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Almost another week gone by... I am now an obediant, timid little fuck slave. But, even that's not enough for them... I don't know what they want from me anymore. I don't have anything left for them to take.

The night after my first torture session, they went back to their old routine as if to make up for the night before. That night was all about pleasure instead of pain, although my body was still aching and burning from before, but I guess that only made me more vulnerable to what they were doing anyway... They had me take four men at the same time. Ivan took my cunt while some other guy took my ass, while Stevo and Bill tought me how to give proper handjobs. They sent me to bed covered in cum and too tired to even write.

The next night, it was back to torture... They strung me up again with the gag again. Instead of the riding crop, today I got the taser, or cattle prod, or whatever it was. A fucking electrocution device on the end of a damn stick. Stevo just zapped me in his usual favorite spots. At first it hurt way worse than the crop, but it made me go numb way faster too. I think I passed out after about an hour, and I don't remember much after that.

The night after that, they just took turns raping me. Fuck, who am I kidding? It's hardly rape anymore... and I don't know what's more harmful to me at this point. The torture, or the pleasure. They each blew their load in my pussy. After everyone else left, Stevo made me squeeze it all out and lick it all up... I just obeyed him, hoping that complying with him would convince him to go easy on me next time. Though, it tasting so good helped- God Damnit! It still makes me sick how good it tastes.

I was wrong, of course. Nipple clamps, pins, and some more whipping was our activity for the night. He snapped a metal clamp on my clit too, which hurt like hell, but kickstarted my libido significantly faster than anything else they'd done to me... Of course Stevo noticed, and it apparently got him horny enough to stop our little torture session for long enough to have a quick fuck while I was hanging there, but it was right back to pain once he was done.

Which brings me to last night... the night they finally made me cave and robbed the last bit of self respect I had. Stevo walked in and got me ready for the day. At first I thought it was going to be another torture session. Well, actually, it pretty much was. I never knew you could torture somebody with pleasure, but they definately found a way... Regardless, he got my leather wrist and ankle cuffs and bound my arms behind me, as well as getting my gag ready. I just started crying weakly as he hauled me out of my cell. After the week I had, my legs felt like jelly and I could barely force myself to walk.

He brought me into their fun room and pushed me aside, making stumble and fall hard on my side. "Got something good for you today, love." He said, kneeling over and stroking my hair. I whimpered through the gag and just looked down at the floor. He walked over to a table and picked up what, to me, looked like a bundle of black leather straps before returning to me. "Spread 'em." He said, and I knew exactly what he meant. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for him, not bothering to put up a fight.

I just watched what he was doing and started crying again once I knew what it was... He had a harnes with two vibrators built into it. I remember moaning weakly as he slid both the over-sized toys into both my holes, making sure they were nice and deep before securing the straps around my waist, legs, and tail. They weren't even on and already I couldn't help but squirm my hips around, though I couldn't tell whether I was trying to get rid of them or move them around in me... Either way, they wouldn't budge.

"So, how sensitive are you, little slut?" He asked me, reaching down between my legs. I heard a plastic clicking sound and the vibrators roared to life, on what I think was their highest setting. I moaned and squealed, not really prepared for it. He laughed and pulled on the straps again, sure that I couldn't wriggle them loose or escape my bonds. I think it was about maybe ten minutes before I came. "Hahaha, pretty damn easy to make you cum, girl." He mentioned, slapping my still-exposed ass and holding me still to adjust the dials again.

I was relieved, at first, to feel the vibrators slow down to barely moving at all. I just took a moment to catch my breath before I heard Stevo speak again, "I think we'll give you a break, let you relax for a little while." He said, petting my head affectionately. I just gulped and nodded, not bothering to respond since the gag would've made it unitelligable anyway.

It wasn't until maybe... five minutes after he left that I realized that the situation he left me in was much more sadistic than I thought it was. The vibrators were still active, still grinding and shaking against all my biggest pleasure centers. I just cried in frustration, just rolling onto my side and curling up. I spent the next few hours squirming around on the floor and coming to terms with my current predicament.

The vibrators were enough to drive my sex drive out of control, but not enough to actually satisfy me. It was way worse than any pain they could've inflicted on me... It wasn't that I was particularly close to orgasm, far from it, but the constant stimulation was making me go crazy with lust. I have no idea how long they left me there... it seemed like days to me. When they did come find me, I wanted to just die of embarassment...

I was curled up on my knees, pushing my crotch up against a wall, desperately trying to give myself enough stimulation to climax but failing. My face was just laying on the floor, in a puddle of my own drool that had constantly been dripping down my chin thanks to the gag. And as soon as Ivan, Stevo, and the other guy came in, they just started laughing. Hard. I started crying just as hard as they were laughing.

Stevo walked over and pulled me up to my feet, which were so weak they couldn't support me anymore. I just slid back to my knees, my thighs and calves slick and wet from all of my own pussy juice that had been running down my legs. "Awww, poor slut." Stevo teased, letting me fall. "How're you feeling?" He forced me to look up at him, and I just stared, sad and desperate. "You look like you need a nice fuck." He observed.

"Seems like it." Ivan noted, backing him up. I just sobbed, frustrated. My rational mind had left me high and dry a long time ago, driven out of me by the constant lust.

Stevo undid the strap holding the ball between my teeth, letting it dangle off the side of my face. "Alright, love. We can scratch that itch for you." He said, I nodded and gulped, still not saying anything. But I felt my stomach drop when I heard him add, "If you tell us how bad you want it." I started sobbing again, more clearly now that my gag had been undone. "Or we could just leave you here."

I heard myself scream, "No! No, please!"

"Please what?" Stevo demanded.

I remember looking down at the floor for about a minute... And then I abandoned the last of my dignity. "Fuck me..." I choked, softly.

"What's that?" Stevo asked, grinning.

"Please fuck me..." I sobbed, desperately.

Stevo crossed his arms, "I don't know. I don't think you really want it that bad."

I'd lost all control of myself, "No no, please! Please fuck me!" I cried, "I want it, I want it so bad!"

Stevo looked like he was about to say something else but Ivan gave him a look and he stopped. "Alright. Only 'cause you're such a cute little bitch." He said, stroking my face before circling around me. I felt him undo the straps and I groaned in relief when he pulled the whole thing off me. "Where do you want it?" Stevo asked, brushing a finger across both my holes.

"Oh God... My pussy, please..." I begged more, making him laugh.

"Sure thing." He said, petting my back. He wasted no time in shoving his cock in me, and God help me, it felt so good... I moaned so loud, looking back on it, I sounded like a complete whore. Though, I was still crying the whole time... Even Ivan decided not to really do anything. He just waited for Stevo to have his fun.

I had the most intense and longest orgasm I've ever heard of right then... and I couldn't stop myself from slapping my hips back against his as he fucked me. God, I moaned so loud, it was like I was screaming too... Actually, I probably was... After I had finally got my satisfaction, he kept fucking me, letting me take in what I had just done...

And then I started sobbing, bawling, really. I felt Stevo reach and hold my jaws shut with his hand while he was doing me, obviously wanting me to shut up. Ivan knelt in front of me, stroking my hair and my face, shushing me gently. I felt two swats on the ass before he flooded my insides again and pulled out.

"Such a good girl..." Ivan said, petting my snout. I couldn't speak, from hyperventilating from bawling so hard.

"Yeah, we should give her a long break." Stevo seemed to agree. "Especially before we kick her training up."

I whimpered, wondering how they could possibly make this worse. Ivan picked me up like a bride and shushed me one more time, rubbing his nose on mine. "Hush now, little one. You did wonderful today." He kissed my snout and I shuddered. But I felt him hold me to his chest, and I couldn't help but snuggle up to him, trembling and desperate for comfort. He took me to my room, tucked me in nice and tight, and I fell asleep right away...

This morning, I found that they'd left me some decent food, and after that, I found I finally had the energy to write again. And after all that, I can't even put into words how ashamed I am... I've failed, everything, everyone. I hardly deserve to use my real name anymore. I'm now more this... slutty monster than I am Zack...

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Today, they brought me to see Chris, so he could see their handiwork... After only a days rest they stuck the gag back in my mouth and my wrists behind my back again, walking me on a leash upstairs, ignoring me stumbling all the time. When they let me to the hallway, I could see sunlight from under the doors. The dragged me inside one of the doors, and I was almost blinded by the sun. After such a long time with only a few shitty florescent lights, I wasn't really prepared for it...

When my vision cleared, I saw Chris sitting at his desk, looking me up and down, approvingly. The pushed me down on my knees in front of him. I teared up and stared at the floor, ashamed. "Here's the slave, Mr. Felson." Ivan said, petting my head. Chris walked in front of me and gently pulled my chin up towards him, ignoring the drool.

He was just staring into my eyes, seeming like he was sizing me up. I flinched and looked away, but he seemed to have got what he wanted. "Take her gag out. I wanna hear her talk." He said, swiftly followed by Ivan pulling the plastic ball out of my mouth. I swallowed hard but remained silent, just staring at the floor.

"She's still very shy." Ivan informed him. "She's ashamed." He stroked my head, like an owner talking about a favorite dog.

"Well she's got every right to be." Chris Felson mentioned before looking me in the eyes again. "What's your name?"

I choked, "I... I d-don't have one..." I said, brokenly. He shook his head, apparently not liking my answer.

"Be honest, don't say what you think I want to hear." Chris said, calmly.

I looked up at him, startled, but I lowered my head again, clenching my teeth, suddenly feeling anger welling up in me again. "Z-Zack... Zack Morris..." I said, managing to find some defiance in my voice.

Chris smiled and shook his head, "Do you really think you deserve that name anymore?" I felt my heart sink. "After all this, do you think you deserve to be called what you used to? The same man who had big enough balls to come storming out of that apartment and break one of my teeth?" He asked, pulling his lip back and showing a tooth that was suspiciously lighter than the others.

"I-I..." I choked, tearing up again. He shook his head again.

"I heard the other night that you were screaming... BEGGING to be fucked. Like a little bitch." Chris said, smirking. "No, that's not the same man."

I started crying, clenching my teeth. "You son of a bitch..." I choked, earning a swat to the head from Ivan.

"You've been thinking about Jessica. I've heard you've been saying her name in your sleep."

"No, don't..." I pleaded, not wanting to hear what he had to say.

"Do you really think she'll take you back like this? As a whimpering little whore?" He smiled seeing my reaction of anger.

"You leave her alone!" I cried, tears running down my face.

"I'm not going to do anything to her, don't worry. This wasn't about her. This was about respect, girl." Chris said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him. "It's kinda like a self-esteem exercise. For me. You see, you thought you were hell of a lot better than me, didn't you? And when I have a chance to turn a guy like that into my little bitch, how can I pass it up?"

Rage. I felt rage, but then I felt rage boil down into depression as I considered everything he had said. "That's right..." Chris mentioned, letting go of my hair. "So again, do you deserve that name?"

I just started bawling, "No...."

"Well, you've been a good girl, so I think you at least deserve some name. How about... Zorah?" He asked. It made my stomach churn. Obviously feminine, with a Z sound at the beginning just to remind me of my real name... I nodded, defeated.

"Alright, Zorah. Lick your master's shoes."

I looked up at him, sadly, and he repeated it. I choked, crying as Ivan pushed me down. I felt my tongue slide out of muzzle and slide across his shoes. Once, twice... "Good Girl." He said, letting Ivan pick me up. "What's my name?" Chris asked.

"M-Ma-aster..." I stuttered, crying still.

"Good Zorah. You wanna suck my cock too?" He asked, reaching for his zipper. I cried and nodded, making him smirk, "Well I don't do scalie girls. You can take her home now." Chris said, looking to Ivan. Ivan nodded and carried my sobbing body away.

"Zorah... Such a pretty name. For a pretty girl." Ivan told me, hugging me to his chest. "We'll get you fixed up, little slave. Mostly your head." He brushed my hair, "You're a beautiful little lizard, and we'll teach you to accept it, and love it." I just kept sobbing, broken, and Ivan left me in my cell, alone.

Chris was right. I didn't deserve my name anymore. I didn't deserve to see Jessica again. God bless her heart, she'd still take me back, out of pity probably... but I don't want her to see this monster I've become... I'm a little slut named Zorah now...

My name is Zack Morris, and please, God save me. I'm losing a little bit of myself every day, and soon there won't be anything left...