Sandy knew that they were destroying things from her old life to make it easier for them to turn her into a mindless slave without a memory or past, but she couldn't stop what they were doing from working.
They fucked her constantly through the bars of the cage. By the end of the three days Sandy had been fucked dozens of times, in both her cunt and asshole. Even Bridget had fucked her, using a variety of strap-on dildos. They used her mouth, too, though none of the men would cum in her mouth and give her something to drink. By the third day her mouth was so cracked and dry that the men gave up on blow-jobs entirely.
By the fourth morning Sandy was broken. Arnie looked out at her from the doorway of her bedroom and smiled proudly at what a good job they had done of enslaving the proud blonde.
Sandy was a slave now, and a slave was what she was going to be for the rest of her life. Three days of torture in the cage had broken her to her new life in bondage. Arnie figured she was just about ready for the second part of her training.
"Good morning, slut," he said, walking into the living room. He was dressed, but his hard cock was sticking out through his open zipper. "Hey, tramp, I didn't hear you say good morning!"
"Good morning, sir!" Sandy croaked, her voice a dry whisper.
"Please can I drink today?"
Sandy's lips were dry and cracked and swollen. Her tongue was swollen too. Three days without food and water had robbed Sandy's body of what little fat it had possessed. Even on her hands and knees, her silky stomach was a tight hollow.
Arnie thought she looked sexier than ever. Her tits even looked bigger now that she was so thin.
"You lazy slut," Arnie said evenly, walking around to the back of the cage. He unlocked the door and swung it wide open. "Complaining after three days of not having to move a fucking muscle. Get your lazy ass out of this thing! You've got some fucking work to do to make up for all your fucking lying around!" Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sometime the day before she had given up hope of ever leaving the cage.
She had figured they would leave her in there until she died from thirst or hunger, then throw her out like some worthless bag of garbage. Her heart pounded with excitement at the idea of being freed from the cage. "Move it, you skinny bitch!" Arnie shouted, pinching her ass so hard that Sandy moaned with pain. "You keep me waiting, whore, and you're going to be the sorriest little tramp that ever lived! You hear me, slave?"
"The whore hears you, sir," Sandy said. The past three days had taught her to answer when one of her masters spoke to her. "The slave's sorry. She won't keep you waiting, sir."
Sandy cried. Three days with her body doubled over inside the tiny cage had robbed her of strength and put her arms and legs so deeply to sleep that she couldn't move them. Her muscles were drawn into tight, knotted bunches, cramped so hard that they wouldn't move.
Sandy tried to slide her legs back out from under her, but the pain that shot through her was worse than any of the tortures her master had given her. "Please!" she screamed, her voice still little more than a whisper through her dry throat. "Please! Please!"
Sandy wasn't sure who she was begging to or what she was begging for. The pain that was shooting up her long, lean legs and through her bowed back was so debilitating that her already confused mind blanked altogether. Animal instinct was what drove her to push her legs out from beneath her. "Faster, slave-slut!" Arnie yelled, grabbing a pin from the dinner cart and jabbing Sandy in the ass. The muscles in her ass were drawn so taut that it was hard to stick the pin into her.
"You worthless, lazy whore! If you want to stay in the fucking cage that bad I can always lock you back up!" Sandy whined like an animal, pushing her legs out through the cage's open door. Muscles and tendons unfolded for the first time in three days, and free circulation returned where it had been denied through all her time in the cage.
Sandy screamed and tumbled from the cage. She hit the floor, writhing in agony. Her muscles twitched and spasmed, pulling her this way and that. Her skin burned with sheets of fire as her circulation returned.
Cramps seized her legs and arms and stomach. She tried to straighten her neck and screamed again as pain speared its way up through her head and down through her spine.
Rocky and Chuck came out of the bedroom. They both stopped and smiled when they saw what was happening. They had seen this before, with other women who had spent time in the cage. They had never stuffed a bitch as tall as Sandy inside though, and the longest they had ever left a slave inside before had been two days. They were more than a little interested to see how the tall blonde had held up.
"Bridget's going to be pissed she missed this," Rocky said, puling his already-hard cock out of his pants.
"Fuck her," Arnie said mildly. "She knew the slut had to come out today. She should have hung around. Besides, we aren't the ones she's going to take it out on."
"That's right," Chuck said eagerly. "And we're going to be gone later getting the party together."
Sandy listened to what the three men were saying, but their words had no meaning. The only thing that meant anything to her now was the pain that was ripping through every inch of her body.
She squirmed on the floor like a dying, sexy snake, her lean body writhing and jerking.
"Do you want a drink, slave-slut?" Arnie asked, kicking Sandy in her tits to get her attention.
Sandy's eyes snapped open. Even through the agony that flowered through every inch of her body she could hear the mention of something to drink. She licked her lips in a futile attempt to moisten them and stared pleadingly up at her three masters.
"You're a dancer, slave," Arnie said, kicking Sandy in the stomach this time.
"Do the splits for us and you can have something to drink." Sandy whimpered with pain, but she tried to do as Arnie told her. She rolled onto her stomach, moaning hoarsely with agony as the muscles in her sides and tensed and flexed uncontrollably. The men gathered close around her to watch the muscles in her taut ass and velvety thighs spasm.
The first time Sandy tried to spread her legs she couldn't move them at all. Her stomach muscles tightened so much in response to her trying that she screamed in sudden agony and couldn't draw a breath. The muscles along her creamy flanks tensed and relaxed in rhythm, making her jerk and twitch in terrible pain. "Shit, Sandy-slut ain't even thirsty," Chuck said with a shrug. "Too bad, too. I've got to take a wicked piss. Now I guess I'll have to flush it down the toilet."
"No!" Sandy gasped, licking her lips at the thought of a mouthful of steaming hot piss. "Please gave me another chance! I'm trying! The slave's really trying!"
Sandy braced herself for agony and tried to spread her legs once more. Normally she could have bounced into the splits without the slightest efforts. Now the task seemed almost impossible. She tried to focus her dancing skills onto the effort, pointing her toes and staring her movement with her calves instead of letting her thigh muscles do all the work.
Sandy spread her palms on the floor and slowly, painfully levered her legs apart. The pain was awful. But before Sandy had spread her legs more than a few inches apart she was shivering with weakness and agony. The muscles in her long, slender legs knotted with strain and fatigue. Sandy banged her head on the floor, trying to drive away the pain in her legs by focusing on other agonies. The last few inches were the hardest. Dehydrated as she was, sweat glistened on her bronzed body as she scissored her legs out to her sides. Pain shot through her swollen, over-worked pussy. Pain tore through the swollen, abused channel of her asshole.
Agony worked through the muscles of her sides and back and stomach. Her legs felt as though they were on fire, and the muscles were tensed so powerfully that they stood out against her silky tanned skin like cords of metal.