Little Orphan (D)Annie

Danny sat in the passenger seat of his father’s old beat-up sedan as the jalopy bounced along the gravel road in rural North Dakota. His mood was sullen, and the ride had been a quiet one as he and his father were never ones to talk much to one another. Danny had been orphaned before he was old enough to remember his real mother and father, and the man who now sat behind the wheel of the car was foster father number four - a significant number given that Danny had just turned eighteen. As such, he was no longer required to be a Ward of the State, and his foster parents had made it clear that they would be happier if he would no longer be another mouth to feed around the dinner table each evening. The relationship with his most recent foster parents had always felt more financial than anything else, and he was convinced that they had only taken him in for the subsidy cheques that they received each month from the government.

As the main highway became more and more obscured not only by the distance visible in the rear window of the car but also by the thickening dust cloud that billowed up behind the car, Danny’s father broke the long familiar silence. “I want you on your best behaviour when we get there you hear me boy?” his father demanded. “I went to a lot of trouble to find you this job...and considering you ain’t qualified for any particular work whatsoever means that you can’t be too picky. The people we are going to meet have an opportunity for you that if you play your cards right could turn into something permanent.”

Danny listened casually to his foster father but as he was staring out the window at the passing corn fields, he failed to see the wry smile that spread across the older man’s face after the last remark. He had hated school which clearly showed in his grades, and the fact that his father had set up some type of job for him seemed like as good of an opportunity as any to pass at least a few months while he figured out what to do next.

At long last the car entered a dirt track driveway and swept up to a well-kept farmhouse complete with a white picket fence around it. The house was large, neatly painted, and completely in the middle of nowhere. Danny had not been paying attention at all during the long drive as to exactly where they were, with the consequence of that daydreaming to become relevant in the very near future.

“Right boy...out’cha get and come and meet Otto...Mr. Koch to you.”

As Danny and his father stood in the blinding and boiling hot sun, the screen door to the porch opened and through it came a very tall, slender man. Otto Koch sported a completely bald head and wore typical farmer’s overalls and boots. He was 6’3” tall, skinny with big rough hands and size 15 feet. As he approached the pair, Danny could see a bush of grey chest hair poking up from the neckline of the white t-shirt the man wore under his overalls. Otto greeted Danny’s father heartily, and the two men chatted for a couple of minutes without the farmer even acknowledging Danny’s presence. Otto still possessed a thick German accent, having emigrated from the countryside around Leipzig when he was only 23 years old. Now 66, he was healthy and strong with weather-beaten features from decades spent in the harsh Midwest climate of the USA. Otto had made the trip across the Atlantic with his new wife Hilda, and having settled down to a quiet life in the country, the two had never had kids and kept mostly to themselves.

Danny’s attention had wandered as his father and the German farmer chatted and completely ignored him, but he was snapped back as he heard the tall German man say “so this here is Danny....”

Danny heard his father reply to the question with a “yessir it is...” just a split second before he saw a large fist coming straight for his face. The impact was enough to knock the teenager to the ground, and as Danny looked up at the two men through a growing sea of stars and gathering darkness, he saw the farmer hand his father a thick envelope, and his father shake the tall man’s hand before getting back in the car. As the engine started up and the car drove away, unconsciousness claimed the young man, and he was hoisted up and over the 66 year old’s shoulder like a limp sack of potatoes.

Stephen Crowder slowed the car to a crawl as he approached the main highway and pulled over to the side of the dirt road while he pulled out his cell phone. Punching in his home number, he waited for his wife Angela to pick up which she did after the third ring. “All done?”...was the question that she asked. “You bet”...was the reply that Stephen gave as he pulled out the envelope from his inside chest pocket. “$5,000 cash just as agreed, and we never have to see that scrawny little piece of shit ever again.”

After a brief conversation Angela confirmed she had carried out her part of the plan by calling the foster care agency and letting them know that Danny had taken some money and disappeared about two days prior...immediately after his eighteenth birthday. She had assured the agency that she would contact them if Danny decided to call, but since he had left a note saying he would never be coming back, she didn’t hold out much hope. The agency thanked her for her call, but since the Ward in question was now an adult, his file would simply be closed with a note saying that his most recent whereabouts were now unknown.

It had been a relatively easy process to sell their foster son to the German couple after Stephen had met Otto and his wife through an online website for older men and women looking to meet up with younger men and women for sexual and kinky play. By the time that they had communicated initially by email and then by phone for three months, the deal had been agreed. Within a week of Danny’s eighteenth birthday, he would be delivered to Otto and Hilda at which time all communication between the parties would cease. Stephen had no idea what the older couple had planned to do with the teenager, and for five grand he didn’t much care. By the time Stephen pulled up in front of his house, Angela was finishing the process of throwing the last of their foster son’s belongings onto a large bonfire in their back yard.

It was like Danny had never existed at all...

This is how a person simply disappears in the middle of nowhere in the USA...

Slowly and painfully, Danny regained consciousness having been knocked out cold by one punch from his new owner outside in the driveway. As his senses returned he realized that that he was in a sparsely furnished room, if you could call what surrounded him as furniture. There was a basic sink and toilet in the windowless room, a low-slung cot, and a bare concrete floor with a small threadbare rug in one corner. A single towel hung beside the sink, a half roll of toilet paper on a wire hanger by the toilet, and the cot was devoid of either a pillow or a blanket. Shivering, his next realization was that he was completely naked, save for a leather dog collar secured tightly around his neck and locked with a brass padlock. The collar was attached to a metal ring that was embedded in the concrete floor, by a long thick chain that clanked as the teenager stood from the cot to get his bearings. Within minutes, the locks on the other side of the single wooden door to the room began to scrape, and when it swung open the young man was consumed by an intense wave of fear and dread.

Otto and Hilda Koch stood in the doorway of the basement bedroom, and sized up their new purchase in the same way that they were used to assessing new hogs at the market ready to be bought and brought home for fattening up before the slaughter. To the elderly German couple, Danny was just such a purchase. A slave to be trained and used as they saw fit...and they had a lot of plans for the young teenager now cowering before them. As they entered the room, Danny instinctively covered his cock and balls with his hands. The older woman yelled at him in German, and then lunged forward with surprising speed and slapped Danny across the face as she commanded him to drop his hands. With a pathway to the open door now clear, the teenager saw his chance to escape and made a break for it. Forgetting about the collar and the chain tethering him to the floor. He had only made it a few steps before the unyielding restraint yanked him back landing him flat on the floor and smacking his head on the cold hard concrete. While he could hear the woman smirking, the tall man who had knocked him unconscious advanced on him and placed a heavy size 15 boot squarely in the middle of his chest. Otto reached down, grabbed hold of the thick leather collar and used it to stand the skinny eighteen-year-old up by his neck. Nearly strangling the newly acquired slave, Otto immobilized the boy in front of him and held him on display for his stern and unforgiving wife to deal with.

Hilda grabbed hold of Danny’s face with one of her mannish hands and squeezed until the boy’s lips parted and his cheeks contorted in a mask of acute pain. “I am going to say this in English so that you clearly understand...and I am only going to stay it once. You are now our slave - we have bought you fair and square and you will do anything we say...whenever we say it...or you will be made to suffer. You will become what we make of you, and disobedience will not be tolerated. From now on, you will refer to me as Mommy Hilda, and my husband will be Daddy Otto. We have very big plans for you my dear - all of which start with you staying locked up in this room until you can demonstrate that you know your place and are willing to obey. Nobody is coming to save you...nobody cares about you...nobody is going to miss you...and your foster father who is the only one who even knows where you are is the one who sold you to us to live out the rest of your life as our property. He was well paid to hand you over and couldn’t get rid of you fast enough. Now, I suggest you give some thought to embracing your new life and start admitting the fact that you are a stupid useless little cunt with no purpose to exist other than to amuse and service us.”

With that pronouncement, Hilda delivered a vicious slap across Danny’s face as Otto held him from behind, followed by a kick to the balls that doubled the teen over and brought tears to his eyes. Otto yanked the teenager upright to receive one more brutal slap and then let the slave crumple to the ground, and the pair exited the room...locking the door behind them.

Late the following day, with Danny shivering from the cold and suffering from hunger and thirst, the door to his cell unlocked and swung open. Mommy Hilda stood in the doorway, holding a steaming bowl of hot soup, and a tall glass of water. After a long pause while slave and Mistress stared at one another Hilda backed up and used her foot to kick the door closed.

The following day, her visit was met by the slave crying out and begging for some food and water. Not receiving the respectful greeting she required, the older woman poured the glass of water out onto the concrete floor and left the slave alone. Danny immediately dropped to his knees and began to slurp the water up off of the floor. Enough to keep him alive, but far from enough to sate his thirst…and nothing to assuage the hunger in his belly.

Over a series of many many visits, Hilda silently began to program and elicit the responses that she expected from her slave. Having to learn the hard way, Danny realized that when Mommy Hilda opened the door she expected to be respectfully greeted and to see a slave kneeling down and begging its owner to be allowed to have something to eat and drink if it pleased her to allow it. When Mommy was not pleased, no water and no food was provided. When Danny had exhibited the type of respect that Hilda expected, he was allowed either water, food, or both. What the 65-year-old woman knew, was that breaking down a person’s will was essential to making them subservient, and she expected her slave to be the model of submission and devotion to its new life as her property. There was no better way to soften a person’s resolve than to keep them starved...for food, water, company, leisure, fresh air, information, and anything else a person might normally take for granted. Danny had to learn that Mommy Hilda and Daddy Otto represented everything, and without them, there was only confinement in a cold, uncomfortable basement.

Danny had no idea how long he had been locked up in the basement when Mommy finally produced a key and released him from the dog collar that had become like a part of his own body. When they got to the door of his room...his cell...he was almost nervous to step across the threshold as the space had become strangely familiar to him having formed his entire world since his arrival at Hilda and Otto’s farmhouse. When Mommy led him up the stairs all the way to the upper floor of the house, he was stunned to see a thick blanket of snow on the ground when he looked out one of the windows. The sunlight bouncing off of the crystalline snow nearly blinded his eyes which had not seen the sky since the onset of his captivity, and he was shaken by the fact that it had been early June when his foster father had brought him to become the property of the old German couple. In truth, it was now early February of the following year, and Danny had been locked up in the basement for nearly eight months.

Mommy hurried him along into a spacious bathroom, speaking almost to herself as much as she was to Danny about having to get him ready before Otto returned home for the day. Already naked and having been kept that way for so many months with only a sink and a towel to use to wash himself, the hot bath that Mommy had drawn for him and plunged him into felt like heaven on earth. The velvety suds clung to his body, and the heat that surrounded him was a luxurious change from the cold of the dark concrete basement. Mommy Hilda however, was a stout and strong woman on a mission, and she soon took up the task of scrubbing and lathering the slave’s body with such abandon that Danny thought his skin would peel right off.

Hilda Koch came from solid German country stock. She stood only 5’8”, but weighed a hefty 220lbs, with decades of farm work imbuing her thick frame with greater strength than most men her size. Certainly, she had no trouble manhandling the weakling that Danny had become.

When Stephen Crowder had delivered Danny to the farm, he had been eighteen years old, a small 5’4” tall, and weighed in at 140 lbs. Months of abuse, dehydration, relative starvation and no exercise had dropped his weight to 105 lbs, which is exactly what Hilda wanted. For what she and her husband had planned, a young, tiny, small-framed male was what was needed. What muscle mass Danny had possessed when he arrived had now atrophied, and he remained a skinny weakling easily manipulated and controlled by his new owners.

“There we go Annie” Mommy said as she admired her handiwork...”all clean.” Hilda stood her slave up in the tub as the water began to drain away. “Now we need to get rid of all of that unsightly body hair don’t we Annie...we can’t have that disgusting sign of masculinity on such a pretty little girl now can we?”

Annie?...Did she say Annie?...Little girl?

Danny was trying to process what he thought her heard as Mommy Hilda stood him up and began slathering his body with a thick smelly cream. Soon it was all over his body including his face, and Mommy commanded him to stand absolutely still and not move a muscle until she returned. The eight months in the basement had the desired effect on Danny that Hilda had been hoping for. He hung on her every word, obeyed her completely, and most importantly...was learning to fear her. Hilda more than anything wanted a slave that lived in fear of what she might do, and had plans to further manipulate Danny...now Annie’s mind turn her into an abjectly obedient human toy who live in terror and experienced suffering at her hands or her command every single day if its life.

After ten minutes, the paste that covered Annie’s body began to tingle, and then to burn. After another thirty minutes Hilda returned to find her slave standing stock still as she had been ordered to do...quivering slightly from the feeling of what seemed like a million ants crawling all over her body.

With compliments of “good girl”...and “what a pretty little sissy you are going to be”...Hilda turned on the hand shower and rinsed off her sissy-slave’s torso as well as her thin limbs and face. Once fully hosed down, Annie realized that every single strand of body hair from her pubes to her arm and leg hair had washed down the drain. Not only that, but Mommy informed her that the powerful depilatory would have burned right through to her hair follicles which would prevent any hair from ever regrowing. Annie was now a hairless, smooth, blank canvass for the German couple to begin rebuilding.

Rebuilding as a sissy and as a feminized domestic and sex slave who would be modified, trained, abused, tortured, used, humiliated, raped, beaten, experimented on, and mistreated all for the enjoyment and delight of the sadistic couple as well as some of their friends.

Danny did not become aware in any fulsome way of what was beginning to happen to him until Mommy Hilda had him strapped into a pedestal chair in front of a make-up table in an adjoining room. Humming to herself while she worked, Hilda began by tying Danny tightly into the chair binding his arms to the arm rests, his ankles to the pedestal, and his hips deep into the seat with a thick fabric band stretched around his waist and secured behind the chair. The slave was immobilized. Playing with the slave’s now long towel dried locks, Hilda...Mommy...laid out for Danny what was in store.

“You see my little slut. Your Daddy and I have never had children of our own as we feared we would not be able to resist our most basic impulses. We both like to see little girly sluts abused and used as submissive whores, and the thought of doing that to our own flesh and blood was completely abhorrent. So, as we grew older and had the means to start scouring the internet, we decided that it would be worth a shot to try to find a suitable candidate online who could become the obedient little slave-bitch that we have always wanted. A real girl of course poses the distasteful possibility of becoming pregnant when she is fucked, and so it made sense to find a feminine little piece of shit like you...biologically male...who could be transformed into a simpering little she-whore to provide us with endless pleasure and service. So you see my dear...the life that you knew is truly gone. From now on, the name you grew up with will never be spoken again. Your Daddy and I have decided to name you Annie, and if we ever hear that disgusting male name you used to have, the skin will be flayed from your backside only as a start - the pain and torture that will ensue after that will make you wish you were dead. Nod if you understand.”

Terrified, Annie nodded that she had understood everything Mommy Hilda had said.

“Part of the problem of course will be to change your body to make you more feminine, but all of that will come in time. Already you are getting nice and slim compared to the fat pig you were when we bought you. From now on, you will be a vegetarian and will be kept on a strict diet that Mommy Hilda will supervise. You will be fed one piece of fruit per day at lunchtime, and a small plain salad for dinner. Breakfast as well as regular protein supplements will be provided...but I will let your Daddy explain to you how that will work. The cosmetic changes will of course be easier, and by the time we are done you will be the perfect little sissy-gurl. You will behave as an obedient little slave-sissy for us or you will be punished...you will do anything and everything that is ordered of you or you will be punished...and you will express your gratitude every day to your Mommy and Daddy for allowing you to become their feminized little she-whore or you will be punished. In spite of all of that, Mommy will make sure that you get punished every day regardless of your behaviour as nothing will please me more than to see you suffer.”

After an hour in the chair, the reflection that stared back at Annie was that of a grotesque clown of a sissy. Her hair which had grown out over the last eight months had been dyed platinum blonde, and then styled into a mass of ringlet curls...her eyebrows were plucked and arched into a hyper-feminine appearance...and her ears were pierced with a needle before having large gold hoop earrings inserted into the freshly punctured lobes.

Annie was then marched into another room which made the young teen slave blanche as she looked around and tried to take it all in. The walls were painted pink with white baseboards and a white ceiling, and the floor was gleaming oak hardwood. There was one small window which had been both boarded up and blocked off with black metal bars, and was framed by frilly pink and white curtains. Two pieces of furniture dominated the room…a make-up table and stool, and a single twin bed with a white wooden frame. The bed had heavy leather straps and buckles mounted to it all over the place, and the make-up table was painted white as was the low wooden stool, which had a hole in the centre of the seat. Mommy Hilda left Annie standing naked and stupefied as she opened the closet door and rolled out a rack loaded with clothing and outfits all fit to Annie’s body size but meant for a little schoolgirl or pre-teen female. The inside of the closet door displayed a hanging shoe rack that was laden with all manner of sissygurl runners and footwear. The slave’s mouth hung open as Mommy Hilda returned to where she stood and said aloud as much to herself as to Annie…”you are going to make just the sexiest little she-whore slut the world ever did see!”

“Now…it’s time to get you dressed so that you’re all ready when Daddy Otto gets home to inspect you gurl.”

Mommy Hilda chose a particularly humiliating outfit for Annie’s debut. On her feet were black patent MaryJane school shoes – two sizes too small as were all of the slave’s footwear in order to maximize her discomfort – white ankle socks with tiny yellow bows embroidered onto them, a black and yellow plaid micro-mini skirt which Hilda had shortened so that it was more or less a small band of fabric going around the slave’s waist and fully displayed her cockette and sissy-balls. A tight white blouse was added to the outfit with short cap sleeves, and cut outs at the nipples to make sure the wearer’s teats were fully visible. A thick black shiny rubber belt was fastened around Annie’s waist and cinched in as tightly as the strong older German woman could manage, making it uncomfortable for Annie to take in more than just a small shallow breath. A matching black rubber dog collar was locked around her neck, and as Mommy Hilda stood back to admire her handiwork she balanced her chin in her hand and shook her head…stating that something was definitely missing. With a phoney exclamation of “a-ha!” the older woman announced that she had figured it out and from a drawer on the make-up desk retrieved a small item made from what looked like pink plastic.

In fact it was not plastic but a bio-resin that made the object wearable for extended periods…even permanently. Before Annie could fully understand what was going on, Mommy Hilda had manhandled her sissy-balls through a hard ring and maneuvered her clitty into a small sheath that connected to it. Producing a small brass key, Mommy Hilda locked the two pieces together and with a self-satisfied smirk informed sissy-Annie that the look was now complete.

“That my dear, is called a Holy Trainer. It is a chastity device that will keep your pathetic little clitoris under strict control. It just will not do for a budding sissy-gurl to get a disgusting erection, so Daddy Otto and I have made sure that you have had your last stiffy my dear. The plans we have for you will mean that the device will need to be changed out as your clit begins to shrink, but you will be strictly restrained when that is happening, so you had better get used to being locked up between your legs slut because that cage is never coming off. Ever. You will never again be allowed to cum and orgasm like a man…because of course you are no longer male. You will be allowed to experience the type of pleasure that a sissy deserves. Your clit will be allowed to leak and dribble and drool for your Mommy and Daddy’s pleasure, and probably over time you will develop the ability to have a mini-orgasm when your cunt is fucked and stretched by your betters. Most sissies develop this ability as their pussies are the only part of their private parts that get any attention that could be construed as pleasurable. We will of course be giving your little dangling ovaries plenty of attention…but I will make it my mission in life to see to it that you never enjoy a second of that treatment my dear…quite the opposite. I look forward to seeing how much pain I can inflict upon you using those pathetic little orbs that used to make you a man. Now…get over here and sit down…we have your hair and make-up to get done!”

Tears were streaming down Annie’s face as she minced over to where Mommy Hilda stood, sitting on the hard wooden stool as her female owner stood menacingly over her and grabbing handfuls of her curly blonde locks. Using a stiff hairbrush, Hilda parted Annie’s thick head of hair down the middle and pulled together two bunches forming pigtails on either side of the slave’s skull. The hair was pulled so tight Annie thought it would rip from her scalp and she winced and Mommy Hilda tied each pigtail mercilessly with a pair of pink and yellow ribbons. Letting the pigtails dangle by the side of the slut’s head, Mommy Hilda pinched Annie’s cheeks together and pushed her lips out into a painful pucker as she applied a more than liberal amount of shiny red lip gloss.

The pair stared into the mirror of the make-up table…one with a lascivious smile spread across her face, and the other with a wide-eyed look of panic and fear…a look that intensified when a loud noise from the floor below signalled that Daddy Otto had returned from the fields, and was about to be introduced to his new slut.

Mommy Hilda clipped a heavy black leather dog leash to Annie’s collar, and began dragging her toward the door…”come on gurl…you mustn’t keep your Daddy waiting now that you’ve been all dolled up to meet him”

As the pair descended the staircase, Otto Koch stood from the easy chair he had been sitting in and approached his wife and his new slave never taking his eyes off of the latter. Taking in the sight of Annie all dressed as a sissy whore was having a definite effect on the 66-year-old pervert. Black school-gurl shoes…tiny socks…a miniskirt that showed off sissy’s little clitty all locked up in pink resin…and those blonde ringlet curls framing that whorish wet red set of lips caused more than a stirring between Otto’s thighs. With a large, calloused finger he signalled to Hilda to turn the slut around, and the next thing Annie knew two mannish hands were gripping her shoulders and spinning her around so that Daddy Otto could see the rest of his slut. He barked something in German and Hilda moved one of her hands to the centre of Annie’s back, pushing downwards and doubling her over. “Grab your ankles gurl…and turn your toes in towards each other” Otto barked. Annie immediately did as she was told, but then let out a loud squeal as a stinging slap was delivered by Mommy Hilda to her left bum cheek. “Whenever one of us tells you to do something slut you do it immediately…and you reply by saying yes Mommy Hilda…or yes Daddy Otto! Do NOT make me tell you this instruction again gurl, or it will be more than a little spank on the ass Mommy uses to make sure you remember!”

“Yes Mommy Hilda” Annie chimed, doubled over with her pink hole displayed towards her new Daddy.

“Mmmmmmm” Otto murmured as he placed a large rough hand on one of Annie’s bum cheeks. Rubbing his hand across the teenager’s soft flesh Annie winced as she felt the bulbous tip of a long thick index finger tickling and flicking at her bum hole. Pushing against the tight pussylips with his finger Otto once again switched to German so that Annie would not be able to understand and told Hilda how much fun they were going to have opening and stretching that tight cunt to swallow cocks and fists and huge rubber toys the likes of which Annie had never even imagined.

Yanking her up by the hair on her head and whizzing her around, Otto shoved the little sissywhore onto her knees in front of him, and stepped forward so that the crotch of his overalls was right in Annie’s face. The teenager could feel Daddy Otto’s hard boner against her face, and she could hear him unfastening the shoulder straps of his denim and letting the garment fall to the ground around his ankles. With one large hand Otto grasped his eight-inch uncut penis and began smearing it around on Annie’s face…marking her with the precum that was now oozing continuously from his cockhead. The 66-year-old slid back his foreskin to expose the bullet-shaped purple helmet of his meat, and pushed it against Annie’s ruby red lips. “Open up gurl” Daddy Otto ordered…”you’re about to start learning how to properly worship my cock and by god you had better be a fast learner. I’ve been getting hard-ons all damn day because of you bitch, so from where I stand you owe me one fine fucking blow job, and Daddy’s gonna reward you with a nice thick mouthful of protein for you to gulp down as your dinner.”

Annie was spared the punishment of not thanking her Daddy on this occasion, as the instant her lips began to part Otto Koch shoved his thick hard cock straight back into the eighteen-year old’s throat and effectively silenced her except for the gurgling and the choking and the gagging she was doing from having her mouth raped by the older man. Using the pigtails Mommy Hilda tied off at either side of Annie’s head as handles, Daddy Otto rode his gurl’s mouth to a blinding orgasm and howled in pleasure as he forcefully ejaculated into her mouth and throat, filling the cavity with a heavy load of semen that had been building in his testicles for days. Hunching and stabbing into the sissy’s mouth with each orgasmic pump and thrust of his hips, Hilda watched as her husband completed the first of innumerable assaults on their new slave while she felt a spreading wetness between her legs underneath her wide skirt. She could not wait until she had one of her enormous rubber cocks strapped around her waist, raping the slave’s cunt for her pleasure. For now, however, she was enjoying getting off on watching her husband force the slut to swallow and gulp down a gigantic cumload. Otto had always delivered massive loads…his virility and raw masculinity were aphrodisiacs to Hilda – always had been.

Seven punishing thrusts, each accompanied by an ejection of creamy thick mancum, had been pummeled into Annie’s mouth and throat before Daddy Otto let go of her pigtails, and shoved her back off of his cock causing her to lose her balance and land in a heap on her back on the floor. Her face was flushed, and her lip gloss was smeared all over her face making her look like a sexualized sissywhore clown. As Daddy Otto bent down to pull up is overalls and fasten then up again, Annie heard him say as he turned around… “now that Annie has had her supper, why don’t you take her in to the kitchen Hilda and start teaching her ho to make mine properly…after emptying my balls down that slut’s throat I could really use something to eat.”

Mommy Hilda yanked on the leash and began dragging Annie towards the kitchen on her hands and knees as Daddy Otto retired to the living room to await his evening meal.

The Koch farmhouse stood isolated on a large piece of property with no neighbours for miles around. It was a good thing, considering the sounds that were echoing through the house from behind the closed bedroom door.

On the bed against the solid wooden headboard, Otto Koch reclined with his legs spread while he played with his left nipple with one hand, the other having gathered up all of Annie’s blonde curls to use as a handle to work and control her head as he pumped it up and down on his rock-hard uncut cock. Forcing the slut to deep throat him and periodically holding her bottomed out on his huge erection so that he could enjoy having her throat constrict around his shaft as it spasmed and tried to expel him so that the sissy could breathe was giving the 66 year old man enormous pleasure. That, and having a front row seat to what his wife Hild was busy doing with their slave-whore’s other cunt.

Strapped around the hefty older woman’s waist was a wide leather belt which also strapped around each of her thighs to provide better stability. Infront of her pelvis mounted through a large stainless-steel ring was the cock Mommy Hilda had chosen to ride Annie with on this particular morning. Favouring replicas of the cocks of real porn stars, Hilda Koch had cinched her black Cutler X sex toy on and was now 20 minutes in to a deep and aggressive fucking session of her sissypussy. Measuring 8.5 inches around and over 11 inches of insertable thick rubber, Annie was struggling to stretch around the monster that Mommy Hilda was sawing in and out of her while the slut’s anal ring became progressively more swollen and inflamed.

Dirty talking to each other in German like a couple of teenagers, Otto egged Hilda on to rape and abuse the slut’s hole even harder, while Hilda implored her husband the choke the bitch and suffocate her with his big cock. For her part, Annie could do nothing but serve the primary purpose for which she had been purchased…take the sexual abuse and assault of her older owners as nothing but a piece of fucked out trash that they were enjoying training, modifying, stretching, and raping on a daily basis. Squeals and grunts of delight and ecstasy drowned out moans and gurgles of pain and struggle as the older couple continued to work over their eighteen-year-old sissy’s holes. Hilda had cotton rope wrapped around each of her hands – rope that threaded through a D-ring on the back of Annie’s dog collar and traveled down her back to each of the leather cuff restraints that were buckled and locked on the teen-whore’s wrists. Each time Mommy Hilda thrusted her enormous cock into Annie’s pussy she would yank back with her hands and effectively pull Annie’s wrists further up her back toward her neck…a process that inflicted extreme pain on the sissy while she was being ravaged. Gradually the sadistic old woman wound more and more of the rope around her hands until the tiny submissive’s hands were all the way up the centre of her back…until it looked as though both of Annie’s thin upper limbs would snap…and until with a howl of pleasure Mommy Hilda orgasmed for the fifth and final time of the session – matched perfectly by the timing of her husband as he impaled Annie’s esophagus on his prick and pumped yet another load of cum deep down her throat as she struggled and gulped to keep the thick offering from choking and killing her.

As the married rapists pushed their slut off of their respective cocks, Mommy Hilda simply stood beside the bed and smiled lovingly at Otto as her slick black rubber cock now coated with Annie’s ass-pussy juices hung between her legs. “Be quick about it gurl!” Mommy Hilda commanded as Annie slid off of the bed and began slurping and cleaning the rubber appendage with her swollen cock-slurpers and wet mouth. Annie had been trained to always extract every drop of cum from Daddy Otto’s cock when he honoured her with a cum-meal, and equally to make sure that Mommy Hilda’s cocks were sucked and licked clean when she had been lucky enough to receive a thorough stretching and raping from her Mommy. “Get downstairs and get our breakfast ready immediately slut…you have a lot of chores to do today and I have decided that it will be an enjoyable afternoon activity to fist you and truly open that useless cunt of yours in the back yard today. I will not have my enjoyment of your hole disturbed by the knowledge that your no-good lazy behaviour has kept you from finishing the measly amount of work you are expected to do around here! After all…Daddy has made sure that you have had your breakfast so unless you want a severe punishment you have our meal on the table in 30 minutes – now go!”

While Annie had been bent over licking cleaning Mommy Hilda’s penis, Daddy Otto had stuffed a large black rubber ball plug into her cunt to keep her uncomfortably open and filled while she went about the process of preparing her owners’ morning meal. The measly amount of work that Mommy Hilda had referred to consisted of doing all of the cooking, all of the dusting, vacuuming, dish washing, the ironing, the laundry, the sewing, the shoe and boot polishing, the garden weeding, the mowing of the garden grass in the yard, tending to the flower beds, and picking all of the vegetables in addition to pickling and canning them. All of course, was done under Mommy Hilda’s watchful eye, and severe punishments were metered out for even the most minor of infractions, which Annie was always found guilty of without exception.

As Hilda and Otto Koch sat down to their delicious breakfast of bacon, fried eggs, toast, hot coffee, fresh scones with homemade strawberry jam, and grilled tomatoes, Annie stood obediently in the corner and curtsied submissively in unison with a “thank you Daddy Otto” as the older man grunted his approval of the morning meal. Silently, the 66-year-old man gripped the large empty glass that had been placed beside his plate, and positioned it under the table between his legs that he splayed apart in order to open up his cotton robe. Dropping his recently exercised cock into the glass, with a sigh of relaxation he released his bladder and began filling the glass with a large load of hot morning piss. Catching every last drop and dribble, Daddy Otto then extended his arm and held the glass out for sissy Annie to take respectively in both hands before she put it to her lips and proceeded to gratefully gulp down the hot yellow liquid as she had been forced and taught to do. Finishing it all in one long series of gulps, Annie placed the empty glass on the counter and once again curtsied and expressed her deep thanks to Daddy Otto for providing her with her morning juice. A few months earlier, Daddy Otto had decided it was a waste of water to have the slave drinking what came out of the tap…so he decided to feed her from a different type of tap – his own. The only thing sissy Annie was allowed to drink was Daddy Otto’s piss – and she gulped down every drop. It had been difficult at first, but life-threatening thirst has a way of making difficult choices easier to make. Within a week, Annie now eagerly awaited offerings from her Daddy’s cock as the intended message had sunk in truly, deeply, and irrevocably to the sissywhore’s brain. Without Daddy Otto’s cock…she would die. It was merely one of the many psychological abuses that had been heaped upon the former teen male to effectively turn him into a fully obedient and dutiful sissygurl slave for the older couple.

“Now then Annie” Mommy Hilda said, “you have had your juice and your breakfast so it is time to get on with the day. If you do a good job I have decided you will get not one, but TWO blueberries for lunch today.” Annie was allowed one piece of fruit for lunch, and frequently Mommy Hilda amused herself by making it a berry of some kind, or possibly a grape, as opposed to an apple or a banana. “Today my dear my list says you have the two bathrooms to clean, the kitchen floor, the living room dusting and vacuuming to do, the back garden weeds to pull and two loads of laundry. I want it all done by no later than noon so that after Daddt and I have had our lunch I can take my time opening that useless slut-hole of yours. I have some new fisting gloves I am eager to use to see how swollen and red I can make those young rubbery asslips of yours.” Annie was dressed in one of the many latex rubber outfits that Mommy and Daddy had purchased for her. High top bright pink canvas shoes, ankle socks, and a white and pink rubber cheerleaders outfit. The micro skirt was pink ruffled latex and nicely showed off the slut’s chastised she-clit as well as the black rubber base of the ball plug Daddy Otto had inserted after her morning fucking. The white rubber bodice had a built-in corset that Mommy Hilda had laced and tightened, and a thick pink rubber posture collar had been buckled around Annie’s neck. The rubber garment had thick shoulder straps, which provided substantial recoil against the wads of steel wool that had been stuffed into the bra cups of the outfit to scratch and irritate Annie’s swollen nipples. Hilda and Otto had their slut on hormones, but her tit-meat was just beginning to bud so the older couple had focused their attention on making the whore’s teats as big, thick, prominent, and sensitive as they possibly could.

With a spank on the ass from Daddy Otto the young slave got busy doing the breakfast dishes as Daddy Otto left to work in the fields and Mommy Hilda took up position behind Annie with her worm leather shaving strap in her hand, ready to whip and punish Annie for the slightest infraction as she set about the multitude of chores she had to complete before become Mommy Hilda’s fisting puppet for a large part of the afternoon.

Next installment…bound, stretched, opened, and fisted in the midday sun.