Chapter 2: Training

One month had passed since the beginning of our slavery, and, a few days after my painful orgasm, Ahmed decided that our skills for fucking were still poor, so one morning, while we were preparing for leaving, he said, “Your asses are not opened enough, so from now on, you will put your anal plugs during work.” Then he took the plugs, lubricated them, inserted them in our asses, and locked them to the chastity belts, so we were unable to remove the plugs.

He then said, “Also, the Slut is not wet when she arrives from work, so she will use Ben Wa balls.” He unlocked the belt of Aisha, lubricated some Ben Wa balls, and entered them into the vagina of Aisha, locking the belt again. He added, “We will address the problem of your incapacity for deep-throating during the afternoons.”

Aisha and I left for the buses. During the walk, her pace was strange. The plug was annoying for both, but the balls aroused and disturbed her a lot. With each step, the balls were pushing the insides of her vagina, causing a small but continuous sexual excitement. I had only to suffer the plug, which was uncomfortable and strange but not as exciting. When we returned in the afternoon, after all day with the balls, she was turned on, tired, and had to stop sometimes because the sensations were too strong. Her nipples were hard, her face was red, and she was sweating. At home, when Ahmed unlocked her belt, it was soaked with her fluids.

He ordered her to put on all fours, knelt behind her, and entered her in one stroke. “Perfect! The cunt of the Slut is wet and ready. She will use them every day,” he said while fucking Aisha.

When he cummed, he led us to the playroom and explained, “I have thought of a small ‘system’ for training your sucking skills.” He then tied the cuffs of our wrists on our backs and ordered us to kneel in front of a frame that had two big dildos tied horizontally pointing in opposite directions. When we knelt, we were looking at each other, separated by a vertical bar, with the dildos pointing to our mouths. We were ordered to open our mouths and come forward, so the dildos entered our mouths. Then a chain was connected to our collars, and its length was gradually reduced, forcing us to accept more length of the dildos in our mouths until they were almost touching the entrance to our throats.

In that position, the chain was locked. A switch was flicked, and the dildos began moving; mine went further inside my throat, causing me to gag. Instinctively, I backed off my head, discovering that my movement pulled forward the collar of Aisha, and the other dildo entered Aisha’s throat, making her retch. So as not to hurt or make Aisha feel bad, I had to try to control my instinct and my gag reflex and try to impale my throat in the dildo so Aisha’s head could move backwards. Clearly, for Aisha, the predicament was similar.

We needed to control our gag reflex or hurt our loved ones. The dildos were moving forwards and backwards without a defined rhythm or length in their movements, making any kind of coordination or strategy impossible. We had to maintain motionlessness or even try to move forward to avoid that the other could suffer when the length of the dildo entered too much into the throat. If we moved backwards, the chain linking our collars pulled from the other one, inserting in the other’s throat the corresponding dildo.

The torture continued for nearly an hour. At the end, we are exhausted and have sore mouths and throats.

The ‘treatment’ with the plugs, balls, and deep-throat training would continue throughout the month.

After the first week, when we returned home and after we had put on our cuffs and the Aisha’s belt had been removed, Ahmed said, “Let’s check how dilated our asses are. Come to the playroom!” They tied us spreadeagle in the usual frames, one in front of the other, then Ahmed stood behind Aisha, applied some lubrication to his cock, opened her buttocks, and began inserting his cock in her anus. The face of Aisha was showing pain and discomfort from the penetration while the cock of Ahmed entered her rectum. When his cock penetrated to the bottom, he kept still and slowly began pulling out until only the glans was inside Aisha’s body. Then he began to fuck Aisha’s ass, entering and withdrawing, holding her hips for better support.

Meanwhile, Hassan had placed himself behind me to lubricate his cock, and I could feel how his hands separated my buttocks and the head of his cock pushed into my anus. He pushed and pushed, but my anus did not dilate enough. I felt a lot of pain in my anus, which finally gave way to Hassan’s cock. He started slowly but firmly entering my rectum. I felt as if my anus were tearing itself apart. Hassan said to Ahmed, “The Slave ass is too tight for me to enjoy.” and Ahmed laughed: “Your cock is too big, Hassan, and probably the Slave’s body is less elastic than a female one like Slut’s. We will need to add additional training to the Slave’s ass besides the plugs. Meanwhile, why don’t you come here and enjoy the cunt of the Slut? Her ass is tight and pleasant, and her cunt is wet and ready.”

Hassan pulled his cock from me, hurting me, and went to stand in front of Aisha, take her legs, and lift and spread them. Then he put his cock between the vaginal lips of Aisha and stopped lifting her, letting her weight push her down, impaling herself in the cock.

They began fucking Aisha in coordination, almost pulling out their cocks at the same time, and then entered with great strength, almost lifting Aisha from her feet. Ahmed was cupping her breasts and Hassan her buttocks, and between them, she was handled like a doll. After some minutes, both cummed, filling her rectum and pussy with their cum, which began running down her legs. When they pulled out, I could see the cum oozing from Aisha’s holes. Then Ahmed came to me and said, “From tomorrow, you will start new ass training.”

They untied us, and we continued with our tasks and activities as on other days.

The next day, when we had returned from work and were waiting, kneeling in front of Ahmed and Hassan, Ahmed said, “Slut, suck me, but don’t swallow.” Aisha moved forward, extracted Ahmed’s cock from the trousers, opened her mouth, and began sucking. When he cummed, he ordered, “Slut, show me the cum in your mouth.” Aisha opened her mouth, which was full of cum. Ahmed continued: “Hassan, bring the Slut the strap-on, and you, Slut, put it on.”

Hassan came with a big strap-on that had a shape as if it was composed of a set of balls of decreasing sizes up to the tip and various straps to attach to legs and hips. Aisha tied the straps, and then Ahmed continued: “Slut, use my cum for lubricating the strap-on. Slave, on all fours. Slut, fuck the Slave with the strap-on. Daily, we do all the work for you. It is time for you to make efforts and fuck the Slave. From now on, until the Slave is dilated enough, every day you will fuck the Slave with this strap-on, using only lubrication from the cum we will unload on you. Come on! Get started!”

I was dumbfounded, as was surely Aisha. It would never have occurred to me that she would have to fuck me. I got down on all fours, and Aisha kneeled behind me. Ahmed ordered: “Slave, open your buttocks, and Slut, Insert the tip of the strap-on in his anus and push. Slave, you are becoming more and more pathetic. With luck, you will get to fuck the Slut two or three times this year, while she will fuck you every day during the next few weeks. At the end of the year, perhaps it will be she who rejects the ‘half man’ you are becoming.”

I rested my head on the floor and, with my hands, opened the cheeks of my ass to make the penetration easier. Aisha reluctantly let the cum in her mouth fall over the strap-on, coating it with a thin layer, then put the tip of the strap-on in my anus and pushed slightly, fearing to hurt me. Ahmed threatened her, “Fuck the Slave, or we will have to do it ourselves, and it will be much stronger and more violent.” She held my hips and increased the pressure.

I felt how my sphincter dilated and received the first ball, contracting slightly, then the second, the third, and the next. Each ball or thickening of the strap-on was more difficult, increasing the dilatation. It was a strange sensation, at first moderately painful during each dilatation and then somewhat pleasant during each contraction, both feelings increasing with the increasing size of the balls. After having all the strap-on in my ass, Aisha began withdrawing and entering slowly.

The situation was humiliating and slightly painful; however, to feel the touch of Aisha, as she took advantage of the opportunity to caress my buttocks, hips, and back, along with the small, pleasant sensation when my sphincter contracted after being dilated, made me relax and even enjoy the pegging. Finally, I could feel the skin of Aisha and her hands in my body after so many days.

Depending on the angle of movement of the strap-on, sometimes she stimulated my prostate gland, creating a strange but in some way pleasant feeling. It continued for nearly half an hour until Ahmed ordered us to stop. Of course, neither of us reached orgasm. For Ahmed, it was just some kind of gymnastics or physical training.

The pegging was repeated over several weeks, and over time I realised that I was waiting for it every day. It was the only time when I had some intimacy with Aisha; it was the only time when she touched and caressed me, and even I could think that we had some kind of sex. Although Ahmed thought of it as an additional way to humiliate us and as a way to dilate my sphincter, it turned out that it was providing us with a moment of relaxation and contact.

The next day after this first time, Aisha and I talked in the office about it. She was trying to apologise by sodomising me, but I explained to her that we were forced to do many unpleasant acts and we were not responsible, and more importantly, it was very pleasant for me to feel her touch and her skin.

That day we received the answer to our request for teleworking: due to the legal restrictions and our kind of contract, we were allowed to work remotely two days a week. On returning home, we transmitted the news to Ahmed, who decided that I’d work remotely on Sundays and Mondays and Aisha on Wednesdays and Thursdays. In his words, the reason was that “on weekends we do intensive use of the Slut, and we don’t need her the following days, and she can go to the office.” This change was a huge loss for Aisha and me because now we had just one day, Tuesdays, shared in the office, when we could talk and support each other.

One of the first days I was working in the office and Aisha was teleworking from home, I received a video call from her. I answered and saw her with the white blouse she usually wears at work and an appearance of normality; however, I could feel something strange in her face: signs of pain and discomfort.

I said, “Hello, how are you?” She answered, “Master Ahmed ordered me to call you.” Happily, I had my headphones, and nobody could hear her words. Also, given that I was sitting in a corner, nobody could see my screen.

Then I noticed that there was some movement under her blouse, and I could distinguish the outline of hands over her breasts that started kneading and squeezing her breasts. After some seconds, the face of Ahmed appeared behind the shoulder of Aisha, and he said, “Teleworking has a lot of advantages. I have the Slut available at any hour of the day. Can you guess where I have my cock?” He began to move, making her move up and down in turn. He then said, “Slut, open your blouse, and show your tits to the Slave.”