Gritting her teeth through the pain, she nods. I draw my face closer to hers. “Than admit it. Say you’re nothing more than my stupid fucking post, and you’re only good enough for what ever degradation I give to you.” I don’t wait for an answer, I give another, harder, tug on her pubic region. She cries out again, louder this time. “Say it!”
“I…I’m nothing more than your stupid fuck post, and I’m only good enough for whatever you do to me-eeee-eee.” Tears begin anew.
I let her go, and she sucks in a breath of air through her teeth.
“Daddy.” I say, quietly. Tracy looks to me, not understanding. “You’ll address me as Daddy. And you’ll do as such every time you speak. Do you understand”
“Y-yes. Daddy! Yes daddy.”
The corner of my mouth curls upward in satisfaction.
“Do you want to be let go?” I as
k.
“No.” She replies, defeated.
I ball my hand into a fist and punch her square on her left tit. The force of the blow swings her back into the wall, her restrained legs crashing into the cement.
“NO DADDY!” She screams in pain, realizing immediately what she has done wrong.
“Whore, bring in the cow.” I walk over to a row of tools, and start glancing through them. Where is it?
Whore 2 walks over to the side entrance and opens the door. She disappears for a moment into the room before returning.
“Tracy, you might not understand what’s about to happen, but if you don’t want your tongue nailed to a block of wood, you’ll keep all questions to yourself. Do you understand.” I call out behind me, not caring to look up.
“Yes. Daddy!” She hurriedly says the second part. She’s coming along nicely.
Whore 2 returns with a local Ecuadorian girl. Her cool brown skin trembling in fear. Cows are inexpensive stock. They’ll never be trained into slaves and only serve on purpose. They’re disposable. I find what I’m looking for and turn to walk back to Tracy. Whore 2 is forcing the cow up onto the table. At one end the collar she wears is hooked onto the end of one table, followed by her wrists and the corners. She then proceeds to clasp her ankles to the table, leaving the local cow chained face down, ass up on the waist high table. Through the red ball gag, the cow moos in fear.
I walk up to Tracy, with her new clamp in hand.
“You’re name is no longer Tracy. It’s now Rapewhore. Say it.” I coldly look into her eyes.
She pauses a moment, with a desperate plea in her sad eyes. Then she does as I’ve commanded. “My name is….Rapewhore. Daddy.”
“You don’t understand Rapewhore. When I give you a gift, you thank me. Again.”
Tears well up in her eyes and her face distorts into a grimace. She is disgusted with herself for what she about to do. The cum in my swollen cock wells up, begging to be let loose.
“My name is Rapewhore, daddy. Th-thank you.” I am so fucking horny right now. It takes everything to not rape her to death here and now.
“Yes, it is.” I life the spider clamp I have in my hand up to her eyes. It’s a silver mouth spreader that keeps the mouth open. Holding it in place is a network of leather straps that fit around her head and face. Along, the leather straps look like some kinky fetish mask. Altogether, it makes for an erotic and degrading piece of equipment.
“Open your mouth.” She hesitates for an instant, scared of what’s about to happen. Inside her head, I can almost imagine the gears in motion. Whatever I’m about to do to her, it’s best she do as I say and avoid anything additional. She goes to open her mouth, but then thinks better of it. “Yes daddy.” She opens her mouth up fully. She isn’t doing everything I say for the right reasons, not yet. But the first, tiny step as been taken. And she’s the one who has taken it.
I insert the spider clamp into her mouth and latch it open, the clamp the leather straps shut around the back of her head. Stepping away, I admire her. Mouth forced open, she can now moan and cry unhindered, but not really talk. Drool begins to spill out of her mouth and onto her horrendously bruised breasts.
“Rapewhore, “I begin, turning from her and to the cow. “I own you now. As I own everything on this estate. Isn’t that right Whore?”
“Yes daddy.” Whore 2 chirps, stopping just long enough from stroking her pussy lips to answer.
“As my property, you need to stop thinking of yourself as a person. You’re a thing now. Just like this cow is.” I rest my hand upon the supple brown buttock of the kneeling cow. She starts in fear at the touch. I give it a little appreciating pat.
“This cow was bought for me in a village many miles from her. As she is mine, I can do anything I want to her. Whore? The Gaper.” Whore 2 takes from the Posts held tray a device that looks like an egg beater, save for the long handle and the toothed gear on the handle. I take it from her and wave her away.
Turning to Tracy, I explain. “This device, as it gets cranked, spreads. It starts of with a diameter of one inch, but can spread to a diameter of one foot. See?” I turn the crank, spreading the egg beater like end. It’s made from a thicker and stronger metal, and can withstand a few hundred pounds of pressure. The toothed gear ensures that once cranked, it can’t uncrank until the release is engaged.
Tracy’s eyes go wide with fear. She knows what it’s used for, but has the wrong idea.
“Don’t worry Rapewhore, it’s not for you. It’s for the cow. You’re going to watch.”
“Ooooo! Eeees oooodt!” Wails Tracy, feebly.
“Whore, that’s another five paddles. Keep track for me.”
“Yes daddy.” She replies automatically. I walk around the table to the front of the cow, handing the Gaper to Whore 2 as I pass. “Insert it into her ass and start. Go slowly.”
“Yes daddy.” I look into the panicked cows face as the Gaper is pressed against her asshole. I can imagine it puckering at the sensation. In a moment, her eyes squeeze shut and a scream passes into the ball gag as Whore 2 forces it in without care to the damage she’s causing. The mechanical clank of the metal crank begins. The cows eyes shoot open in fear, darting around. Finding no escape, she begins to shriek.
I’m too worked up to make this last long. I unclasp the red ball gag and let it fall to the floor, revealing the O ring behind it. Similar to the spider clamp, the O ring is a metal ring that sits in the mouth behind the teeth, keeping the mouth open. The cows anguish fills the room for a moment, until my cock enters her mouth, serving as a new gag.
I look up from the cow to Whore 2. “Crank it hard!” She obeys my command. A well of sound enters the cows throat, With no where to go, the screams vibrate into my cock. Along with her dancing tongue, it feels like a sadistic heaven. As I thrust in full, rapeful earnest, I hear the sickening sound of splitting flesh followed by the sound of a steady drip of blood hitting the table. The cows collar has a loop on the back of it I hook my fingers into. Holding a fistful of hair to keep her steady against my cock, I use my other hand to pull up hard. The pressure of the collar on her windpipe cuts off the screaming. The cow, in so much pain, begins her final thrashes. I’m so close.