic way, she actually enjoyed it. She nodded her head in acknowledgement, and the mistress led her out of the dungeon into the main house for her assignment.

• * *

For several hours, Jessie took care of various tasks around the house, from cleaning the kitchen to dusting the shelves and knick-knacks stationed on them. It was a pretty impressively-sized house she now lived in. Not exactly a mansion, but larger than any house she ever saw before. Whoever this woman was, she must have been rich indeed. That must have also been how she got her basilisk eyes and horsecock, unless she simply wasn't human.

As an added layer of insurance, the mistress tied a collar around Jessie's neck that would zap her if her hands dwelled too close to her genitals. Even then it was still an effort and a half to not try and jill herself into unconsciousness in an attempt to sate the heat between her legs. Even the simple friction of her skin rubbing against itself as she walked was agonizingly pleasant. She tried to think on other things, but the need to cum anchored her mind firmly in place.

Jessie's pussy was drooling her nectar all over the carpet and tile floor, though the few times she passed by the mistress while this was happening, she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she may have actually approved of the sight. The thong tugged at her clit and deepened the fissure between her labia, and that certainly didn't help things. If she had to suffer abstinence under such pressure, she'd prefer to not have to wear the thong.

Jessie went to the laundry room and folded up the clothes that came out of the dryer. As she did, the washing machine to her left went into the spin cycle, and the entire appliance started vibrating wildly. At first she ignored it, but as she folded the clothes, she suddenly had a wild idea. After checking outside the laundry room to make sure the coast was clear, Jessie closed the door slightly and pushed her hips up against the washing machine. She couldn't use her hands, but the collar apparently could be bypassed in this manner.

The vibrations made Jessie's legs weak, so she pressed more and more of her weight against the washing machine. She pushed up against the corner of it so the tip dug into her crevice. The pleasure was incredible, especially after going so long without any release. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. It was like having an orgasm unto itself, but it didn't provide the same relief.

Jessie stood there for several minutes, trying to hit her orgasm, but it never came. She knew her body; she masturbated in the past, but it never took this long to cum if she was heated up this much. It was like there was a barrier between her and sheer ecstasy that she couldn't breach. It was then she remembered what the mistress said earlier when she pierced her soul with those eyes. She couldn't cum without her permission. Somehow, she managed to affect her on a deep and personal level.

"Ahem." the mistress said from the doorway. Jessie looked over and her heart sunk into her stomach. Past the terrifying eyes, she could tell the mistress expressed several emotions: unsurprised, disappointment, and at the same time excited.

"It looks like you couldn't even manage to abstain for one day." she said. "You'll have to be punished dearly. Come with me."

Jessie knew that the punishment would be severe and unpleasant, and as much as she wanted to run in the opposite direction, she felt compelled to follow the mistress. They left the laundry room and headed downstairs into a room that was +next to the door leading into the garage. It was a small, barren room about twenty feet by twenty feet. It contained a harness that was bolted to the ceiling, and next to that a chair, an end table, a dresser up against the wall, and a large flatscreen TV that hung from the wall.

The mistress removed Jennie's thong and gestured for her to stand under the harness. She complied, and limb by limb, she tied her into the harness. When she was done with her, Jessie was suspended a few feet off the ground, her hands held far away from her body and her legs splayed apart. The mistress then went to the dresser and opened up one of the drawers. Jessie couldn't see inside the dresser from her view, but she saw what the mistress pulled out. In one hand, she had a bottle of lube, and in the other, a small case that looked like what you'd keep nail care items in, except it was a lot larger. She set both tools down on the end table and opened up the case. Inside, in the corner of Jessie's eye, she could see about half a dozen thin, smooth steel rods inside, roughly ten inches in length each and of subtle, varying degrees of thickness.

"Most girls don't think about this, but there's a third hole that brings most girls to their knees."

"Wh-what hole is that?" Jessie asked.

"Your peehole, of course! It's such a delicate, sensitive spot, but properly stimulated, it will scatter your mind and leave you breathless!" The mistress leaned into her, a particularly sadistic glare in her eyes. Jessie gulped, afraid of what to expect from her mistress, but she didn't fight against her binds. After applying the lube to most of the length of the rod that she selected, one slightly thinner than the median, the mistress brought it down between Jessie's legs and prodded it into the crevice just millimeters below her clit. Jessie could feel it pressing somewhere on her inner labia before a most peculiar sensation erupted from that spot. A part of her body she was almost never aware of until now was a beacon of sensations that made her entire body tense up.

"Easy." the mistress warned as the girl suddenly jostled around. "Your peehole is very delicate and fragile. I don't want to accidentally break you in before you're ready."

Jessie tried her best to remain still as the mistress pumped the rod slowly in and out of her urethra. Each push in, she went in a little bit deeper. Jessie experienced a series of strange, alien and absolutely wonderful sensations. She felt like she was both peeing and on the verge of orgasm constantly, but just like the vibrations from the washing machine, it still didn't bring her the relief she was desperate for.

"AUAH!" Jessie's eyes widened as she felt the rod press against the sphincter muscle leading into her bladder. It took a bit of applied pressure to squeeze it through, but when she did, Jessie's eyes shot open and rolled in the back of her head. It was an exquisite combination of extreme discomfort and mind-numbing pleasure. It stimulated nerves she didn't know she even had, and she was certain that if the sound wasn't obstructing her peehole, she'd spray the contents of her bladder all over the area in front of her.

The mistress continued to stimulate her peehole for several more minutes before she pulled the sound out and set it down on the table. She pulled out a thicker sound and applied lube to it before pushing it into her urethra. Jessie gasped and grit her teeth as it too pushed into her bladder and filled her to the breaking point.

"It looks like your peehole is at its absolute limit." the mistress commented. "Isn't it the most wonderful thing you've ever felt?"

"Ple-please let me cum, mistress!" Jessie begged, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't take it anymore!"

"Oh, but you aren't ready yet." she said, flashing her malicious grin again. "In due time, though, I will make you cum and fill you with such exquisite bliss, you will beg for me to stop. It may even break your mind; I can't wait!"

Another ten minutes of torture passed before the mistress drew the sound out and went back to the dresser. This time, she returned with what looked like a vibrator, but it was much smaller and it narrowed at the base. In light of the torture she just endured, Jessie didn't have to think hard about where that was going to go.

After lubing up the vibrator, the mistress pushed it into Jessie's peehole, this time taking a lot longer than the other two, and for good reason. It was even thicker than the previous sound, but at this point, her urethra was better able to accommodate the device. It was just long enough that the tip pressed against the entrance to her bladder, teasing the sphincter muscle and causing her to cry out from the shock.

"HUAAAAAHHH!" she screamed. The entrance to her peehole closed around the narrow base of the vibrator.

"I'm getting so hard from just watching you squirm." the mistress said as she turned on the vibrator. It oscillated in her urethra and made every muscle in her body from the legs down clench up. The feeling was indescribable, and was so intense Jessie felt like she would pass out at any moment, or cum so hard that she would have a heart attack. The mistress then pulled out a new leather thong from the dresser. This one was similar to the previous one Jessie wore, except it had clasps to easily be put on and removed for when her legs were bound up like they were now. With the thong back on, the vibrator couldn't be pushed out accidentally or intentionally.

"You should be ready in a few days." the mistress said. "But don't worry, I'll leave on the TV to keep you entertained." She turned on the TV, which immediately opened up to very explicit porn. The videos focused on the actress' pussy getting hammered and stretched to inhuman limits by equally inhuman cocks. The size of the TV screen and Jessie's position meant she was in the perfect view to watch it, and unable to look elsewhere or otherwise attempt to avert her gaze. Not that she wanted to, anyways. With all the hormones and aphrodisiacs coursing through her bloodstream, Jessie couldn't help but fantasize about herself in those sluts' positions. She wanted it and needed it, and she was willing to do anything to get it. Seeing her enter the lust-induced trance, the mistress grinned and left the room, leaving Jessie alone and stewing in her unrequited lust.

• * *

For the next three days, Jessie hung there in the harness, watching the endless loop of porn videos emphasizing the woman's pussy getting abused by cocks and filled to the brim with gooey semen. The vibrator buzzed away endlessly in her peehole, keeping her at the brink of orgasm, but the curse the mistress placed on her prevented her from actually hitting her climax. The mistress returned over the three days to keep her nourished and to empty her bowels. Other than that, Jessie was left completely alone. Her dreams were filled with endless illusions of sex, and she was left lusting more the next day.

On the third day, the mistress came in and turned off the TV. She carefully lowered Jessie from her harness and set her down on her feet. She found it incredibly difficult to walk after hanging from the ceiling for three days, combined with the constant and ongoing pleasure from the vibrator and the drug, the mistress had to help her move to the master bedroom.

Jessie collapsed on the bed, which felt remarkably soft after being suspended by leather and waking up on solid concrete. She rolled over and looked up to see the mistress standing before her. Her horsecock was fully erect and throbbing. Jessie was in such awe at its size and its close proximity to her that she didn't notice the knob that rested on the tip.

"I hope you're ready." The mistress said. "Today's the day I get to break you in and fuck you so thoroughly, you'll forget even your own name!"

"Yes, please fuck me, mistress!" Jessie said, keeping her eyes locked with the woman's. The stare was in itself a stimulating experience for her now, almost on the same level as the drugs that plagued her system.

"First, you must remove the cap." the mistress gripped her cock and moved onto the bed so she was kneeling next to Jessie. From here, she could see that the knob was actually the handle of a sound; a bit like the one she was torturing her with a few days ago. It was much thicker, however, and it was made of some sort of silicone or plastic material instead of metal. This close up to it, Jessie could also hear a faint humming coming from it.

"I've been teasing myself, too, abstaining from my sweet climax and storing up all my cum for your little pony womb." the mistress said. "Remove the cap so I can stuff you full of my milk!"

Jessie reached up and grabbed the knob. She pulled on it gently at first, sliding the sound out of her. It was knobbed the entire length, covered in tiny bumps that must have felt so strange and borderline orgasmic against the nerves in her urethra. It was also quite long, longer than the length of her cock. The end must have been buried somewhere in her bladder or balls; Jessie wasn't an expert on male anatomy (or whatever this woman mutated into) so she didn't know.

The entire length of the sound was covered in her gooey precum. Jessie couldn't help but lick it it clean. Her precum was sweet and bold as the cum that she swallowed several days before. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to taste her sperm, but on the other hand, she was going to swallow that full load with the "mouth" between her legs.

"That's a really good girl." the mistress said, pushing Jessie onto her back and spreading open her legs. "How does your second pussy feel?" she pinched the end of the vibrator in her urethra and jostled it around to emphasize her question.

"Uuhhhuhh!" she moaned, her whole body trembling. "It feels soooo good!"

"Good. I'll let you cum in due time, but you're gonna keep that inside you until I'm ready for you to remove it." The mistress climbed on top of her, her horsecock resting on Jessie's stomach. She rolled her hips back and forth against the young girl's slit. Her stretched urethra oozed precum all over Jessie's stomach, and after a few thrusts, the mistress pulled back and guided the shaft to her entrance. By now, the drugs and the arousal left her pussy lips swollen and glowing a bright pink from all the blood flowing in it. The slightest touch made her body light up with delight. After guiding the tip of her dick to Jessie's entrance, the mistress pushed in, spreading her far apart she buried her cock in her hungry pussy.

The first few seconds for Jessie was filled with such mind numbing bliss it was almost painful. It brought pleasure, pain and relief as her hymen was broken and the cock filled her up to the breaking point.

"UHHAAAHH!" she screamed. The mistress continued to push in until Jessie's labia was kissing the base of her dick. She actually managed to fit perfectly into the girl's virgin hole. She doubled over Jessie, pressing her bountiful chest into her face and caressing her.

"Does it feel amazing after being teased for three days?" the mistress asked.

"Yes! Please fuck me, mistress!" Jessie cried out. "Please fuck me hard!"

While the mistress was not in the business of obeying slaves, she denied herself her own release for too long and wasn't about to tease the girl any further now that she was inside her. Pulling the girl into her lap, she fucked her with incredible energy. Each thrust made her cock slam against her cervix. Her intrusion brushed against the bottom of the vibrator living in Jessie's peehole, tingling the sensitive nerves from both sides and reducing her to shivers. Her legs wrapped around the mistress and held her close. Her lips locked down on one of her erect nipples, and she began to suckle on it.

Jessie almost ceased to exist at this moment, so entangled in various channels of bliss that she couldn't think of anything else but the orgasmic release that it promised. The vibrator was pressing against the entrance to her bladder with every thrust forward that the mistress made. As she experienced for the past three days, Jessie had a constant urge to pee, or squirt. Once it was removed, she might end up doing both at the same time.

"I bet you want to cum so badly, don't you, pet?" the mistress cooed, flipping Jessie around so she was on her hands and knees before she continued to rail her. She moved her hand down between the girl's legs and gently jostled around the vibrator in her urethra.

"UHBUEHB!" she babbled incoherently. The mistress picked Jessie up and carried her off to the bathroom, where she held her over the tub, her hand on the vibrator.

"Are you ready to cum, my little pet?" she whispered in Jessie's ear, pumping the vibrator in and out of her urethra. Jessie didn't respond coherently; only another string of nonsense poured out of her mouth. "Now let yourself go and cum for me!"

The mistress pulled the vibrator out of Jessie's urethra. Subconsciously spurred on by her words, Jessie practically passed out from her orgasm. Her loose, abused peehole gushed out a powerful torrent of clear and yellow fluids into the bathtub. She threw her head back against the mistress' chest and made noises like she was possessed by a demon. Her vaginal walls clamped down around the horsecock violating her. The mistress watched with sadistic joy at the distorted ahegao face she made as she was ravaged by one orgasm stacked upon another several times over. She was not exactly conscious anymore, but the ordeal would not leave her unscathed.

The mistress' grip tightened around Jessie's thighs and she pumped her full load into the girl. Her cum was thick as molasses and filled the slave up to the brim. The excess spilled out of her, down her balls and into the tub. Jessie's vaginal walls were gripping her so lovingly, even as her mind was scattered and she had no control of her body. It was evident that she loved the mistress in both body and soul now. Her transition into her new life was complete!

The mistress pulled her cock out of Jessie and let her excess cum gush out into the tub. The flow came out in thick globules and clung to the walls of the porcelain. Once the current dried up, the mistress took Jessie back to the bed and laid her down, where she eventually stopped twitching from her many orgasms. The mistress climbed on top of her after she relaxed and pushed her dick back into Jessie's used pussy.

She slowly fucked Jessie's unconscious form, looking to just prolong their pleasure instead of trying to build up to another orgasm. Eventually Jessie stirred awake, groaning from her body aching and her head pounding. When she opened her eyes, they were unfocused, her pupils dilated. Slowly, they focused, and she locked eyes with her mistress, and a look of submission and joy spread across her face as she continued to get fucked.

"Ahhh! Mistress!" she exclaimed. "Thank you for letting me cum!"

"Now that you understand my punishments and rewards, will you be a good girl?"

"Yes!"

"Will you disobey my direct orders again?"

"Never!" Jessie answered joyously.

"And what will you do from now on?"

"Whatever Mistress wants me to do to make her happy!"

"Very good, little pet! Nhh!" The mistress doubled over Jessie and thrust her hips into her. She pumped the girl's pussy full of a fresh load of her cum. This one was a lot less than the previous, but it was still enough to fill up her womb. Jessie stared up at the mistress with a slightly open mouth and wide eyes. She could feel the pressure of her womb swelling up slightly, and it was a strangely pleasant experience. Once she was done, the mistress rolled over with Jessie so she was on top, her head resting on her enormous breasts.

"I'll make you the best little pet there is." the mistress cooed, stroking Jessie like a pet dog. "The other mistresses will be so fond of you."

"Mmmnn." Jessie hummed, nestling into her mistress' hold. "I'll do my best!"

What Jessie was only a few days ago was now dead. She wanted to be a pet now, and she would do anything to gain her mistress' approval.