Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Excerpt From Memoirs Of A Sex Slave: The Confessions Of A Submissive Woman By Billierosie

Here's a special treat: a glimpse into the wonderfully erotic mind of Billierosie from her new book, From Memoirs Of A Sex Slave: The Confessions Of A Submissive Woman



She remembered, laying on the table in that sparse room, for what seemed like hours. As usual, her thoughts turned to sex and her fingers found her engorged clitoris. She wondered what it was like, just to have a tiny organ, like the nurse had. Maybe a large clitoris was something that the slave girls had in common. Certainly, the times that she had been ordered to suck on another slaves organ she had found the clitoris quite substantial. A meaty mouthful. The nurses clitoris was barely the size of a pimple.
She started to breathe heavily, as her arousal deepened. She masturbated her cunt in a frenzy. She closed her eyes and watched the colours, red, blue, yellow and purple exploding like shooting stars in her  dark vision. Then the full force of her orgasm hit her with such a power that she thought she would faint. She shouted out her guttural ecstasy, jerking, almost as if she were having a seizure.
The sound of a man clearing his throat, brought her back to reality. She whimpered her apology, knowing that she had been caught out in an act of gross indecency. He stood, staring his disapproval at her. She flushed her embarrassment. She could smell her juices and she was sure that this domineering man, this Master, could as well.
He was accompanied by six, no seven younger men. He was obviously their leader, in a position of authority. Like them, he wore a white doctors coat. But he had a flamboyant bow tie at his neck. Black with red spots. A badge of honour. She shuddered, the Marquis de Sades colours again.
The nurse, the woman who had raped Elektras mouth, stood next to the surgeon. She glared at Elektra, as if she had committed a vile sin.
At last the Surgeon spoke. Gentlemen, you see here before you a piece of owned flesh. A slave. We do not consider the specimen to be human; it is, in fact less than human.
Elektra lay on her back, her fingers sticky with her juices. Her thighs were still spread, frozen in the motion captured in her orgasm. Her clitoris moved and swelled, she could feel it becoming erect, stiffening. It was as if it could scent the testosterone and pheromones  in the room.
She didnt dare look any of the men in the eye. They were all her Masters for now. She couldnt plead for any compassion; there was no hope that any of them would contradict the Surgeon.
Is it the size of the clitoris that sets her, er, the creature apart from human beings? asked one of the students.
Exactly so, replied the Surgeon, beaming his approval at the student. We dont regard it as a deformity. But the fact that it is a monstrosity, and the fact that it dominates entirely this sluts life, puts it on a level with an animal in season. Imagine a bitch on heat, permanently on heat, thinking only of copulation and being driven by that primitive urgency, and you pretty well have the state of the whores mind.
It certainly appears to be aroused, remarked another student.
Just  feel the clitoris, said the surgeon, warming to his theme. Each one of you, test it between your finger and thumb.
Elektra closed her eyes and heard the snapping on of pairs of surgical gloves.
Sir, has the owner given permission for his property to be handled? the nurse interrupted.
Elektra burned with righteous indignation. The woman had not given a thought to her Masters permission when she had raped her.
He has indeed, replied the Surgeon haughtily. In fact the owner suggested it. He is all in favour of the study of this nefarious species.
The students jostled for places, eventually forming a queue.
Can you smell the sluts juices? one of the students remarked to the group in general.
As it perpetually produces lubricating fluids, the odour tends to be constant, said the Surgeon.
So, Sir, are you suggesting that this creature is really a separate species? asked one of the students.
Absolutely, replied the Surgeon. Experiments and research have reached an exciting level.
Elektras eyes were blurring up with tears. So now, she wasnt even considered a human being. The time would come, she was sure, when all sorts of tests and experiments would be conducted on her, and the other unfortunate women who were simply born with strong sexual appetites.
She felt the first tentative, sterile fingers rubbing into the petals of her clitoris and heard an exclamation.
Sir, it is moving of its own volition. It is stiffening and swelling.
Another set of fingers probed her. Squeezing, these fingers were clever, intending to arouse. A moan escaped her lips, her breathing increased. She forbad herself to orgasm, but by the time the third student touched her, her orgasm exploded from her. She wept her humiliation, as another wave swept over her, her back arching, she grunted and bellowed like a wild sow being mated by a hefty boar out in the fields.
You see, the Surgeon announced. Pure animal lust. The slut will orgasm more times than you can count if you let her.
When all of them had fingered her twice, and Elektra had orgasmed five more times, the Surgeon called a halt.
This is all very entertaining, he said. And theres nothing like hands on learning, but I have further tests to conduct. Put it in the stirrups, he ordered the nurse.
The nurse lowered the hoist, then with the assistance of one of the students, each leg was threaded into a canvas stirrup which rested under the knee. The positioning of the stirrups, pulled Elektras legs wide apart. The nurse then cranked a handle and pressed a button. There was a whirring noise and Elektra was raised bodily, her buttocks tilted at an angle from the examination table.
Is that a convenient height for you Sir? asked the nurse.
Thank you, yes, he replied.
He stood, facing Elektras splayed legs. She could feel her cunt mouth opening and closing in spasms. The nurse adjusted a bright light, to shine directly into Elektras hole. She heard the clank of metal and her heart raced in a panic, as she wondered what they were going to do to her. Something cold was inserted into her cunt, she moaned in her fear. The position she was in did not allow her to see the part of her body being manipulated. She prepared herself for pain and her muscles tensed. There was nothing she could do, she was held in position as securely as if shed been bound.
One of you fondle the sluts nipples, said the Surgeon. That usually calms them down. The trick would never work with a normal woman, but with these sluts, their minds are always on the seduction of the male. Any attention gratifies their obscene desires. No, dont attend to the clitoris, I dont want it to orgasm with the speculum inside it. It might rupture the vagina.
There was a hustle of movement as the students jostled to be the privileged one to play with Elektras tits.
She heard the sound of metal cranking. Metal grinding on metal.
Fingers squeezed and massaged her nipples; the sensation was indeed soothing to her and she relaxed and breathed more easily.
But something was happening inside her. She felt the uncomfortable sensation  of her cunt walls being pushed apart. The cranking sound continued, and with it the widening of her cunt.
The cervix is nice and ripe, remarked the Surgeon. And there is a good production of mucus. A healthy specimen I should say. One at a time please, all of you, come and look at the state of a healthy vagina and cervix
One by one, the students peered into Elektras cunt. She had never felt so exposed, with these young men examining her.
Now each one of you, tell me what you can feel when you touch the cervix.
Elektra felt the probing fingers insinuating inside her. She listened to the crude remarks, which the surgeon either didnt care about, or mind.
Is this what you call a fat cunt? she heard one of the students giggle.
A dripping wet cunt. I should say, laughed another.
Sir, the cervix feels as if it should be bigger, said one of the students.
Exactly. said the Surgeon. We only see the part of the cervix the intrudes into the vagina. I hope all of you have noticed this.
Would you say that the creature has been well used? asked one voice.
Difficult to say, responded the surgeon. With these sluts, the muscled walls of the vagina tend to be very elastic. Rest them for a few weeks and for the Master, the sensation is exquisite. Like having sex with a virgin. Indeed, this creatures vagina, despite being considerably stretched,  will have resumed its functioning size in a few hours, and the creature will be fit for use.
So this was how normal healthy men thought of women like her, thought Elektra. They didnt even consider her human, with feelings, feelings that were desperately hurt from their lewd conversation. They hadnt cared, or even noticed that she had heard.
Slowly, gently, with tender care the speculum was removed from her.
Always remember, when dealing with these creatures, the surgeon said to his disciples. That you are dealing with owned property. The owner will probably have paid a fortune for his animal, and even more money will have exchanged hands to have it trained to his satisfaction. He may be loaning the medical authority the animal to cover his costs. The authorities will pay a considerable fee to have the freedom to experiment on such a creature.
Elektra could sense that the group were spellbound.
Whwhat sort of experiments Sir? one student stuttered.
A student of mine has recently presented a paper on crossing the species, the surgeon announced. His name? Quentin Hacket-Jones. You may have heard of him.
Elektra had. Her mind went back to her early days as a slave, in Marks apartment. Quentin Hacket Jones had been there and had spoken openly about animals being mated with humans. He had talked about producing offspring from such a perverted union. All in the name of science. She remembered he had brought her to a profound orgasm when he had casually fingered her. She had sucked his thick cock. He had nearly suffocated her.
You mean Sir, it is entirely possible to cross the species?
Absolutely.
A pregnancy has yet to go full term and the laws prohibit it at present. But it is only a matter of time.
A woman mated with a dog, could produce a litter of pups?
Half human half beast. A chimera. The .Man-Beast hybrid has gone beyond the talking stage. According to a story that appeared in the Edmonton Journal in 2001: Melding man and beast may sound like the stuff of science fiction, but its not. Amid all the advances in genetic manipulation, the idea of
combining the DNA of animal and humans has been attemptedThe first publicised  case of animal-human hybrids took place in 1996 when Jose Cibelli, a scientist at the University of Massachusetts, took DNA from his white blood cells by swabbing the inside of his cheek. He then inserted the DNA sample into a hollowed-out cow egg.
Elektra listened to the Surgeon s speech.  Yes, it was only a matter of time, she thought. And despite being saddened by the thought of such an experiment being conducted on a slave, she was strangely excited by the notion.  Her clitoris swelled and pulsated as the nurse gently lowered her body back onto the table.
One of the students noticed and laughed. Look Sir, he pointed at her moving organ. the creature is aroused at the thought of such an unnatural copulation.
Indeed, replied his mentor. Never forget that these creatures are entirely motivated by the clitoris and the overwhelming urge for orgasm. No depravity is closed to them. And dont be duped into thinking that these creatures spring only from the lower classes. It is a well known fact that convent educated girls, are the most debauched. And there are examples of these whores historically. The Empress Catherine of Russia, Queen Pasiphae of Crete. Both are recorded as having indulged in acts of Bestiality. The Empress Catherine, with a horse,  Queen Pasiphae copulated with a bull, and gave birth to a flesh eating creature, half man, half bull. The Minotaur. A true chimera
The students were vociferous in their disgust, but Elektra noticed that all of them were squirming in their discomfort of what she was sure were erections.  She could smell the musky odour of male arousal. Some of them were visibly rubbing their cocks beneath their white coats.
 Now then, I have a further procedure for you to observe. The creatures owner informs me that when it is penetrated anally, the creature experiences rectal orgasms. I intend to discover, not only if this is possible, but true.
Elektras eyes widened as the nurse handed the Surgeon a pair of long, latex gloves. He held up his hands, for her to help him put them on. When it was finished they reached beyond his elbow. How far did he intend to crawl inside her? She was horrified, yet, as usual, the notion of having her rectum filled aroused her. She let out a long sigh. She supposed she must be everything that the Surgeon had said she was. Surely a normal woman would not relish the thought of having her anus stuffed in front of these decent young men?
I want the creature on all fours, ordered the Surgeon.
Electra turned as best as she could on the narrow table and got into the appropriate position.
Forearms flat on the table. Arse high in the air.
The students giggled nervously as Elektra assumed the pose.
The nurse poured a quantity of lubricant,  smearing it over the Surgeons glove.
Now notice how I am forming my fingers into a duck billed shape, he announced. And also notice how the creatures anus is already anticipating pleasure.
The was a shuffle of students hurrying around to Elektras rear end to observe her puckering anus. She could feel the gateway to her hole opening and closing.
Do you mean that it really does enjoy this procedure? It is disgusting. No decent woman would permit this sort of invasion.
You are learning quickly, said the Surgeon. “”Now I shall proceed.
Elektra felt the pressure against her puckered dirt hole. And she felt it relax as the fingers pushed through. He was in, pushing gently, then retreating, giving her rectum time to contemplate the invasion. Her muscles contracted, and he stopped, giving the muscles time to relax.
Its rectum muscles have just contracted around my hand, he announced. Now should I press on, or stop? Quickly now.
You must stop Sir, until the hole is relaxed, said one of the more astute students.
Exactly so, beamed his mentor. Never, ever force the body. It is almost as if you wait for the muscles to grant permission.  Now, as I push, the sphincter has let me in and you will see that I am fully inside the creature, up to my wrist, in fact. This, I have achieved through timing and patience.
Elektra felt wonderfully full. It was a strange sensation; the heaviness in her bowel delighted her, yet her muscles wanted to push him out of her. The passage, after all was not intended to have something travelling in this direction and she relaxed, doing her best to give his hand further access.
Sir, is it possible to open out your hand inside the rectum?
It is possible, certainly, the creatures rectum is very spacious. But remember, we are dealing with fragile membranes. There is a risk of tearing. Take it in turns to gently push your fingers into the creatures vagina, you will experience a strange sensation.
There was the sound of  gloves being removed. The students wanted to feel her cunt and not through latex.
One by one, the students fingers pressed into Elektras cunt. There was great excitement and exclamations.
Sir! I can feel your hand pressing against my fingers. The membrane separating vagina and rectum must be very fine.
Elektra moaned as the sensation of having her cunt filled with probing fingers, and her dirt hole stuffed with a hand overwhelmed her. She started to sway in a rocking motion.
Exactly, said the Surgeon. This is an excellent opportunity for you to observe female anatomy in the flesh. Far more use to you all than pouring over text books.
Elektras mouth hung open and one of the students had the idea of pushing his fingers into her mouth, for her to clean them. She lapped hungrily, as each student copied the first. These young men were her Masters and she knew she had to obey the silent order.
The Surgeon moved his body position, to negotiate the twists and turns of Elektras internal organs, as slowly, slowly, inch by exquisite inch, the hand pushed further into her bowel. The feeling of being so completely stuffed was incredible. The build up of pressure and fullness, associated with defecation made her muscles contract as her body tried to push out the hand groping inside her.
Her long low moan was continuous now, as the hand reached higher inside her. She sounded like a cow in labour. The hand pushed on, retreated, then pushed with a rush further in. She rocked with the motion of the Surgeon. Swaying, as her  body accepted him.
My God, Elektra heard one of the students say. Hes right inside the creature; it looks amazing.
Another student took out a small camera from his white coat pocket and photographed  the arm spearing into Elektras stretched anus.
Elektra drooled saliva from her open mouth. One of the students was unable to contain his arousal any longer. He groped beneath his white coat and took out his erect cock. He caught the Surgeons eye.
Use it, he commanded. That is what it is there for.
The cock was thrust into Elektras mouth. She feverishly lavished attention on it. Gobbling, licking and sucking.
 Three other students  were openly masturbating.
It happened so suddenly, that it took her by surprise. Her whole bowel contracted. The Surgeon let out a bellow of pain as her muscles held his wrist in a vice like grip.
Its squeezing the life out of me, he shouted. Somebody do something.
Elektra had no control over her the way her rectum muscles were behaving; all she knew was that she was having the most erotic experience of her life. For what seemed like a long time, but was probably only minutes, she seemed to float out of her body. The wonderful tingling sensations were all there; she felt sublime. She floated up to the ceiling and perched on top of a wall clock. She saw herself on the table, a woman abused, yet in control. The Master was no longer in control, the nurse was doing her best to calm the situation. She saw her body rocking to an ancient, primal rhythm. Her large breasts hanging and swaying.
Then just as  quickly she slammed back into her body.
 Elektra couldnt put into words, when she told her Master much later, what had happened. All she knew was that her pelvis pushed back on him, and she fucked herself on the Surgeons hand. She had no control over what was happening; this was what her body demanded. She had screamed in her ecstasy, as the rhythmic spasms consumed her. Her hands left the table and she clawed at the students cock, digging her finger nails into his testicles ,and still her body fucked itself on the Surgeons hand. Her pelvis gave another hard push against him and the hand slipped even further in. It was as if her bowel had given way and sucked him in.
The Surgeon was weeping noisily at the cramping pain in his wrist, as Elektra  bucked and almost fell from the table. The student with his cock in her mouth, orgasmed, his spunk splattering over her face as she sank her sharp white teeth into his cock, her incisors dragging, tugging at his foreskin. He howled his protest. Her muscles continued to contract and release as he pulled his torn cock from her bloodied mouth. Spunk splattered  in her hair and on her shoulders, from the other students.
His foreskin hung in a bloody mess of gore. Elektra looked like a priestess from a Dionysian fertility Rite. The Rites of long ago, when on a quiet Greek island, the Priestess Ariadne had ripped off the Kings genitals with her teeth, chewing them, spitting out the stringy bits, before devouring them.
She was still on all fours; saliva, spunk and blood drooling  from her mouth, her voluptuous breasts, like udders were swaying. Her auburn hair, streaked with sweat, blood and matted with spunk, hung in tangled ropes over her face.

***

Elektra remembered that there had been such a fuss afterwards. A visitor to the festival had been wounded by one of the slaves. But the student doctor had signed a disclaimer, stating that he entered the Marquis de Sade festival at his own risk. All of the visitors had to, otherwise they were not allowed entry to the chateau.
Elektras Master had told her that she was a credit to the spirit of the Marquis de Sade. The old pervert would have been proud of her. He also said that the student was lucky that she had only circumcised him; had she bitten harder, she would have castrated him.

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