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Subject: {ASSM} Jazz's Toys Part Seven: Megan's Graduation (MM/f, nc torture, rape, strong)
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All standard disclaimers apply and then some. This kind of behaviour
should never be emulated in real life, and the author absolutely does
not condone any of the things contained in this story ever actually
happening. Do not read this if you're under 18 or are easily offended.

Jazz's Toys Part Seven: Megan's Graduation
by e. wolf

Megan groaned as her Uncle Jazz placed his huge hands on her shoulders
and pushed her down hard over the protrusions on her punishment chair.
This was a favourite treatment of her new Master's, and she had been
subjected to it several times during the month she'd spent under the
ministrations of her stepfather's brother. He was training her to be a
`good girl,' and although her infractions had grown fewer and farther
apart over the past month, she still slipped up from time to time.
This time, for example, she had spilled some of Jazz's urine when he'd
pissed in her mouth, and for that she had to serve an hour in the
chair.
It was an ordinary wooden chair, but Jazz had modified it with
brackets for mounting various objects of torture in deliberate
locations. Currently Megan's cunt was being stretched wide over a
large varnished wooden ball, the kind you might find at the bottom of
a bannister or on the headboard of a bed. This was the largest item
she'd yet had inside her, and it felt like it was tearing her apart.
She squalled as Jazz impaled her all the way onto the ball, then began
to rock her back and forth on it, her slight frame no match for his
nearly three hundred pounds of muscle.
"You know what I like about this ball, cunt?" he said. "It's gonna
hurt just as much coming out as it did going in." He laughed. This was
his last day alone with Megan, and as much as he'd enjoyed his time
with her, he was beginning to crave a new victim. The thrill for him
was in breaking new cunts, and frankly Megan was just getting too
well-trained for his liking. A month of careful conditioning had
utterly destroyed her spirit, and she'd gotten to the point where she
actually seemed to crave his approval beyond just a simple fear of
being punished.
Of course, that was still there, too, and he rubbed his cock through
his jeans as it grew hard to the sound of her shrieks of pain.
Megan's mother had loaned her to Jazz out of fear her daughter was
running with the wrong crowd and was going to come home pregnant one
day. Well, Jazz thought, even besides the rest of her training, he'd
stretched her pussy well beyond the point where it would stimulate the
pathetic little dick of any of Megan's high school boyfriends. She
wouldn't be getting in trouble that way. Besides, he'd installed a
little extra precaution to ensure she wasn't tempted to let any boys
into her pants.
When her hour was up, Jazz lifted Megan abruptly off the huge knob,
and it popped out of her cunt with a loud, squishing sound. She whined
in pain but knew her punishment was over for now. As long as she
didn't break any more rules she could relax a little.
"Now, cunt, we've got company coming," Jazz told her. "I want this
place nice and clean in one hour. There's sponges and cleaners under
the sink there. Go."
Megan scrambled to begin scrubbing the basement room that had been her
home for most of the last month. She washed the punishment chair
first, then the X-frame where she'd spent many hours, the concrete
floor where she'd been fucked, whipped and left to sleep.
When she was finished Jazz had her kneel in the middle of the floor to
inspect her. She was used to this by now, and linked her fingers
behind her head to allow him easier access to her front. He squeezed
her full breasts, hooked his thumbs in the heavy steel rings in her
nipples and gave them a tug. Megan grunted but didn't move. He ran his
hands over her belly and down to her cunt. He'd been conditioning her
for several weeks to take up to twenty-five pounds of weight on the
rings in her labia, and her cunt was so stretched his hand slipped
easily inside. He jammed his fist up inside her as she knelt for
inspection.
"Your cunt is nice and wet," he said. "Does it turn you on when I
punish you, Megan?"
"Yes, Master, it makes me hot," she said automatically, not because it
was true but because it was the correct answer.
"It makes your cunt all sloppy and wet, doesn't it?" He opened and
closed his fingers inside her, making a squelching noise in her
stretched hole.
"Yes, Master. Can't you hear my cunt dripping for you?"
In her head Megan was thinking about going home. How long had she been
here now? There were no days and nights down here in Jazz's basement -
he rarely slept more than two or three hours at a time, and he kept
her disoriented intentionally, making her keep his sleep patterns,
making it feel she'd been here forever. But soon - it had to be soon.
She was here for a month, that was certain. She'd heard her mother
talking about it with Jazz on the day she'd come here. She'd been a
different girl then, confident, defiant, rude, wild. Her month with
Jazz had left her somehow empty - meek, subservient, needing
permission to eat, to sleep, to piss and shit. And she depended on it,
too - she honestly didn't know what she'd do if he told her to do
whatever she wanted to.
He jammed his fist even further inside, lifting her off the ground by
the hand inside her cunt, and Megan moaned with something more than
pain this time. It felt good to be so completely filled, and
instinctively she squeezed her thighs around Jazz's forearm. He
grinned.
"Since you took your punishment so well, Megan, I suppose I can let
you cum once more before our company gets here. Would you like that,
cunt?"
"Oh, yes, Master. Please let me cum." She began to buck her hips a
little, and with his free hand he grabbed the huge bull-ring in her
nose and pulled it upward, forcing her head backward, making her lean
further and further back until she fell onto her back, writhing and
humping Jazz's fist like a bitch in heat.
"Ohh, yeah, you like that, don't you, cunt? You're just a rutting
little whore, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Ma-a-a-s-ter." Her eyes began to roll back in her head as he
jammed his fist deeper and deeper, punching her cervix with each
thrust. "Ohh, oh, oh, yes, thank you Master, uh, uh, uh!"
She began to shudder, her entire body bucking with pleasure. As she
came she began to cry, so overwhelmed with humiliation at enjoying
this treatment. Jazz sat and lifted her into his lap, pulling his hand
out of her cunt as he did so.
"Shh, good slave," he whispered, kissing her gently. "You liked that a
lot, didn't you?"
"Yes, Master," she wept. He held his hand up to her lips and she began
to lick it clean, running her tongue lovingly over each finger,
tasting her juices on his skin. "Thank you, Master."
"Now, Megan, I think I'll fuck your ass before our company gets here,"
he said next. His cock had been half-hard since he'd watched her
fucking the huge ball on the punishment chair, and by now it was
threatening to bust out of his jeans.
"Yes Master. Please, may your cunt put your cock in her asshole for
you?" she said. Megan knew by now it was better to ask Jazz for his
cock. She was much more gentle about inserting his enormous cock in
her still-tight asshole than he was.
"Yes, Megan, you may." He sat back and let Megan set to work
undressing him, unfastening his fly and taking out his erection. She
kissed the tip and ran her tongue over it, trying to leave as much
saliva on it as she could to give it some lubrication. Jazz saw
through it, though, and reached down to give her nipple rings a sharp
tug.
"In your ass, slut, not your mouth," he said crossly. "And hurry up,
we don't have much time."
"Yes Master. I'm sorry." Megan hoped this wouldn't mean more
punishment, but she suspected it would. She straddled his cock then,
gripping it lightly in her hand and lining it up with her tight pink
sphincter. Jazz let her do all the work, pushing hard until the head
of his cock popped past her anal ring, then falling so her own weight
pushed his cock all the way into her. She began to bob up and down,
contracting and relaxing her ass muscles to milk his cock the way he'd
taught her. It wasn't long before he let out a groan and shot his load
up her chute.
"Good cunt," he said, pulling Megan to him and kissing her deeply.
"Now, go clean yourself out. Company will be here any minute. I want
you to be good and hospitable, so make sure you greet him at the door
just like a good little doggy bitch should."
"Yes, Master," Megan said, and went to get the hose. She shoved it up
her cunt first, turning the cold water on full to flush herself out.
Next she used it to spray the inside of her asshole, washing out
Jazz's shit-streaked cum.
"Good girl," he said, and beckoned her to his side. "Now let's make
you look pretty."
He took a length of fine chain and threaded it carefully through the
rings on her nipples, then up through the ring in her nose, pulling
her tits up toward her face and pulling down painfully on the ring in
her nose. Next he took a ball of hemp twine and threaded a length
through the four rings in her left cunt lip, then tied the string
around the outside of her thigh, pulling one side of her cunt open. He
repeated the process with the other side, leaving the inside of her
stretched hole readily available.
"Now," he said, "You'll be all ready when Daddy comes to see his
little girl."
Megan's eyes widened.
"D-daddy's coming?" she stammered.
"Coming and cumming," Jazz said with a grin. "He'll be staying a
little while with us, a few hours maybe, and then you'll be going home
with him."
Megan began to cry.
"But I don't want him to ... to see me like this," she wailed.
"What, all dolled up like the worthless hole you are?" Jazz said. "I
thought you'd learned, cunt, that your only purpose in life is to
serve."
"Yes, Master, but not ... not my Dad."
"Oh, come, come, little cunthole. He's not even your real daddy. And
it's not like that bitch mother of yours serves him worth a shit. So
now he'll have you. And I know he's been looking forward to this for a
long time."
There was a knock on the door then, and Jazz kicked Megan lightly in
the ribs.
"Go on, then. Upstairs with you, and if you don't give Daddy a proper
greeting I'll make you put that knob on the punishment chair up that
tight little asshole of yours."
Weeping, Megan began to crawl up the stairs.

Jazz's brother Dennis was not remotely prepared for what greeted him
when he stepped inside Jazz's house. There, crawling toward him, was a
pitiful creature he vaguely recognized as his stepdaughter Megan. She
was thinner, to begin with, and her hair had been shaven off in a kind
of brush-cut. And the jewellery she wore - piercings all over her
body! Her mother had wanted her back different, but she was going to
have a fit when Jazz delivered the girl home looking like that.
"Jazz, I -" he began, but his brother put a finger to his lips and
smiled.
"Hello, Daddy. May I please suck your cock?" Megan said.
Dennis's eyes bugged out of his head.
"Well, I, uh - yes, I suppose you can," he stammered.
Megan finished crawling over to him and knelt in front of him. She ran
her hands up his legs, rubbing her cheek against the crotch of his
trousers like a friendly cat. He was instantly hard. His breath grew
shallow as Megan lowered his zipper and used her hands and her mouth
to pull his cock out of his pants. While it wasn't nearly the size of
his brother's, it was still a respectable size, and as Megan slid it
into her mouth he could feel the chains attached to her nose-ring
brushing against it. She gulped it easily into her throat - after
Jazz's face-fuckings her gag reflex was non-existent - and tilted her
eyes upward at him as she ran her tongue expertly over the bottom of
his shaft, tickling length of it as she sucked him rhythmically.
"Holy shit," Dennis groaned as he felt his cock begin to ooze pre-cum.
"You taught her this?"
"Yeah," Jazz said modestly. "You like it?"
In reply, Dennis grunted and threw his head back, spraying what felt
like a gallon of cum into Megan's mouth. She swallowed it all, then
licked what was left off his dick, tucked it back in his pants and
crawled backward a little.
"Thank you for your cum, Daddy," she said. "How can your slut serve
you next?"
Dennis chortled. 
"Jazz, this is amazing. If I didn't know it was the same little bitch
I'd never have believed it. Did you ... I mean, fuck her?"
"Of course I did," Jazz told him. "Only I'm afraid I got a little
carried away with her cunt. It'll take your fist quite easily, but
it's not much fun for your cock. Her asshole's terrific, though."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Come on downstairs, we'll show you. But first she needs to be
punished. I told her to put my cock in her asshole a little earlier
and she was trying to cheat by lubing it up in her mouth first."
Megan's heart sank. She'd been hoping he hadn't noticed that, or at
least had forgotten about it.
"What are you going to do, whip her?"
"Maybe we'll do a little of that. But first I want to show you how
nicely I've stretched her cunt."
Megan whimpered as Jazz grabbed the chain that ran through her nose
and nipple rings and led her downstairs. He wasn't especially gentle,
but he was careful not to rip out the rings.
"Master, please don't punish me," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, I just
wanted to make you happy, I wasn't trying to ..."
Jazz stopped in his tracks and whirled to face her.
"So now you're lying to me?" He slapped her hard across the face. "You
little cunt. I know what you were trying to do. Just for that you'll
get two hours of punishment instead of one. And then we're going to
let your daddy fuck you in the ass. How does that sound?"
"It sounds good, Master," Megan said, her voice breaking. "Thank you
for helping me learn to be good."
Dennis couldn't have wiped the grin off his face if he'd tried. To
think, this subservient little cunt was going to be all his!
Jazz took out a tube of muscle rub and crossed over to the punishment
chair, which still had the enormous wooden knob attached to it. He
slathered the ointment liberally all over the varnished wood and gave
Megan a meaningful look.
With a sigh she climbed up in the chair and straddled the ball.
"There's no way," Dennis said. "That's not going to fit up her quim."
"Wait and see," Jazz told him. "She's a very talented slut."
Megan felt her cunt lips begin to slide open as she pushed down on the
ball. The muscle rub began to tingle as she slid down over the narrow
part, and as she managed to squeeze the widest part of the ball into
her distended pussy, it was beginning to burn her soft, moist flesh.
"Ohh, it hurts," she whimpered.
"Fuck it," Jazz said sternly. "Show Daddy what a cumhole you are, how
much you love to be punished."
"Ohh, yes," Megan moaned. "It hurts but I love it. I love it when you
hurt me, Master." She began to ride the huge ball like it was a cock,
humping away on it not because it turned her on but because the strong
ointment inside her felt like her insides were on fire. She bucked and
whined as the two men stood and watched, her stepfather openly
stroking his cock as he watched.
"Would you like to crop her tits while she fucks the chair?" Jazz
said.
"Oh, yeah. Let's take that chain off, first, though. I don't want to
rip it out of her nose."
"Fair enough," Jazz said. He removed the chain from her piercings,
giving each nipple ring a tweak just to hear her squeal. Then he found
his brother a particularly vicious-looking quirt and turned the action
over to him.
Dennis grabbed Megan by the jaw and looked her straight in the eye.
"Just so you know, you little cunt, I've wanted to do this for years.
And rest assured, I'm going to be doing it often. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Daddy."
Dennis pulled his arm back and brought the crop across Megan's tits
with a SMACK. She yelped and writhed. He smacked her again, this time
concentrating on just one tit. He gripped her left breast tightly in
his left hand, squeezing it until it was hard and red, and brought the
crop down across it several times with his right hand, making the
hard, stretched skin feel like it was going to burst.
"Oww, Daddy, ow, stop, please, I'm sorry, I'll be good from now on!
Ohh, ow, it hurts!"
By now he'd moved on to the other tit while Jazz stood and watched.
When Dennis's arm had begun to get tired he stepped away and looked
Megan over critically. She was covered in welts all over her front,
and some of them were starting to bruise. Her tits would be sore and
swollen for days.
"That's been forty-five minutes," he said, checking his watch. "We
still have another hour and a quarter. What's next?"
"Whatever you want," Jazz said. "Feel free to make use of any of my
toys."
"All right, I will, then. First let's get her cunt off that chair,
though." He picked her up roughly and she whimpered as, for the second
time that day, the huge ball popped out of her hole. Dennis dragged
her over to the X-frame and told her to lie down in front of it. Then
he lifted her by the ankles and chained her legs to the top of the
frame, leaving her cunt wide open, her head dangling toward the floor.
"I like the haircut you gave her," Dennis told his brother. "But you
left all the hair on her cunt. I think we should remove it."
"Shaving her?" Jazz said skeptically. "That's not much of a
punishment."
"No, no. Not shaving. I'm thinking more along the lines of ripping it
all out." He pulled a pair of pliers from Jazz's toolbox and set to
work tearing at Megan's fine blond bush. She squalled, balling her
dangling hands into fists, digging her fingernails deep into her palms
as her stepfather tore out her pubic hair in huge clumps.
It took him half an hour to defoliate the girl to his satisfaction,
and when he was done he stood back and had a good look at her denuded,
pierced cunt.
"I'd like to torture her clit next," Dennis said, peeling back the
little flap of skin at the front of her labia to expose the tiny
purple bud.
"I have just the thing for that," his brother replied with a wicked
grin. He took a bottle of Jamaican hot sauce from the cupboard and
handed it to Dennis. "I've never tried this on her before, but it
should be interesting to watch. I'd tie her hands first, though, or
she's liable to rip those rings out of her cunt trying to relieve the
burning."
Megan's eyes widened and she began to scream: "No! Don't! Please stop!
Daddy, no, you're killing me, please don't do that to me! Please,
Daddy, I don't want you to hurt me!"
Dennis laughed. Seeing Megan like that was stirring something deep
within him, his inner sadist, and his cock twitched as she howled.
"But honey, I like hurting you," he said.
Jazz secured the girl's hands as Dennis uncapped the bottle. Even the
smell of the stuff was enough to make his eyes water. He certainly
didn't want to find out firsthand what it felt like to have the stuff
dripped into a sensitive area, but he could hardly wait to find out
how much it hurt Megan. With one finger he held back the hood of her
clit, while with the other he dabbed the mouth of the bottle against
the tiny nub.
It took a second for the pain to register, but when it did, Megan let
out an inhuman shriek and thrashed so hard the entire X-frame groaned.
The pain was beyond words as she squinched her eyes closed and yowled.
"Feels good, does it?" Jazz shouted over the screams. "Here, let me
try." He dabbed a generous coating of the sauce on his finger and
shoved it deep into Megan's asshole. She bucked and shrieked even
louder, and when Dennis upended the bottle into her stretched-open
cunt, both men thought their eardrums might burst.
Megan's mind felt like it was ready to explode - she had never felt
such pain. It felt like her skin was being seared off, and there was
nothing she could do to make the burning any less.
"Ohh, it hurrts, it hurts, it HURTS!" she managed to chant as her cunt
and ass muscles spasmed with the pain.
The two men stood back and laughed. Eventually the pain began to
subside somewhat, leaving Megan's cunt and asshole tingling and sore.
"Well," Jazz said, checking his watch, "It looks like the cunt's
punishment time is up."
"Wow, isn't that lucky for her?" Dennis said with a smile. "Now she
gets to come home with Daddy."
Megan just whimpered, defeated and exhausted.
"I just have one last gift for her before you leave," Jazz said. "I
don't think she'll be as tempted to whore for her classmates with her
cunt all loose and sloppy like that, but just in case ..."
He found a short, heavy chain with a padlock and strung it through the
rings on Megan's cunt lips, alternating left and right, effectively
sewing her cunt shut. He clicked the lock shut and handed the key to
Dennis.
"That way you can use her cunt if you want to, but nobody else can.
Although I don't know if anybody else will want to, now."
"That's fantastic. I can hardly wait to get her home and see how her
behaviour's improved."
The two men took Megan off the frame and hosed the remains of the hot
sauce from her cunt and asshole. She whimpered with the cold water but
didn't struggle.
"Now, there's one more thing we have to do before I send you on your
way," Jazz said. "Remember the first day you arrived and I told you we
were going to burn those lovely clothes of yours?"
"Yes, Master," Megan said resignedly.
"Well, I think the time has come."
Jazz took her upstairs, where there was a good-sized fire going in the
fireplace.
"Why are you burning your clothes, Megan?"
"B-because they're a sign of my old life," she said. "Cunt slaves
don't need designer clothes."
"Good bitch. What are you going to wear now?"
"Cunts like me don't need clothes unless Daddy tells me what to wear,"
she said.
Dennis grinned. This was amazing - the culmination of all his lifelong
fantasies. His dick was already half-hard again thinking of all the
things he was going to do to her when they got home.
"There's only one problem, Daddy," Megan said as he led her, naked,
out to the car. There were no neighbours around to see, and it
wouldn't have mattered if there had been - most of Jazz's neighbours
knew about his little hobbies, and not only did they not care, but
they joined in from time to time.
"What's the problem, cunt?" Dennis said.
"Mom isn't going to let you treat me like that," she told him.
Dennis laughed.
"Oh, honey, I've got a little surprise for you." He opened the trunk
of the car and Megan gasped. There was her mother, a huge ball gag in
her mouth, her eyes wide with fury and terror, her calves tied to her
thighs, forearms bound to her biceps, writhing to get free. "You see,
Megan, your Uncle Jazz thought your training was going so well it
would be a shame for your mother to try and spoil it. So she's going
to stay here with him for a month or so and see if she can't benefit
from some of the same treatment."
He lifted his struggling wife out of the trunk and handed her to his
brother, then scooped up his stepdaughter and deposited her inside.
"Darling," he said with a grin, "I think you'll find things are going
to be a lot different at home from now on."

The author welcomes all questions/comments/suggestions:
worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com ... this is the end of poor Megan's
story (for now!) but I plan to write more of Jazz's exploits soon. Let
me know if you're enjoying this series, if you have any ideas for
Jazz's further adventures, whatever.

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