When the man brought her lunch, she refused the iced tea, again expecting him to grow angry. He just smiled and said he'd leave it in case she got thirsty later. As soon as he left, she poured it out, then drank water from the sink.

The next day, she thought she felt the insatiable feelings subside, even if just a little bit. She didn't refuse Turk or the man when they had at her, but inside she didn't feel the same strong emotions. Could it be her theory was correct? Could she overcome the drug?

The following day, right after lunch, the Need returned in full force. Why? What was happening? She realized the man must be contaminating her food as well. So she refused to eat, again expecting the man to beat her, but he just took the food away and said, "You should eat to keep your strength up."

The daily exercise session outside took its toll on her and she discovered that not eating or drinking the contaminated food or water did not seem to be achieving the desired result. She was still horny. She still looked forward to sessions with Thor and Challenger and Turk and, yes, even Master.

It wasn't until the two days later, when she was weak with hunger, she discovered how hopeless her condition was. Just before the man mounted her, as he had every day since she stopped eating or drinking, she saw him squirt a gooey solution onto his cock before plunging it into her. At first, she had thought it was for her benefit, to lubricate her for his passage, but then it struck her -- Oh, god! He's giving me direct doses through my pussy. She couldn't very well refuse him or face a beating.

So Janet gave up. What else could she do? He was going to contaminate her body anyway. She went back to eating and drinking, allowing the Need to control her once again. Weeks went by. She became a true slut, begging for a fuck from Sir or Turk or the horses. It wasn't long before she stopped thinking of herself as "Janet" or having any clear memory of her former life. She became "Slut" in her mind, just as Master had been calling her all along.

One day, he set up a video camera in her room by her bed while she watched, expecting him to fuck her again. Instead, he pulled out a vibrator and told her she could use it at any time as long as she recorded it on camera. He set up a large TV in the room and let her watch herself fuck with the dildo. Other times, he replayed her sessions with Turk or the horses that he had filmed. Slut enjoyed watching the films of her with the horses, so he brought in some tapes so she could show them whenever she wanted. Her mind was consumed with sex.

Now, even the act of shaving caused her to have mini-orgasms. These, in turn, only drove her to seek out the dog or the man or her plastic friend to satisfy her. Her nipples were constantly hard and she found she was compelled to pinch them regularly, drawing blood on more than one occasion. The man noticed this and brought her nipple clips, which she clamped on at once, relishing the painful bite. After a few days, the clips didn't seem to be doing enough, so the man brought her sets of weights to hang from the ends. They ranged from one ounce up to six ounces. That helped. Slut hung the weights and as she walked, or was fucked, or even pulled the cart, the nipples stretched naughtily, satisfying her urge, albeit slightly. She started out with a pair of one-ounce weights, and quickly worked up to three ounces.

Soon she asked for more clamps and when he asked why, she told him, "For my cunt lips - I want to stretch them out." Slut couldn't explain why she needed to, but he seemed to understand. He brought in clamps that fastened to each lip and with weights, they added an extra dimension to her pleasure/pain stimulus. She fastened four-ounce weights to each clip and within days had moved to the six-ounce weights.

He never chained her up anymore when they went outside. She would follow along behind him happily, the dog beside her, feeling her weights bouncing with each step, pulling painfully, but deliciously at her nipples and cunt lips. Slut had always thought she had rather large lips before her arrival here, but within a few weeks she could really see a difference. When she removed the clamps, they hung down a good two inches. She dreamed about going out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, wearing a mini-skirt without underwear, and flashing the waiter with those loose lips. The lips pulling away from her cunt really opened her up more readily, to better accept the cocks that were constantly thrust at her. Her nipples were getting longer too - now when she got excited and she wasn't wearing the clips, they stuck out about three-quarters of an inch from the areola.

She was getting much stronger now too, she noticed, and wondered if that was a function of the drug. She could pull the cart around the largest circuit and not collapse at the end, although she was thoroughly winded. Slut found she would rather pee outside than in, so she always saved it for her sessions with the cart. Once, she spread her legs while still in harness and let fly. Master just laughed.

The thought of fucking Thor or Challenger - or both - afterward kept her going, pulling that cart around as quickly as she could. Once the man unhooked her, she ran into the stall, removed the clips from her cuntlips so she wouldn't hurt the horse, and braced herself against the apparatus, her nipple weights hanging down. Slut loved the feeling of the weights yanking at her nipples as the horse rocked her. She didn't even wait for the man to set up the camera. He indulged her because he rarely had to beat her anymore. He even let her talk to him without being spoken to first.

A few days later, the man came in smiling. "What," she said, standing before him in her glorious nudity, legs spread, wearing her nipple and cunt clamps proudly. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and said: "I brought you a gift, Slut."

"Really?" She was touched. "What is it?"

He came closer and indicated she should sit on the bed. She did so, her weights bouncing. He made her lean back and pointed out her clitoris, which by now was routinely engorged and sticking out from its sheath. "I thought you'd like some additional stimulus for your clit," he said, opening the box. He pulled out a silver ring. "A clit ring."

Slut examined it closely. It was a small ring with a narrow section at the top for inserting into the fold of skin above her clit, and a shiny ball below that she knew would rest - and bounce - against it. "What's that?" she indicated a small eyelet, a circle about the circumference of the head of a pin, that was firmly attached to the base of the ball. "That's a little something extra, just for you." He reached into the box and retrieved a short silver chain with a small medallion at the end. "See, this clips into the eyelet, and the chain causes the ball to bounce more aggressively against your clit when you move. The chain is too short to interfere with sex, however."

Slut was seized with a sudden Need. "Please," she said. "Put it in." He made her lie back and held the ring against her so he could determine exactly where it should be attached. The ball needed to hang just below the clit hood to bounce against her clit when she was excited - and if it had the desired effect, she would be excited all the time. He measured the spot, then put a tiny dot in ink in the center with a ball-point pen. "The needle will go in just under here," he said. "Are you ready, Slut?"

She nodded. The fear of pain didn't bother her as much as the delay in experiencing the ring. Hurry up! He pinched the fold of skin with his left hand and thrust a sterilized needle through it, creating two holes just underneath the dot of ink. She sucked air into her cheeks but otherwise made no complaint. He moved the needle back and forth a bit to widen the holes, removed it, then cleaned up the small amount of blood with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol. She blew the air back through her cheeks as the astringent stung her. Carefully, he pulled back the tiny prong with a fingernail and threaded the metal through the holes. That was all there was to it. "Phase one complete," he said. "Want to try it out before I put on the medallion?"

She got up and walked to the door and back, feeling the tiny ball touch her most tender spot. "Put it on," she said. Holding the clit ring up slightly, he attached the tiny chain. It had a self-locking mechanism so it couldn't accidentally fall off. "This is the one-quarter ounce weight," he told her. "The saleslady recommended it for beginners. Just in case, through, I also bought the one-half ounce." He showed her another tiny chain with a slightly heavier medallion. She stood and again walked to the door and back. Her eyes glazed over. "Wow," she whispered. She sat down next to him. "Please, Sir, let me try the other one."

He shrugged and unclipped the light weight and replaced it with the heavier one. He had a feeling she might prefer it. One more time, she walked to the door, but on the way back, her knees buckled and she had to grab onto the back of a chair for support. "I like this one better," Slut managed after a moment.

From that day on, she always wore the clit ring with the half-ounce weight. She wore it when she pulled the cart, when she was being fucked, or doing her Kegels. She would take off the cunt or nipple clamps regularly to give herself a rest, but she was never without her trusty clit ring and the mini-orgasms it gave her. Sometimes, when she was alone in her room, she experimented with a one-ounce weight from the other set. The chain was too long, of course, but she loved the way it pulled at her and bounced hard against her clit as she moved about.

Chapter 5

One day, about six months after she had been captured, the man walked into her cell and told her, "You're free to go, if you wish, Slut."

She just stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "Go?" she whispered.

"Yes, you can just walk down the driveway to the road and catch a ride into town." He dropped her clothes in front of her. She had been without clothes for so long, the garments looked tight and uncomfortable.

"What do you mean? Go? Just like that?"

"Yes," he paused. "I only ask that you not turn me in."

Freedom! She couldn't believe it. Yet she didn't know how to react. Was it a trick? Was this something I really want?

"You probably should take off the clamps before you get dressed."

Slut looked down at herself and felt a sense of loss as she unclipped the silver grips and the weights. Already her pussy and tits ached, as if they missed the stimulation. She was still wearing the little half-ounce weight on her clit ring. "Do I have to take this off, too?" she asked.

"No," Sir told her. "That's yours to keep. Here, a little something for you to take along. Kind of a going-away present." He handed her a small canteen of water. She knew it was his special water. "Of course, you will no longer have access to our water after this runs out."

"Th-thanks," she stuttered, picked up her clothes and headed for the door. "I'll have Turk follow you to make sure you get to the road OK," he called after her and Turk followed her up the stairs, making no move to stop her. She couldn't believe this was happening! She would see her parents soon! Of course, she knew that they'd make her go to the police.

Slut walked down the long driveway, unsure if she was doing the right thing. Her clothes were still bunched up under one arm - she thought she'd better put them on before she got out into civilization. Stopping, she pulled out her old bra and tried to fasten it around her. Even though the clasp was in the front, she couldn't get it around her breasts. She didn't understand at first, then realized her breasts had somehow grown in the last few months. Perhaps another advantage of the mysterious drug? Discarding the bra, she tried to put on her blouse, only to discover it also was too small to fit easily around her breasts. Have they grown that large, she wondered? She couldn't very well catch a ride with her tits hanging out, now could she? She would have to hold the front together.

Slut shook out her underwear and slipped them on. They felt strange after being naked for so long. Her enlarged lips protested when she pulled the cotton tight against her, negating the effect of the clit ring. She looked at the jeans and wished she had been wearing a skirt when she was kidnapped - then she could just toss the panties along with the bra. She stood there, pants in one hand, thinking about how to handle this for a moment. Maybe she'll just walk for a little while without her clothes. Yes, that would be good. She removed her panties and blouse, then bunched them up with the pants and carried them, enjoying the breeze against her pussy, the tiny weight swinging.

She was already thirsty, but she didn't want to drink any of the water until she was well away from the ranch. It was hard not to-it was so hot out here! She walked along the drive, which snaked through the trees. Turk trotted alongside, tongue hanging out. She felt sorry for him.

"OK, Turk, I'll give you a little of this. Just a little, OK?"

She stopped to let him lap some water from the canteen and in response, Turk thrust his nose into her naked crotch. "Well, now I've done it - I probably shouldn't've let you drink it after all." She eyed his semi-erect penis and pursed her lips. "Well, OK, one last time."

Slut decided if she was going to help Turk out, it wouldn't hurt to have a sip herself, so she could really enjoy the experience. She took a tentative sip, then another before dropping to her knees, head resting on her hands, facing away from the dog. He mounted her immediately and began making that low growl that turned her on. She could feel the heat from her pussy being filled as he thrust into her again and again. The knot rubbed against her clit. When he came, she gasped along with him, accidentally sucking in some road dust. Of course, she had to drink another sip to get the taste of dust out of her mouth.

She sat there on the hot, dirty driveway, with Turk's sperm leaking out of her and wondered if the horses would miss her. Well, since she was leaving, it wouldn't hurt to give them each one last session with their favorite slut, right?

She took another sip, then returned along the driveway, skirting the house and heading directly for the barn. She would be embarrassed to have Sir catch her coming back to fuck the horses when she knew she should be getting out of Dodge. Slut sneaked into the deserted barn and entered Thor's stall. He reared his head up immediately when he smelled her and pushed her toward the pommel horse. She got into position, her ass up high as Thor mounted her and thrust his cock into her almost at once. She could take him easily now and she couldn't even remember how hard it was the first time. She found herself missing her nipple clips and their swinging weights. She noted that the weighted clit ring hung uselessly from her in this position. She wondered if she could find a tiny clamp that would allow her to hang the small weight directly from her clit. Then she realized this would be the last time with the animals. As he pounded away at her, she reached between her legs with her left hand and stroked her clitoris, which was sticking out obscenely between her enlarged lips. Slut came twice before Thor emptied himself into her.

Taking another swig of her canteen, she led the now-docile Thor out of the stall and tied him across the way, then went down to Challenger's stall and brought him into her love nest. He sniffed her and snorted loudly, as if complaining about getting sloppy seconds. That didn't stop him from mounting her quickly, however, once she bent over against the apparatus. Challenger thrust mightily at her until they both erupted.

She was putting Challenger back when she noticed another stall, at the far end of the barn, that she hadn't paid attention to before. She went to it and saw another beautiful black stallion. The name on the plaque out front said, "Satan." His stall was also oversized and she wondered why the man had never introduced her to this horse. Instead of a pommel horse, Slut noticed, there was a narrow padded platform that was raised about two-and-a-half feet off the ground and lay at a slight incline, head up. At the head end there were padded bars for his forelegs. She could visualize that if she were to lie face up on it, her cunt would be just the right height for the horse. She had never tried it this way before and it intrigued her. It would allow her clit ring to stimulate her as well.

Just outside the stall, the video camera had been mounted to a tripod, focused on the bench. A note was attached: "Please turn on camera before entering stall." Hah! So Master had expected me to come back here and to try out Satan! Slut stood outside, wondering if she should do it. She rocked back and forth, letting the tiny clit ring bounce against her while she decided. It didn't take much of that to convince her. She turned on the camera.

Taking another swig from the canteen, Slut climbed into the stall and touched the horse on its withers. He jumped and whinnied and sniffed the air. Then he pushed her toward the platform. When she got closer, she could see there were open clasps for her wrists and ankles to position herself. The ankle clasps pulled her legs far apart, the better to accept the horse. She lay down and put her limbs in the proper spots and waited for Satan to approach.

As he did, she heard a series of "clicks" and realized the clasps had automatically closed over her wrists and ankles, trapping her. She struggled for a moment, but then Satan was on her, his legs over the bars. Slut looked down between her large breasts and was shocked to see the size of Satan's cock sticking out from his sheath. It was huge! It was larger than either Challenger's or Thor's. Without preamble, Satan thrust into her, filling her immediately and stretching her like she hadn't been since the first day she arrived.

Slut struggled, feeling a little panicked, and was startled to feel a squirt of something against her half-open mouth. She looked up and spotted a small spigot that apparently had moved into position when the clasps closed. About once a minute, a squirt of water came out of the spigot into her mouth. She drank it gratefully, and felt her pussy expanding to accommodate Satan's huge member. He was fully in her now. He fucked her and fucked her as she drank sips of water every few minutes, wondering when he might be finished with her. He was truly insatiable. After about twenty minutes, he bellowed suddenly and came. She came in a massive eruption as well and passed out.

When she came too a few minutes later, Satan was still inside her. He began moving again. At first, she was too sore to appreciate his attention and tried to squirm away. Of course, there was nowhere to go. He was persistent and soon she felt the stirrings of desire renewed in her. That shocked her. Slut felt his cock stiffen within her. Surely, this horse couldn't be ready again so soon! "Oh, no. Satan. No!" But it was no use. The horse began to thrust at her in earnest.

An hour later, when the man and his dog walked into the barn, he paused outside the horse stall and looked at the scene within. Satan was pounding away at the girl for probably the third time, he guessed. She lay limply on the platform, water drooling out of her mouth. Between her legs was a puddle of spunk and pee and more was spread from her thighs to her chest. She groaned, semi-conscious.

"Well, gee, Turk, I let Slut go and she comes back to take on Satan. Whodathunkit? I guess she really doesn't want to leave us."

Slut heard his voice and opened her eyes, struggling against her bonds. "Please, help, Sir," she whispered. "Make him stop. Untie me."

"Oh, I don't dare interrupt Satan," he replied. "He gets really angry when people do that. That's why you have to be secured. If you tried to leave, he would probably attack you. Don't worry, he'll wear out soon enough. I'll come back later and check on you. Bye now!" Her hoarse cries echoed down the corridor after him.

Forty-five minutes later, the man switched off the image from the remote-controlled camera, satisfied that Satan had finally had enough. He had watched the entire episode from the beginning, as he had anticipated that the girl would return. In fact, he had counted on it.

He had gotten the stallion from a stud farm that had paid a high price for him before they discovered his disturbing propensity. The horse refused to be artificially stimulated, like so many were today, forced to ejaculate into horse-sized condoms. Instead, he made it clear that he would only accept the real thing - a so-called "live cover."

Some owners of mares actually preferred that, so Satan - not his name at the time - was advertised as an excellent "live cover" mate and soon enough, a woman brought a mare in for him. It turned out to be a disaster. Once Satan mounted her, he wouldn't quit. He pounded away at the poor mare for more than an hour, coming at least three times. In between, he'd rest his large cock inside her and fight off any attempts by handlers to break them apart. Afraid their actions could hurt the mare, they were forced to let Satan have his way. When he finally pulled free, the mare and its owner were both traumatized. Satan was banned from live covers and was seriously considered for destruction. When Sir heard about the horse, he had to have him. Because of the notoriety, the farm was only too happy to sell him for a song.

This was the first time the man had seen Satan in action. He knew he'd be playing that tape over and over. Entering the stall, he stood for a moment and looked at her cunt. It was stretched out so wide he could probably slide the fat end of a baseball bat up her. He unclamped the poor girl and helped her up. Slut couldn't walk, so he carried her from the stall. Satan ignored them, happy to just eat his hay.

Sir left her alone for two full days. He made sure she had plenty of drugged water to drink, which would ease her pain and speed her recovery. Sir had to admit he felt a little guilty. Sure, he had set her up to take on Satan, knowing that drinking the water would stimulate her and make her realize that she couldn't live without the drug. He had a feeling that she would want one more go-around with the horses, and just left Satan there to see if her curiosity would get the better of her. Knowing the horse's reputation, he actually felt too guilty to ask her to try Satan.

Finally, he entered her cell and waved her back when she jumped up to stand at attention. "No, no," he said. "You've been through a lot, Slut. You may sit back on the bed."

"No, actually, I'm fine," she replied. "Really. In fact, I've been wanting to ask you if I could have my clips back."

Smiling, he pulled the kits from his pocket. "I thought you might, but I didn't want to rush you, after your experience with Satan. I didn't know just how long he would fuck you."

"That's OK. It was my decision," she said, hurrying to apply the clamps on her aching nipples and cunt lips. "I'll know what to expect the next time I try him."