[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

All of my stories have different origins. Sometimes it starts with a title. Sometimes a sketch of an idea for a world. Sometimes, as in this story, it is due to a desire to experiment with different narrative forms. I wanted to write a story in the form of diary entries. This is the result.

While it is going to be somewhat extreme, it will not feature snuff or gynophagia. Torture, incest, swapping slaves like trading cards, yes. So if you read my stories for snuff, you'll be disappointed. But if you don't read my stories because they feature snuff, maybe you'll like this one. :-) By the bye, the first diary entry starts slow, but they quickly pick up speed.

And as always, please write a comment or drop me a note to express your feelings, whether you love or hate it. Letting authors know that you are reading their stuff, especially if you like it, really encourages us to keep sharing. (NB I'll always keep writing, but without comments, they'll just sit on my hard drive for my private pleasure.)

Thanks! And without further ado, allow me to present the first entry in:

Camp Diaries


Dear Diary,

Wow! You know I didn't want to get sent off to camp this year. I know I was kinda grumpy, and definitely a butt-head about it. When I get home, I owe Dad a huge apology. Camp Screamalot is the biz! I know, it's officially Camp Scramalo, but all the campers call it Camp Screamalot. You'll see why soon.

So it began like this: We all got on the bus. Director Gustafson told us to each sit in a separate seat, which was kinda weird. It was all boys on the bus, which didn't seem odd to me at the time, but it made sense later.

"Men," Gustafson said to us, "we'll be picking up the girls who'll be coming to Camp Scramalo with us. One will be sitting with each of you, which is why I've asked you to sit one to a seat."

Okay, I didn't get why they couldn't get picked up at the same place as us, but what-ever. Maybe ten minutes later, we stopped, and the door opened, and the girls boarded.

The girls all wore extremely tiny bikinis. I'm no expert, but if any bikini used more than about ten square inches of fabric, total for both the top and the bottom, I'd be surprised.

One of the girls sat down beside me. She was tall and lean, with well-muscled legs and arms, and long blonde hair. She had decent sized tits, which I could easily see, since her bikini top barely covered her nipples and areolas. I found out later they are what are called D-cups. Her bikini bottom was pulled tight between her pussy lips, which were clearly visible and sticking out the sides of the bottoms. I could see tufts of blonde pussy hair. She was definitely my picture of the perfect woman.

"Hello, Master Kevin," she said to me. "My name is Cynthia. I've been assigned to be your cunt."

"What the fuck?" I spluttered. "My cunt? Assigned? By whom? And how do you know my name?"

"Well, your father and mine are members of BCO, the Brotherhood of Cunt Owners. They believe that cunts, like me, or my mother, or your mother, for that matter, were put on this Earth for one reason, to serve men. They created Camp Screamalot to introduce their sons to the way of the world. Your father filled out a dossier on you, which when coupled with your internet browser history," I blushed at that, "gave the Brotherhood a good idea of what your ideal cunt would be. They then looked through the list of cunts available from BCO members, and selected me as your ideal cunt."

"How come you know all this, and I don't?"

"It's standard policy to not tell the sons of members about the BCO until they come of age, at which time they get sent to Camp Scramalo. But it is also standard policy that all cunts are raised from birth knowing that they are only cunts, existing to serve men. I have been trained all my life to serve. I know how to suck cock, eat pussy, lick ass, how to give full body massages, how to cook and clean, to make clothes, to bathe and groom you. If there is any skill I lack, the BCO will be glad to train me. It's why I'm here, after all."

"Uh, uh, uh," I didn't know what to say.

"Let me show you, Master," she said. She knelt between my legs, unzipped my shorts, and drew out my already hard cock. She began to suck it. I'd never gotten a blow job before, hell, I'd never even gotten to second base with a girl, except that time Marie Douglas and I engaged in some heavy petting under the bleachers, but it was obvious Cynthia knew what she was doing.

She brought me to the edge, then drew back. Again and again, until I finally grabbed her by the hair and held her mouth in place until I came. She swallowed my jizz with obvious relish, then looked up at me with a grin on her face.

"Well, Master?" she asked.

"That was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it, because I'm not just your cunt at camp. I'm your cunt for the rest of my life. When you return home, I'll be coming with you. I'll sleep in your room, though not in your bed, unless you wish it."

"Just like that?"

"Of course, just like that. I told you, Master, I'm a cunt. Now I'm your cunt."

Camp Scramalo was going to be very different than I had expected.

[grendel]

Lovely concept.  Too bad it's not RL

[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

Lovely concept.  Too bad it's not RL

That's always the problem. If it is RL, then nobody is talking about it. "The first rule of Slut Club is you don't talk about Slut Club." ;-)

Any road, thanks for the comment. Look for diary entry number two shortly. :-)

The Chairman

[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

Dear Diary,

We arrived at Camp Screamalot about two hours later. What a ride that was. After sucking me off, Cynthia removed her bikini entirely. I know it didn't cover all that much of her, but now she was not covered at all.

But that wasn't all. She let me play with her tits, pinch her nipples, even bite them. She let me finger her cunt, and when I was hard again, which took all of about ten seconds, she sat on my cock, facing me, and let me fuck her. After I came inside her, she knelt between my legs and sucked my cock clean. When I was hard again, she sat on my cock again, but this time was different. It took me a second to realise I was ass-fucking her. Holy crap! That thought, combined with her ass muscles massaging my cock, made me shoot a third load. She knelt again, and sucked me clean. Ass to mouth? Really?

Wow! I went from basically no experience of girls, to blowjobs, cunt and ass fucking, and going ass to mouth, in less than fifteen minutes.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

After that, she knelt beside me (apparently cunts weren't allowed to sit on furniture without their Owner's permission), and we talked. She had been trained from childhood to suck cock, starting with her father's, then when she got a bit older, he brought in other members of the BCO. She also learned to lick pussy starting on her mom, and then on other cunts. But no one had been allowed to fuck her in the cunt or ass, since those were to be saved for her first Owner. She had had dildos in both holes, and fists, so she could practice squeezing anything in her holes, but I was her first cock. Cool!

And fists? Really? I'd seen pictures and videos of fisting on the net, but never thought I'd get to do it myself.

Also, she had been trained in ass to mouth, though in her case it had been her father and other men fucking her mother's ass, then going into her mouth. She had also been trained to drink piss and eat shit. Apparently that was a requirement of the BCO.

"You mean, if I had to take a leak," I asked, "you'd drink it down?"

"Oh, yes, please, Master," she said. "Please piss in my mouth."

So I did. I am so never using a toilet again if I can help it!

When we arrived at camp, they called our names, one by one, and assigned us to our cabins. There were four guys plus a counsellor assigned to each cabin. I was assigned to cabin seven.

I went to grab my suitcase, but Cynthia took it from me.

"Master, you don't lift and carry when I'm around. That's a cunt's job," she said to me.

I followed the signs to cabin seven, along with the three other guys, and their cunts.

I'm gonna jump ahead for a sec and introduce them all now.

First was Darryl. He was about 6'4", blonde haired, and muscled like a basketball player, which he was. He was from the next town over, and I'd seen him play when our team played theirs. I didn't expect it when we first met, but he became one of my best buddies. His cunt was named Sarah. She was barely 5' tall, and looked ridiculous kneeling next to him. She had curly black hair on her head, down to her shoulder blades. But her armpits and cunt were shaved. I liked the look, and resolved to get Cynthia shaved, too.

Next was Barry. Barry was from my hometown, though he went to our rival school. He was pudgy, short, and with frizzy red hair. He was kinda standoffish. His cunt was Dorothy. She was curvy, busty, with more junk in her trunk than any girl I'd seen yet. Oh, and she was black, and her head was shaved. I found out later it had been shaved as a punishment.

Finally, there was Ivan. Ivan's family had moved to town only a few months before. They came from Moscow, I think. Anyway, he was pretty cool, 'cause he spoke Russian, Mandarin, and English. He was about 6' or so, a bit taller than me, with short black hair, and a mustache. He was a big guy, but looked like a badass. His cunt was Chinese, maybe 5'3" or so, with the long straight black hair that most Chinese girls seem to have. She spoke Mandarin and English, too. She was a bit too skinny for my taste, but still sexy as hell. Her name was hard to pronounce, at least by the rest of us. She just told us to call her Alice.

Anyway, we got to our cabin, which was a pretty good size, maybe thirty feet by forty feet. Along one wall were four double beds. Along the other wall were five shower stalls, a bidet, and a tile-covered corner. There was a king sized bed just in front the double beds, presumably for our counsellor. There was a locked closet on the back wall. Finally there was a large double door in the floor, like two storm cellar hatches, but maybe ten foot by five foot each. Ivan lifted one, and whistled.

"What is it?" we all asked.

"A jacuzzi," he answered.

Anyway, we all picked beds, and our cunts unpacked our suitcases into the dressers adjacent to each. We were just trying to figure out what to do next, when the cabin door opened, and our counsellor and his cunt came in.

My jaw hit the floor. It was dad and mom.

"Hi, Kev," my dad said. "One of the counsellors for this year had to drop out, and they needed a last minute replacement. So I volunteered. I requested that you be assigned to my cabin."

I wasn't really listening. I was looking at my mom. She was naked as a jay bird, and completely shaved below the neck. But she made up for it with piercings. I couldn't see them all at that time, but I found out later that she had more than thirty, including six in each ear, six in each cunt lip, one through her clit, two in each nipple, one through her septum, and even one through her tongue. That tongue stud made her blowjobs truly exquisite, though I didn't find that out right then.

"Dad?" I said.

"Here at Camp Screamalot, you can call me Jacob, and this cunt," he pointed to mom, "answers to bitch. Isn't that right, bitch?"

"Yes, Master," my mom answered.

"Since we're last minute replacements, we didn't get briefed on who our campers are. So could you all please introduce yourselves, and your cunts?"

I'll skip that, since I already told you that part.

"Nice to meet you all," my dad, no wait, I need to call him Jacob, said to us. "We don't have anything scheduled until dinner in a couple hours. Each cabin takes it in turn to have their cunts cook a meal, and clean up, and tonight is cabin one's turn. So I think it would be good to play some 'Getting to know each other' games."

"Now, men," he continued, "I presume each of you has gotten at least one blowjob from your cunt?"

We all nodded.

"Good. Then I'd like each of you to change into robes, and you cunts, kneel in a line there," he pointed. "Then each of the cunts will be blindfolded, and will have two minutes to suck each of your cocks. She must identify which of the five cocks she sucked belongs to her Owner. Any cunts who get it wrong will be punished."

We all took off our clothes and put on the robes, though we didn't tie them shut. We all lined up in front of the cunts. I was in front of Dorothy.

Jacob said, "Okay, gentlemen, step forward for the first two minute round."

We did, and there were sounds of slurping, gagging, and the like. I thought Cynthia was a good cocksucker, but Dorothy clearly could teach her a trick or two. Maybe if I asked Barry to have Dorothy teach Cynthia to be a better cocksucker, it would thaw the ice between us? Worth a try.

After barely any time at all, or "two minutes" as Jacob called it, we switched. I got Cynthia this round. She was good, but I enjoyed Dorothy's skill more. Definitely got to ask Barry.

The call of "two minutes, gentlemen, switch" came again. This time it was Sarah. She was enthusiastic, but I don't think she got as much training growing up as Cynthia, and presumably Dorothy.

We switched again. Now I was being blown by Alice. She had a very tiny mouth, and even though I am not hung like a porn star, I was clearly choking her. I just hoped she wouldn't puke on my dick. She didn't.

Jacob called for the last switch. I had mom, sorry, I mean bitch. I couldn't believe it. I was about to get a blowjob from my mother. It was just too sexy, and weird, and cool. I couldn't help it. I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to the base of my cock, and shot my load down her throat, just as Jacob called time.

We all stepped back, and rearranged ourselves, then Jacob ordered the cunts to remove their blindfolds.

He asked each cunt to guess which cock had belonged to her Owner. Cynthia got it right, and so did Sarah. Apparently Darryl is hung like a one liter bottle, and she had no trouble recognising him.

I was really surprised that bitch got it wrong. She'd presumably been sucking my father's cock for decades. But apparently we're built pretty much alike, and it seems he grabs her hair and pulls her down his cock the same way I did when he's gonna shoot, so I fooled her.

"Okay, men," Jacob said, "we need to punish bitch, Dorothy, and Alice. I would suggest that we line them up, and we each give each of them ten hard kicks to the cunt. It will hurt, but it won't keep them from fucking. In fact, you'll probably enjoy it more, since she'll be so tender her muscles will milk you that much harder every time you thrust in to her."

The cunts lined up, and we prepared to start, but Jacob interrupted us.

"Men, bitch really should have known better, so she deserves more punishment. You are each to kick her thirty times in the cunt, as hard as you can. If she falls down, you start the count over again. Keep going until each of you has kicked her cunt thirty times without her falling."

I wondered if being kicked in the cunt hurt as much as being kicked in the balls. Judging from how Alice and Dorothy reacted, it did.

I was first in line to kick Alice. My first kick was basically a soccer kick.

Jacob stopped me, and said, "Not like that. Kick her like you mean it!" He then hauled back and kicked Alice so hard it lifted her from her feet. She began to cry and howl.

"Kick her like that," he said. "That first one didn't count. Give her ten of the best, or from her perspective, ten of the worst." I did.

The ninth one made her fall down, but Jacob said that the start over after a fall rule only applied to bitch. So I stood her back up, then gave her the tenth one, as hard as I could. She collapsed again.

I had to wait a bit for Dorothy. I think I was the third or fourth. She was crying really hard when I stepped in front of her. It was weird, but her crying was making my dick hard again. Every time I kicked her cunt, she hit the ground. But I just stood her back up, and did it again, until I had delivered all ten kicks.

Finally, it was my turn to kick bitch. Apparently I was the last one. Her cunt was red and swollen already. This was gonna hurt.

After my third or fourth kick, she hit the ground, and we had to start over. Again and again, she'd collapse. Once, it was on number twenty-eight.

Finally, by some miracle of toughness, she made it through all thirty without collapsing, though after I was done, she did fall to the ground, and curl into a small ball. I didn't blame her. With all the restarts, I had to have given her at least a hundred kicks, more like 130 or even the full 150. And that was just me. I'd guess she probably got five to six hundred kicks in her cunt that day.

She was crying and screaming, rocking back and forth in her own little world of agony. I couldn't help it. I was hard as a rock. Cynthia noticed, and when I looked at her, she immediately crawled over and began to suck. It was too much. Despite all the times I'd already come that day, listening to my mother's pain drove me over the edge, and I came, hard, down her throat.

More later.

[grendel]

Very good.     I particularly like adding Jacob and bitch into the mix.

[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

Very good.     I particularly like adding Jacob and bitch into the mix.

I'm glad you are enjoying it so far. I hope it will continue to entertain. :-)

The Chairman

[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

Dear Diary,

It's time to talk about dinner.

We sat at tables, one per cabin. There were an even dozen tables over the main part of the dining hall, with a long table up front for the staff who weren't assigned to cabins. All the tables were a bit unusual. First, there was only one long bench behind each table, such that anyone sitting on the bench could easily see the front of the hall, where the staff table had two long benches behind it, allowing them to look back at us. Second, there was only seating for the men. When we sat down, our cunts crawled to the front side of the table, then crawled under to kneel in front of us. Each cunt took her Owner's cock in her mouth and began to suck.

All except for the cunts from cabin one, who had to serve the food. Again, food was only brought to the men. I found out later that cunts only got one meal a day, from a big bag of Cunt Chow. Apparently the BCO has it made special. It contains all the vitamins and nutrients they need for optimal health. I'm told it doesn't have much flavour to it, but it's all they're ever allowed to eat.

"Cynthia," I said, "have you ever eaten anything but Cunt Chow?"

"Not exactly, Master," she said, pausing from sucking my cock.

"Not exactly?"

"Well, sometimes my father or one of his friends would flavour my Cunt Chow with their piss, shit, or cum."

"Do you enjoy that?"

"Oh, yes, Master, very much. It makes me feel ever so much more of a cunt."

"Remind me to do that for you, then."

"Of course, Master."

Finally, the cunts from cabin one got around to our table. One stood behind each of us, leaned in, and whispered in our ears.

"Hello, Master, I'm Consuela, and I'll be bringing you your dinner. Tonight, you have a choice of steak with mushrooms, or pork chops. For vegetables, you can have peas, carrots, or corn. Your salad is available with either Italian or blue cheese dressing. And to drink you have your choice of sodas."

I turned to look at her. She was short, dark haired and dark complected, with brown eyes and decent tits. Her hands were bound behind her back.

"I'd like," I began.

She stopped me. "Please, Master," she said, "you have to pinch my nipples, hard, while you are placing your order, to help me remember."

Grinning, I did so. She bit her lip, but then she smiled at me.

"I'd like the steak, with peas and corn, Italian dressing, and a Pepsi."

"Very good, Master, I'll be back presently."

I released her nipples and she darted off.

She returned shortly, with her hands still bound behind her back. There was a tray around her waist, held up by chains attached to her nipples. On it was a plate with my food, a bowl with my salad, but no dressing, no Pepsi, and no utensils.

"Cunt," I said, delighting in being able to call her that, "you forgot something. Actually, several somethings. Like, say, my Pepsi, my salad dressing, and my utensils."

"No, Master, I didn't." She squatted in front of me, and slowly squeezed a can of Pepsi out of her cunt.

"For the next part, you'll want to call your cunt to assist me," she said.

"Cynthia, crawl out here to aid," I paused, "Consuela, was it?"

She nodded.

Cynthia crawled out, then lay down, facing up. Consuela squatted over Cynthia's wide open mouth, and began to squeeze a white plastic tube out of her asshole, and into Cynthia's waiting mouth. When she was finished, Cynthia sucked the tube completely clean, then opened it to reveal knife and fork.

Next, Cynthia grabbed my salad bowl, then knelt in front of Consuela, who squatted, and began to piss on my salad.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

"Relax, Master," Cynthia explained. "She's had her bladder drained, then flushed, then filled with salad dressing."

"Oh. Next time, warn me," I told my cunt.

"Sorry, Master," she said. "I forget how many things that I take for granted as the proper roles and uses of a cunt are new to you."

After Consuela had finished providing my meal, she and the rest of the cabin one cunts raced off to take care of cabin eight. Cynthia returned to her place between my legs, and resumed sucking my cock.

I'd never eaten a meal like that before, but I already knew I'd enjoy doing it again.

As we all finished our meal, Director Gustafson rang a bell for our attention.

"Gentlemen," he began, "I hope you are all enjoying your introduction to life in the BCO. Over the remainder of the summer, we'll try to teach you the things you need to know to get the most enjoyment out of owning a cunt. We'll teach you many different ways to torture your cunt, ways to fully utilize her to make your life easier and more pleasant, and we'll even teach what to do when you finally realise your cunt is just too old."

"I have a few administrative announcements," he continued. "First, by random drawing, breakfast tomorrow will be handled by the cunts of cabin eight, lunch by the cunts of cabin twelve, and dinner by the cunts of cabin three. Breakfast cunts, you'll need to be at the dining hall by 5am. Lunch cunts by 10am, and dinner cunts by 4pm."

"Second, the schedule of activities is as follows. Each day, campers will arise at 6am, to complete their morning 'shit, shower, and shave.' You'll all be amazed at how much better that is when you have a cunt to assist you. Breakfast will be at 7am. From 8am until noon will be free time. Generally, your cabin counsellor will organise a training event, or other activity. Lunch will be at noon. From 2pm to 4pm there will be competitions between the cabins, with prizes awarded to the winning cabins. From 4pm to 6pm will again be free for cabin activities. Dinner will be at 6pm. From 7pm to 9pm will be demonstrations of torture techniques, or exhibitions of cruelty, or the like. From 9pm until lights out at 11pm will be cabin activities, generally either jacuzzi time, or sex and torture parties."

"On the weekends, the schedule is a bit more flexible. There are only two meals served then. A brunch at 11am, and a dinner at 5pm. In between meals on the weekends is open time, generally there will be activities organised by your cabin counsellor, and may also include trips in to town, to get supplies, but also to give you experience in how to treat your cunt out in the world. Remember, most of the world doesn't know about us, and we'd like to keep it that way."

"Finally this evening, as all weeknights, there will be a demonstration. Jacob, counsellor for cabin seven, and his cunt, bitch, will show you the art of pussy whipping."

I watched as Jacob led bitch up on to the stage. She lay on her back, then raised her legs, and clasped her ankles with her wrists. My father, Jacob, began to whip her cunt, using a length of rubber hose. Her screams were truly horrific, and I came several times down Cynthia's throat as I watched.

He whipped her for almost two hours, and although bitch screamed like a damned soul, she never once moved, or released her ankles. I was impressed.

When they finally finished, Jacob stood her up, and that was the general signal that dinner was over, and it was time to return to our cabins. We all followed Jacob and bitch back.

When we got there, I pulled him aside, to ask, "Dad, I mean Jacob, I'm curious about something. Why did bitch just stay in place like that and let you torture her so badly? Especially after the cunt kicking she'd just gone through. Why didn't she just quit? Or let go? Or anything?"

"It's simple, Kevin," he responded. "She's a cunt, and more specifically, she's my cunt. That means she'll do whatever I command her to do. It's her reason for being. If I command her to hold a cigarette lighter under her nipple until it burns it black, she will. If I order her to fuck her ass with a sandpaper dildo, she will. If I order her to take a staple-gun to her clit, she'll do it. She is a cunt, and she exists for one reason only, and that is to please me. If she ever fails to please me, well then, I'll get rid of her and replace her with another cunt."

"Just like that? After twenty years of marriage?"

"Don't be silly, Kev. We were never married. She's just a cunt, not a person. When it's time to get rid of her, which I'll be honest, is probably going to be soon, then off she goes. I've got a standing offer to sell her to a brothel in Thailand as a torture slave. She's still young enough to survive another decade or so as a torture slave, and they do like to torture white women over there."

I was flabbergasted. My dad was talking about selling my mom like she was an old Buick. This was weird, and really cool!

[grendel]

Lovely addition.  I particularly appreciated the cunt beating ... lol and the 'old Buick' line,   

This is wonderful PLEASE keep wrighting this. :-)

[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

Lovely addition.  I particularly appreciated the cunt beating ... lol and the 'old Buick' line,  Â

@grendel I was trying to think how a teen might see that, and that was the best I could come up with. So I'm glad you liked it. :-)

This is wonderful PLEASE keep wrighting this. :-)

@Janny Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. That is truly what inspires me to keep writing. :-)

And while the COVID-19 pandemic has put me in lockdown mode, it has curiously left me with less time to write, not more.

However, I have another diary entry ready, and will post it shortly.

Thank you, my fans, for encouraging me!

The Chairman

[TheOnceAndFutureChairman]

Dear Diary,

Okay, I could get used to being a cunt owner. I was sleeping in the bed, when I felt something warm and wet on my cock. I looked down, and there was Cynthia.

"Good morning, Master," she said. "This is your wake-up blowjob."

Beats the hell out of an alarm clock. After I shot my load down her throat, she led me over to the bathroom/shower area.

"Do you need to piss or shit, Master?" she asked.

"Yes, to both, cunt," I told her. She led me over to a toilet chair, where she laid under it, with a funnel from the toilet bowl that she took in to her mouth.

I stood over it, and pissed into the toilet. I heard her gurgle it down. Next, I sat on the seat, and asked her, "You sure?"

Although her response was distorted by having the gag holding her mouth open, I understood her to say, "Yes, Master, please!"

So I took a shit in the toilet, and again, she swallowed it down. A bit weird, but still, something I could really get used to, fast.

Afterwards, she spent several minutes gargling, which I appreciated. She may enjoy eating my shit, but I sure-as-shit (if you'll pardon the pun) don't wish to. Next, she led me over to the shower stall.

I don't know if you've ever had a shower where a beautiful naked girl lathers herself up, then rubs herself all over you to wash you off, but if you haven't, you should.

I finished by remembering my resolution from yesterday, and shaving Cynthia. I got dressed, and we joined the rest of the guys and cunts in heading over for breakfast.

Breakfast was similar to dinner, save for juice cans up the server's cunt, and pancake syrup in her bladder.

After breakfast, we returned to the cabin. Jacob gathered us all around him, guys seated on stools, cunts kneeling at our feet.

"Gentlemen," Jacob said, "today we begin to teach you what you need to know to be a good cunt owner. Most of our lessons will focus on torture techniques, for several reasons. First, your cunt has already spent many years learning the skills for great sex. But second, because it is a great pleasure to torture a cunt, to drive her mad with pain, to push her past her limits, then to keep right on going. Isn't that right, bitch?"

"Yes, Master, it is. The best days in my life were the days when I was out of mind, screaming so loudly you needed to get earplugs."

How had my dad managed that? At least, without my noticing.

"Now, gentlemen," Jacob continued, "this morning we're going to learn tit torture. Remember, the best ways to torture a cunt are in the parts of her body that are different from men, that is, her cunt, and her tits. Oh yes, you can torture your cunt in lots of other ways, too, and we'll learn all of them this summer. But to really make her feel it, you've got to torture her in her female parts."

"Why not continue with more cunt torture, then?" asked Darryl.

"Normally, I'd agree with you. After the incredible amount of cunt torture bitch received yesterday, she'd really hate more today. And that is generally a good thing. However, today, I want you to see her reactions, so you can judge what to expect from your cunts. Make sense?"

"Yeah, it does," Darryl agreed.

"Any other questions before we get started?" There weren't any.

"Good," he said. "Now when I mention tit torture, most of you are probably thinking about whipping or flogging the tits, or perhaps even punching them, am I right?" There were nods all around.

"That is not really torture, just good old-fashioned fun. And believe-you-me, we will do all of those things and more to our cunts this summer. But today's lesson is torture. Pure pain and agony. So let's start with this."

Jacob went over to the closet on the back wall, unlocked it, and pulled out something that looked like two pieces of one-by-six, connected by large bolts, with wing-nuts.

"This, gentlemen," he continued, "is a tit press. Bitch, will you help me show the gentlemen how it works?"

Bitch knelt in front of Jacob. He spread the two pieces of board, and trapped her generous tits between them. He began to tighten the wing-nuts, first on one side, then the other.

Gradually the distance between the boards shrank, from four inches to three, then two and a half, then two. Bitch was visibly in pain. He continued to tighten the wing-nuts, and gradually shrank the gap to 1.75 inches, and it seemed he could go no further.

Bitch was breathing heavily. Her tits were squeezed out the front of the press. Jacob flicked her nipples with his fingers. She gasped in pain.

"Now, gentlemen, you probably think this is pressed as tightly as it can be pressed. But you are wrong. Kevin, Darryl, if you'll please step forward, I'll prove it to you."

Darryl and I stepped forward, uncertain of what to do.

"What I need you two to do is to grab the ends of the boards, and squeeze them together. Then I'll be able to tighten the wing-nuts even further."

So we proceeded to squeeze. Bitch began very short and heavy breathing. Soon Jacob had tightened the gap down to an inch and a half, then an inch and a quarter.

"Squeeze harder, gentlemen, and don't worry about hurting bitch. That is, after all, the point."

We squeezed even harder, and Jacob finally got the gap down to just under an inch. Bitch was in serious agony now, and quietly moaning, "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts," over and over.

This time when Jacob flicked her nipples, she screamed.

"You see how sensitive she is now? Now is a time to whip, flog, cane, and punch her tits." Jacob began to do so. Bitch howled and screamed.

"Okay, gentlemen, if you'll each go back to the closet and get a breast press of your own, we'll treat each of your cunts similarly."

So we all did, and soon enough, there were five screaming cunts in the cabin.

"Well done, gentlemen," Jacob told us. "Now, it's time to let them free, but believe-you-me, we aren't doing them any favours." So saying, he proceeded to loosen the wing-nuts on bitch's tit press. As it loosened, and the blood flow really resumed in her tits, she threw back her head and screamed, long and loud.

Well I didn't need to be told twice, and neither did the rest of the guys in the cabin. We all loosened our respective cunt's tit presses, and the air was filled once again with screams.

"That's excellent, gentlemen," Jacob said. "But the lesson is not over, just yet. There's another torture technique I'd like to show you."

With that, he picked up a box that had been sitting on the floor nearby. He opened it to reveal something long, thin, flat, and metallic. I couldn't quite puzzle out what they were, or what they were for. Apparently, neither could anyone else.

Reading our curiosity, Jacob explained, "These are skewers, and are used like this." He picked one up, and we all could see it was sharpened at one end. Jacob took that end, pressed it against the top middle of bitch's left tit, and began to push. She howled again.

He pushed it very slowly through her tit, until it came out the other side. Then he picked up another, and repeated the treatment on her right tit. She continued to howl.

He continued with more skewers, gradually rotating around each tit, until each sprouted two dozen. Bitch was beyond howling now, and just kept up a quiet litany of, "hurts, hurts, hurts," interspersed with sobbing.

Finally Jacob grabbed a really long skewer, and starting from the left side of her left tit, slowly pushed it all the way through, until it came out between the two tits, then continued to push it into her right tit, until it came out the far side.

Bitch screamed again.

Jacob grabbed some smaller and thinner skewers, and began to skewer her areolas, one, two, three, then four, through each. Finally four smaller and thinner still skewers, which went through each nipple in a cross pattern.

Bitch was non-verbal, just crying, sobbing, and screaming.

"Ready to try it on your own cunts, gentlemen?" Jacob asked. Of course, we all answered yes!

[grendel]

I really do need to put the bitch press in one of my tales

Das ist wieder eine Story nach meinem Geschmack

Weiter so bitte

This is another story to my taste

Keep it up please