Making Of A Whore Part 1: Waking Up

I woke up to a body full of pain. A tube ran down my throat and pins threw each knee and attached to medal rods running on each side of them. My left hand was in a cast, my jaw wired shut, and my chest ached like never before.

A nurse came into the room and saw I was awake. “Don’t move, I will get the doctor. You were in a bad accident.” Was all she said before rushing out of the room. A few minutes later the doctor came in.

“Hello. How are you feeling?”

“I hurt all over,” I replied threw my teeth, as a tear ran slowly down my cheek.

“What do you remember?”

I thought about it and could not remember anything then quietly said, “Nothing.”

“What is your name?” the doctor pushed.

“Martin.”

“Yes, but what is your first name?” I stopped and thought about it. Martin was my first name.

“Martin,” I told him again.

“Martin is your master’s name, but what does he call you?”

Master? I thought to myself. What master?

“Your name is Tanya and you are master Martin’s whore, remember?”

I thought about what he said but it made no sense to me. My name is Martin and I am an accountant, but everything was so foggy.

“I will get another doctor to talk with you.” The doctor said, patting my leg lightly then lifting up my hospital gown and looking under it. “Everything looks good under here. Your master will be pleased.”

The next few hours I do not remember at all but when I came to the tube was out of me and the metal bars that kept my legs straight were gone. The next doctor came in and I knew he was a shrink as he sat on a chair facing me.

“What is your name?” he asked again. And again I answered Martin.

“After such a traumatic accident you have severe amnesia. I understand why you think your name is Martin. It is after all your masters name. Your first name is Tanya, and you have been bred to be a whore for your master, and up until now your master said you were the best whore he had.” The doctor stopped and could see the puzzled look on my face. “What’s wrong, Tanya?”

“I am a guy.” I said through my wired jaw. The doctor stood up and moved close to me.

“But you have a woman’s body, Tanya,” he said, pulling the covers away to expose my naked body. “How do you explain these breasts or your vagina? And how do you explain that you have no hair on your body but the hair on your head? And if I could show you, how would you explain the tattoo on your butt cheeks that says master’s whore?” I looked down at my breasts and my hairless cunt. “You have very bad amnesia and you have taken the characteristics of your master, but Tanya you are a whore and you have to go on being a whore.” The doctor put his finger into my cunt then pulled it out wet. “See? You are all ready to fuck now. I think you are playing a game Tanya, but this will end now as your master has paid well to nurse you back to health. Not many masters will do that. In a week we will remove your wire from your jaw and you will go back and serve you master like all good whores do, understand?” he said wiping his finger on my thigh. I watched as he talked with a man outside of my room. The man came into my room and closed the door behind him.

“I thought I was going to lose my best whore,” he said gently, pulling my hair back and kissing my forehead. “The doctor says you’re ready to be fucked but your mouth will remain closed for another week,” he said, removing his shirt. “You were sucking my cock under the table like you always do when the car came crashing through the window of the restaurant. Luckily I managed to get out of the way but you were under the table and the car hit you so hard I thought that was it for you.”

He continued to talk and remove his clothing. Soon he was standing naked beside my bed. He got up onto the bed and it was only now I realized my wrists were tied against the rails of the bed. He pulled my legs apart and sat between them.

“I always said a good whore will fuck you anywhere any time,” he said, then pushed his hard cock into my cunt. It hurt a little at first then I began to feel my own glands begin to lubricate as he continued to fuck me. My hips thrust upwards by themselves making him moan then tell me I’m a good whore. A few more hard thrusts by master and he finished, taking out his spent cock and wiping it on my thigh before getting dressed.

The next day a male nurse came in and put a collar around my neck telling me master ordered it. I was then taken to physiotherapy naked to learn how to walk. I stood up and was able to walk with little problem until they told me to wear stilettos. These five inch heels were hard to walk in but by the end of the day I wasn’t doing too badly.

Everywhere I went in the hospital I was to be naked. Some men would smack my ass while others would look and comment on what a good looking cunt I am. From now on I had to wear stilettos everywhere I went, and I quickly became accustomed to them. The next day, due to my amnesia, I had to be trained to sit like a lady and then a whore. The lady part was not as easy as I thought; I had to cross my legs but the hip surgery made it difficult to sit properly. The whore seat was easier. I sat on the floor, legs to my side folded back, my pussy on the floor for show, and my hands together in front of me.

Yet another day passed and I was to learn to take a dildo down my throat without gagging; by the end of the day I became proficient at it. The hardest thing to relearn was taking a large dildo up my ass. This was due to not having my ass used for some time but slowly over a three day period I learned to take it like a good whore would.

Finally the wire came off of my mouth and I was able to eat solid food once again. The first thing I found out was that everything I was to eat had master’s seed on it. His cum was put on everything, in order for me to acquire his taste once again.

The day before I was to go home the doctor came back in to examine me once again. He had me raise my hands in the air as he fondled my nipples. They became erect and stuck out a good half inch. He then stuck two large dildos into me, one in my cunt and the other in my ass, then placed a vibrator on my clit making me cum almost immediately. He violently moved the dildo in my cunt around as if trying to stretch it before removing it. Happy with what he found he left and sent in the beauty salon man. He was gay, you could tell as he painted my nails and put on a belly button chain that had a charm that read “fuck me, I’m a whore.” I went to sleep thinking about what was to come the next day.

When I awoke the gay guy was standing over me next to my bed. It was time he did my hair. After that he attached nipple clamps that attached to my collar and then he had a butt plug put into me and pumped it up so it could not come out. He showed me a remote and pushed the button and a shock went through me dropping me to my knees. “That’s on low, whore.” He said before leaving the room. Next came in a woman who also had a collar on; she gave me clothing to dress in. My bra was a red shelf bra that made my breasts stick further out, therefore making my nipples stick further out as well. Then came the top, a light green silky blouse that stimulated my nipples with every movement I made. At one time I thought I might orgasm but didn’t.

For panties I got a lacy thong that matched my red bra. It was a bit tight but other than that it was fine. I got red fish net stockings that clipped to the thong and a thin black skirt. My red painted nails went well with my outfit. The gay guy returned and did my make up making me look really hot. I put on my red stilettos and was walked out to the ground floor of the hospital where master was waiting. He walked up to me.

“There’s my whore,” he said. Instead of a hug he gave my one nipple a squeeze and placed his other hand on my thigh just under my skirt. I had to let out a moan as he squeezed my nipple as I got wet from it.

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