Fuckstick

Fuckstick used to be a sweet little teenage girl named Emily Patterson. About 5’7, she had long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She, like many of my other pieces of human property, were unfortunate enough to be caught in my clutches and brought down to my underground dungeon of horrors.

I caught Emily swimming at a lake a couple miles outside of my property. I’ve done my best cunt hunting at lakes. It’s where I caught Lacey (age 32 now, but a pretty high schooler when she came down to my underground sex lair 15 years ago) and Brianna (age 20, currently in my dungeon’s infirmary after a particularly brutal tit torture session I gave her last week). 

Fuckstick got her namesake for being such a starved, stick-looking little skinny bitch. Of course, she wasn’t always this way. When I first caught her she had a bit of extra fat. Her body was still fit, just a bit of extra fat on her thighs, ass, and stomach. A normal observer would never actually call her fat – slim thick would probably be more appropriate - but I liked to call her names like “lardo”, “pig”, and “fatass” to further debase and humiliate her. To that end, a few weeks in, I actually renamed her “Fuckpig,” to remind her of her overweight state. She spent a lot of time on the treadmill while I whipped her fat jiggly behind. When she inevitably got too exhausted, she would fly off, and I would buttfuck my bruised, panting pig right there on the floor, filling her with my semen before stuffing her fat ass back in her small cage.

Her Fuckpig era was quite fun, and I really liked to play it up. I would hogtie her, stick an apple in her mouth, and then burn her feet, nipples, and cunt with little hot poking rods. She would spend her days on her hands and knees, piggy-tail butt-plug shoved up her ass, and bright pink pig ears and pig nose on. She would act as my footstool and occasional punching bag, while only being allowed to oink as the cane fell over and over again on her plump behind.

Her weight transformation was a bit out of the ordinary. Instead of a constant diet and regular weight loss – she lost weight through not getting a single bit of food on certain days. Those days, called “bad girl days,” occurred when Fuckpig did something to displease me, or when I simply felt like she needed to feel worse about herself for being a fat cow. I remember one week-long stretch, she didn’t get any food. This was getting near the end of her transformation into her current Fuckstick self, so she didn’t have much fat to burn off. She begged day in and day out, knowing that any words except an oink would earn her whippings. Eventually, when she passed out randomly during one of her daily anal rapings, I decided enough was enough. 

That night, we had a whole fun "transformation" ceremony where I removed her piggy appendages, and gave her a new thin collar with the name “Fuckstick” written on it in a metal heart tag. 

I gave her a loving kiss and let her know that from now on, she could scream and cry and beg like a human to her heart’s content. I also made sure to let her know how disgusting she looked so emaciated and skinny. As I ran a finger across her jutting ribs, I mockingly let the cunt know that she should “really put some meat on those bones.” The dumb bitch let out a sob, realizing that my debasement of her appearance was simply a game, and that I would never stop humiliating her no matter what shape she was in.

Fuckstick was constantly hungry. I barely fed the cunt, and made sure she knew each morsel of food needed to be earned through the volume of cum I deposited into her various holes. At the end of a fuck session, Fuckstick would scoop the cum out of her pussy or ass and place it into a jar. The line that the sperm-filled cup got to at the end of 2 weeks dictated how much food she would get. The past 2 weeks, she’d been sucking quite a bit of my cock, so her jar was looking low. No worries, I’m sure the protein content of my semen would more than make up for the lack of real food she would be getting. Additionally, I always kindly allow Fuckstick to consume the contents of the jar after I finished measuring, so that would help fill her up as well.

Unlike many of the other slaves in my harem, Fuckstick was kept humiliatingly in a small metal cage. Additionally, all the other slaves were ordered to spit on her and call her names related to her weight whenever they saw her. I liked having her at the bottom of the totem pole. It gave the other slaves somewhat of a self-esteem boost, and served to further make life worse for the miserable Emily Patterson.

Anyway, enough about the past. Today, Fuckstick had a date with the bullwhip, and potentially the cattle prod (if the whip can't produce the decibel of scream I typically desire). Afterall, Fuckstick has to be punished for the meager amount of cum currently filling up her jar; and of course, for her thin, stick-like disgusting appearance.