Josh and Mike were two friends who were entrepreneurs. But their business was conceived on the underworld of the BDSM culture. They knew in the big city they lived the offer they had in their head could flourish because they had made market research prior to their launching.
The idea was to have a big room where female slaves could be brought either to punishment or to become hucows. The BDSM scene was lacking such a place. So they rented a house near the city’s suburbs where their clients could not be bothered. They spread the word among their peers. The idea wasn’t to launch with a big party, but to make money, little by little, and spread the word to people who were not themselves still into BDSM, but were kinky enough to give their place a go. It had rules, though. They would accept female slaves brought by their masters, everyone would have to sign an agreement, punishment would be held with a proper safe word, men, in general, would be accepted, unless they had prior bad behavior in the BDSM circle.
Hucows would be taken to a room where any man could suck on their breasts, as long as they wanted. They would endure it for 4 hours maximum, but the pack would depend on the master’s will. If he wanted to leave the slave there for a week or for a whole transformation, that’d be his choice.
Some men – they would be called the breeders – would also have access to the slave’s pussies, if the master allowed. Cum being pumped on their cunts wouldn’t hurt lactation, they guessed.
The other room would be for punishment. They had all sorts of requests from masters and cuckholds that liked to watch their women being split open by some hard, thick, and long cocks. The punishment sessions would be held in public, so the other slaves could see what happened if they misbehaved.
On their first day, two masters showed up with their slaves. One of them, Clint, was wondering if the transformation on a hucow could be made by their company. Mike was a doctor, and he transformed the meeting room into a little examination room with a gynecologist bed and some books that he found about gynecology and lactation. He told Clint
“look, it’s a long process if the woman isn’t pregnant yet. it may take some months for her to be lactating, and it requires a lot of stimulation”.
Clint’s cock started to get stiff, and he asked if they could do an agreement :
look, could I leave my slave here with you for the day and pick her up at night? That way she could be your business starter – I am pretty sure that anyone would love to suck these tits and see the transformation. And you can give her to me at night, I will continue on sucking her to speed up the process”.
Clint’s slave started to get wet. She was almost on her period, so her nipples were sensitive. Mike looked at her and asked her to lay on his doctor’s bed.
Clint, can I examine your slave?
You can, sure. What will you be examining?, he asked, slightly rubbing his cock.
I will measure her breasts, do a blood test to check on her prolactin, and also if you let me measure the depth and width of her cunt. This is important because if one day she misbehaves and you need to punish her, we got to know how much she can take.
How are you going to measure this?
I could do it with a speculum, or with my own penis. I am one of the punishers.
The slave’s pussy, opened wide, her legs spread, was leaking on the doctor’s table. Clint gave her his cock, told her to suck, and said “I will let the doctor fuck you to get his measures, hun. If you behave, I will not ask him to punish you, ok? but if you whine, you know what will happen, don’t you?”
she acquitted.
Should I strap her legs, or will it be fine? – mike asked, grinning.
I want her to be on her best behavior, no straps.
Cling took a syringe and alcohol wet cotton and extracted two vials of blood from the slave. He told her “this is for your follow-up. as long as you are here, we are doing this once a week. I will check your hormones, I will check if your cunt is fine, I will see how much your breasts grew”, “and I will send it to you, clint. Do you know how many fingers she can take on her cunt?”
“When I force her, three, but she whines already”.
“Alright then”. Mike took a curtain from the back of the room and placed it over the slave’s belly. Clint could still see what was happening, but she couldn’t.
Her heart started to race, but she kept quiet. clint started stroking himself, he wanted to see her full face when she got penetrated.
Mike took off his penis, a white, 18cm cock, thick, but bearable. They were planning on getting some more people from the BDSM community more endowed to really get a signature for the punishment room. Clint liked what he saw, and started exaggerating it because he knew fear would make things more interesting. He raised his brows and said, “well hun, it’s quite large. I think you will have a hard time with it”.
mike positioned himself on her entrance and slowly went as far as he could go. She felt it invading her and left out some moans but behaved as if it was bearable.
Come look, clint. She took 15 cm. There are some more to go. Do you think she can take it? Can you take it hun, or is it giving you cramps?
“yes, it’s giving me cramps”.
and if I push harder…
“aah, no, no”
Precum was coming out of clint’s cock and he couldn’t even stop himself from jerking.
“I am kissing your cervix, hun.” Mike kept forcing. “relax now. I will do it gently for about 3 minutes to see if I can go deeper, ok?
“ok…”
What’s going on here? Josh came into the room.
Oh, hi, josh, I am taking measures here.
Josh came right next to the slave’s head and asked “did your breasts got checked, hun? To know how much sucking and biting you can take?” “no, sir, not yet”.
“You are the master, right? let’s do something? let’s both suck on her nipples while mike forces her, I’ve heard it might help her open up.”
josh and clint both went for her nipples while mike pounded her pussy gently, but deeply. The slave felt cramps, but everyone could hear her juice’s noises. Finally, mike forced himself very deep and very hard into her, but he still couldn’t go balls deep. She screamed a little and said she was sorry.
“Well, Clint. Let’s stick to 17 cm, that’s how much she can take. Men that are bigger will only serve to punish her, ok? I included. You can have your time to fill her pussy if you want. Do you want us to keep on sucking her tits?”
“Yeah, I do. But when I finish, I would love to have you and Josh use her pussy too. I love having it sore when I fuck it, and today cannot go with only this fuck for me. She will be having more of it when we get home”.
Great, Josh said, taking off his trousers. Because I am not considered a punisher, hun, but I am on your limit with 17cm. I will be kissing this cervix of yours.”
Clint just fucked her to calm himself down, then let Mike have it while he and josh sucked her tits, then mike fucked her less deeply, more gently this time, and josh fucked her hard and deep – as he was allowed to do. The slave’s cunt was sore and puffy, just as Clint liked it. Her nipples had red dots all over. He promised he would be bringing her back tomorrow.