[Fiction] Linda takes over (18+)

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Warning: Don't read this if you're offended by any aspect of BDSM!

Note: I got so much positive feedback for my other story, One year of slavery, that I decided to continue it. Today I had the idea for this story, so I started it first. But the other one will be continued soon!




Part 1: Taking over

Chapter 1-1: Awakening

It was on her 21st Birthday when Linda decided that things had to change. It came to her mind all of a sudden, somewhere between the 7th and 8th orgasm - she couldn't tell later - and it sounded like a crazy idea first. But as the flood of pleasure subsided and the vibe kept rumbling inside her and the pleasure turned into pain and it was hard to keep on walking without anyone noticing, she asked herself if this really was what she wanted for the rest of her life.
Of course she was sure about it when she was 18 and met Mark, who showed her the connection between pain and joy. When she came the first time with her ass sore of the spankings and clamps on the nipples of her small tits that burned like hell and her hands tied to her feet behind her back, kneeling on the hard and cold concrete floor with his cum all over her freckled face and in her copper hair and with the magic wand between her legs rubbing against her clit, when she exploded in a wave of multiple orgasms, collapsing, twitching on the dirty floor out of control, that was when she was sure that she wanted to live like that forever. That was also when she recognized that she was able to squirt. And that was about the time when Mark became 'Sir' and she became 'slave', 'slut', 'whore' and - Sir's favorite name for her - 'pig'.
But after almost 3 three years of extreme humiliation, torture and exposure she realized that she wanted more. She couldn't explain why exactly, but she was sure.
For her birthday, Sir had a special cruelty in mind. He woke her up with the cattle prod at 5 am, sending an unbearable electric shock directly to her clit, what made her shoot up from her sleep. Bad for her that her cage was only about 1.5 feet high. Her head crashed against the steel bars with an ugly bang, leaving her dazed with her eyes filling with tears. Sir laughed and started to unzip his pants. Linda tried to cover her face, but her hands were cuffed behind her back. So she could do nothing than hold her breath while Sir started to pee, aiming at her head. The warm and golden juice run down her face, soaking her hair and stinging her nose, while the throb in her head became stronger and stronger.
"Open your mouth, bitch!" he demanded. She obeyed and could taste the bitter savour of his golden juice. The morning pee was the worst, because he didn't drink or use the toilet at night, so his piss was concentrated but also more than during the day.
"Happy birthday, my little piggy" he declared while she tried not to choke on his pee gargling down her throat.
When he was done, he unlocked her cage, threw the key for her handcuffs on the floor and left the room. At the door, he turned around again and said: "I expect the cage and yourself to be clean again when I'm back. I put some food in your bowl, so you may have breakfast. Await me like a good slut."
Then he left without further explanation, but she knew very well what his words meant. She crawled out of the cage - what is not too easy with cuffed hand and feet, but she had years of experience - searched the key and uncuffed her hands. There was no worry that she would masturbate, the chastity belt made it sure. And Sir knew just as well as she did that she couldn't cum just by stimulating her nipples. Nevertheless, she didn't dare to play with them, because that would result in harsh punishment. There was a CCTV camera in the corner of the room and she was sure that Sir was watching her right now, masturbating.
She started cleaning the cuffs first. Of course she had no rag, as a pig she had to use only her body. So she licked the small drops of pee away from the metal that was warm from her body. Next, she turned to the steel bars of the cage, using her tongue to make it shine again. When she was done, she crawled back in the cage to clean the puddle of pee that was spreading there on the floor. Linda held back har hair with one hand, sucking in the pee that cooled down already with her lips. When there was only a small layer of pee left, she used her hair to absorb it. Afterwards she cleaned the floor completely with her tongue.
When she was done she crawled back out and started to clean herself like a cat, by licking the yukky mixture of pee, sweat, dust and dirt from her body. The armpits and the soles were - as always - the worst parts, but she didn't dare to gag on the sour taste.
After what felt like eternity she was as clean as possible and so she crawled to her bowl. It was filled with dog food (kibble in the morning - she only got wet food in the evening) and enjoyed her breakfast. Yes, she really enjoyed it, because after three years she got used to the dog food. There were also days when she didn't get any food at all, when Sir said she'd become too fat or when she misbehaved. She knew that Sir added hormones to it to make her breasts grow bigger. 'I want them to become nice udders' he always told her. But she didn't dare to object. By now, her breasts reached C-Size - and at 18 they were merely A!
Today, the food even was from her favorite brand, she realized, not the cheap stuff that tasted like nothing, no, this kibble were full of flavour and not too dry. She washed it down with some warm water from the drinking bowl, crawled back to where she had left her handcuffs, kneeled down and cuffed her wrists behind her back, mouth open and tongue out, facing the door like a good slut waiting for cock.