Headmistress' Favorite Sport

Chapter 8

For Denise her life as a fully trained slave began with a stay at Mistress Rachel's house before joining the twins' household. Since it was their idea to turn her into the sissy she now was, it was agreed that she would be their slave. But as the twins were moving out of Mistress Rachel's house and into their own as Denise returned, she would have to stay with Mistress Rachel until they had settled in.

The twins had just finished high school and were about to start college and they had just gotten a place of their own. Or perhaps calling it their own was a bit much although they would soon have the paperwork to prove it. While Denise had been perfecting her skills a slave, the twins had been perfecting their skills as mistresses. Because Rachel could afford it the twins went to a rather posh high school were most of the kids were quite rich. One of these rich kids was Miranda Richardson, although everyone called her Mandy. Mandy was a real beauty: tall, blonde with blue eyes and a killer body. She was also a lesbian. Now this should not have been a problem for her, but it was. Her father was dead, but her mother ruled the house with an iron fist and she would not tolerate any other future than the one she had in mind. The future she had in mind for Mandy was finding a husband, producing some kids and living out life as a mom in the rich suburbs. No matter how Mandy tried to suggest that she didn't really want this she failed. Her mother would brook no argument on the matter. As a consequence Mandy went through life timidly, afraid to make any female friends because she might fall for them and unwilling to make male friends because she loathed the idea of having sex with one. She was very alone and shunned others. But she couldn't hide either, since her mother insisted on her participating in various activities at school and she had forced Mandy to become a cheerleader. Her mother also insisted on Mandy looking her best all the time, so Mandy went through school with perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect make-up and of course a perfect body. She was miserable.

For the twins she was just a gorgeous piece of ass they had to have. With their usual persistence they finally managed to corner her in the locker rooms after cheerleader practice.

It was late and the school practically deserted. They made sure that they would not be disturbed, by posting a guard at the door. Helen Robinson stood guard outside while the twins set about seducing Mandy. Helen's whole life now revolved around the twins and there seemed to be no depth she was unwilling to go to for them. She now lived in Mistress Rachel's basement, giving her entire salary to the twins just as she had given them her pension. They controlled her entire life and when during the weekend when she wasn't at work, the twins usually used her as a toilet.

Inside the locker room Mandy was just about to get out of the shower when the twins entered. Mandy had noticed the twin eyeing her and she had had to work hard to control her own fantasies about them. Now they stood in the shower, barefooted and only wearing little summer dresses as Mandy herself tried to cover her gorgeous body in a bath towel. Jocelyn asked her: "Well Mandy. I think we all need a shower after such a warm day, don't you?" Mandy stammered as she saw Jocelyn beginning to undress: "I, I, I have already showered." Joanna took over: "Tish-tosh. You can never get clean enough. We think that you should take a shower with us. It might loosen you up a little." Both twins giggled as they dropped their clothes. Mandy stammered a few more protests before she gave up and joined the twins under the shower. At first it was actually almost innocent. The twins stood on either side and threw water at each other and Mandy, but pretty soon the twins stood so close that Mandy could feel their breath on her skin in spite of the water. Then to her surprise they leaned towards each other and kissed right in front of Mandy's face. When they finished kissing they turned towards Mandy with eyes burning with desire. Mandy had been completely transfixed by their kissing. It was like something out of her fantasies. That the twin now began kissing and caressing her was also part of her fantasies.

Mandy had had a female lover before, but it had been a short relationship that broke apart because of Mandy's refusal to come out in the open. It had been a year ago and ever since then Mandy had tried to muster courage enough to confront her mother or at least start a relationship, which was not dominated by her fear of exposure. But now the twins were starting something, which Mandy neither could nor would stop.

At first the twins were only interested in straight sex with Mandy and their relationship became a series of clandestine meetings, which all ended in steamy sex. The twins did not enslave everyone they met and enjoyed the odd bit of "straight tail" as they dubbed it. It was actually Mandy herself who introduced the bondage aspect in their relationship. They were in her bedroom chatting a little before the serious business of fucking began. This had become their habit and both twins actually liked Mandy a great deal. She was a sweet girl, if very repressed. She was visibly nervous and they figured she had something on her mind. Finally she mustered the courage to ask: "I..I.. I was wondering if you had any experience in..in tying up someone and then having sex with them?" Her face turned completely red and she looked down as she waited for the answer. Joanna and Jocelyn exchanged a look. This was promising. Joanna started cautiously: "If you mean bondage, we might know a little." Mandy looked expectantly at the twins as Jocelyn spoke: "It so happens that Joanna and I have tried a little bondage and even a little S&M. Why?" Again Mandy had to muster the courage, but finally she removed a pair of cheap handcuffs from a gym bag at the foot of the bed and said in the tiniest of voices: "I was wondering if we could try? I mean you tying me up?" She looked up hopefully at the twins who both grinned broadly. "Oh, I think we can work something out," said Joanna, "But throw that cheap shit away." "There are better things to tie you up with right here in the bedroom." Jocelyn finished. Mandy looked completely surprised that the twins should be so knowledgeable, but her surprise didn't stop them from quickly tying her spread eagle on her own bed. They had used nylon stockings they found in her drawers. Then they began teasing her naked and defenseless body, bring her close to cuming only to pull away at the last second. The denial drove Mandy wild and she gladly ate both their pussies as they took turns sitting on her face. They stuffed a pair of her own used panties into her mouth and tied them in place using yet another nylon stocking and to top it off they pulled nylon stockings down over her head, three layers in all. This restricted her vision somewhat and made her breathing a bit labored. Both things turned out to turn Mandy on in a big way. The twins then brought her to a series of massive orgasms before continuing with the light torture. Each of the twins found a belt and began using them too whip Mandy slightly, first her thighs and then her tits. They alternated the whipping and caressing before bringing her to a final series of thundering orgasms. Mandy had aftershocks for several minutes as the twins lay against her on either side, gently caressing her breasts. Mandy had loved every second of and she felt a deep affection for the twins. She was definitely falling in love with them.

After they released her, they snuggled up in bed on either side of her. Occasionally one of them would slip a couple of fingers into Mandy's pussy and make her cum and occasionally they would make love lying on top of her. She tried to move away but the twins wanted her there and held her there. Mandy knew that siblings shouldn't have sex with each other, but she found the twins' lovemaking enormously sexy.

Their lust temporarily sated as the time of Mandy's mothers return and their departure approached, they talked as they dressed. Mandy stammered that she would like for them to do more things like this to her and that she didn't mind if they were much harsher. Joanna asked her if what she was talking about was sexual slavery? Mandy timidly said that it might be. Jocelyn said that they both liked her very much and that they would only make her their slave if she really wanted it, but she should know that slavery would involve intense pain, constant humiliation, forced chastity and complete loss of control over her own life. Mandy shivered at this. The thought of being kept as a slave by these two turned her on more than she would admit. For Mandy slavery had the attraction of not having to make decisions for herself. She had wanted to stand up to her mother all her life, but was too weak to do so. If someone else controlled her life she wouldn't have to make that kind of decisions. Joanna and Jocelyn kissed Mandy and said that next time they came around, they would give her a preview of what slavery would be like. It was perhaps best if they could do it over a weekend to make it as realistic as possible.

A few weeks later the opportunity arose as Mandy's mother went away for the weekend. After school Mandy went home to await the arrival of the twins. She sat on the couch in the living room, dressed in her designer jeans, designer sneakers and designer sweater nervously looking at the front door. When at last the doorbell rang, she jumped up and ran to the door. As she opened it she saw the twins as she had never seen them before. Both wore black leather coats going all the way down to their ankles and on their feet were black, knee-high, high-heeled boots with seven-inch stilettos. The leather of the boots was shiny and clung tightly to their legs without a hint of laces or zipper. Underneath their coat they wore black, leather mini skirts and black, leather tops accentuating their perfect, little breasts. Their black hair was pulled back into tight ponytails and they wore dark make-up making them look even more menacing. They wore black, leather gloves and each carried a large black duffel bag. Mandy was speechless. This was far more sexy and serious than she had expected, but she got no more time to think about it. Joanna stepped forward and slapped Mandy so hard that she fell: "Is this how you greet your Mistresses? Useless slut! Greet us properly." Jocelyn added her part: "And why the hell are you dressed as a normal person? A whore should be dressed as one or at the very least be naked!" Mandy fumbled and stammered as she tried to figure out what the correct way of greeting them was while undressing at the same time. The twins "helped" her by brandishing riding crops and beginning to whip her. When she had her jeans around her ankles and had removed her sweater and T-shirt, her upper body only clad in her bra, they ordered her to crawl into the living room on all fours. Along the way they continued whipping her. It was terribly confusing, very humiliating and painful as well. It made Mandy wet. As they instructed her in how to worship their feet, they noticed that her nipples were fully erect and her breathing had become ragged. Just to test how excited the bitch was, Jocelyn rammed the handle of her whip up Mandy's pussy. Mandy moaned with desire and the handle of the whip was dripping with her juices. The twins smiled at each other. Mandy really was a natural. If this really was what she wanted, she had the potential for becoming their slave for a very long time. Both Joanna and Jocelyn found Mandy very sweet; not a person to enslave against her will, but if she would submit willingly she had fantastic potential. They would soon find out.

More whipping of Mandy's bare ass only increased her excitement, so the twins moved on. They made her crawl to the upstairs bathroom, her jeans still around her ankles, and there they cuffed her hands together and secured them above her head in the shower stall. Informing her that slaves should be really naked, they shaved her pussy. Mandy offered feeble protests, but Jocelyn slapped her face until she shut up, her eyes overflowing with tears while at the same time burning with lust. She almost came when Joanna ran the razor over her skin the first time and when Joanna cupped her naked sex after the shave, not even rubbing against her skin, Mandy did cum. The twin decided to turn it up a notch and gave Mandy a series of brutal enemas, which made her plead for mercy and cry. After the enemas they washed her thoroughly, using only cold water and dragging it out. When they released her shivering form she crawled to their feet and thanked them, licking the soles of their shoes with fervor as she asked them for more.

The twins did indeed give her more. Securing her hands above her head they dressed her in her first slave outfit: A wide, black leather collar, a brutally restrictive, black leather corset and a pair of black, stilettos with six-inch heels and locking ankle straps. Her arms were put into a black leather armbinder; its straps criss-crossing her chest. Mandy moaned with passion as she was pushed to her knees and forced to service the twins orally. Jocelyn secured a chain to the tip of Mandy's armbinder and looped the other end of the chain round a beam in the ceiling. As she pulled the chain Mandy was forced to bend over at the waist as her arms were pulled up. The twins then donned huge, black strap-ons. Jocelyn fucked Mandy's face, repeatedly making her deep throat the strap-on for so long that she almost panicked because of the lack of air. While Jocelyn fucked Mandy's ass, Joanna popped her anal cherry. Mandy had never had something shoved up her ass, but seeing how much of a masochistic slut she was, Joanna saw no reason to play it nice. She simply lubed up her strap-on and Mandy's ass before beginning to pound it with long, hard strokes. If Mandy had been able to scream she would have, but her throat was stuffed with Jocelyn's strap-on, preventing her from making any sound. As it was the pain only made her even more wet.

Nothing the twins did to Mandy failed to turn her on. Not even when they shit on the floor and made her eat it, did she object. Rather she wallowed in her subjugation and by Sunday afternoon the twins knew that Mandy would be a slave for the rest of her life. It was only a matter of whose slave she would be, and since they liked her a lot, she might as well belong to them. For Mandy the matter was clear. From the moment she had first laid eyes on the two dominatrixes, she had known that she was a slave. Every single physical punishment and humiliation that followed only reinforced her knowledge that she was born to be a slave. And she longed to be enslaved by the twins. She found the shit she had to eat utterly disgusting, but savored every bite as a means of showing what a lowly slut she was and just how far she would go to please them.

When they were done with her for the weekend, they untied her and washed her before tucking her into bed. Sitting on either side of her, trapping her arms beneath the blanket they gently caressed her face before Jocelyn spoke to her: "You belong to us now, you worthless slave-slut and from now on and for the rest of your life you will not make an independent decision." Mandy cried with relief and gratitude as Jocelyn announced this. "You will finish high-school before giving up your life completely," Joanna said and then addressed Mandy's greatest fear: "And don't worry about your mother. We'll take care of her." With that the twins accepted Mandy's thanks and left her to rest.

Mandy's mother was a bit puzzled that her daughter had gone to bed several hours early, but didn't think too much about it.

In the weeks that followed Mandy's life quietly became more and more controlled by the twins until she made no decisions for herself. The twins supplied her with a cream, which removed all of her body hair. They made sure that she never wore bras again and that a butt plug was always lodged in her ass, just as a couple of Ben-wa balls were always in her pussy. The stimulation Mandy sure that Mandy was incredibly horny all the time, but the twins also decreed that she could only cum when they permitted her to do so. They furthermore ordered her to masturbate at least three times while at school and at least four times while at home, without cuming of course. To make sure that their orders were obeyed, they gave Mandy a special watch. In the watch were pulse- and blood pressure monitors and a small computer. The twins had recorded the way in which Mandy's pulse and blood pressure behaved when she came, and the computer was set to recognize this pattern. If the computer recognized the pattern it sent an SMS to the twins cell phone alerting them of Mandy's breach of orders and swift and brutal punishment would follow.

Mandy was kept on the edge for weeks and months without being allowed to cum. Constantly aroused her nipples now seemed to be erect all the time and she had to dry the insides of her thighs for juices several times a day. Had the twins not bossed her around, making her do her homework and behave like nothing had happened, she would have been unable to do anything but think about sex. Every time she saw the twins she would beg and plead to allowed to cum and every time the twins' reply would be "no" followed by some new punishment or humiliation.

When the twins had removed the last remnant of independence from Mandy, they decided it was time to deal with her mother.

Mandy's mother, Angela, had felt no desire to remarry after her husband's death. This was in spite of the fact that she was both physically and economically desirable. She simply preferred being the boss. Controlling Mandy was simple; the girl was sweet and Angela loved her daughter, but she had no taste, no flair and of course no spine. She had to be guided, as Angela liked to call her iron-fisted control of Mandy.

So Angela was a not only surprised, but extremely dismayed by the sight that met her one Friday afternoon when she came back from a shopping trip to town. In her living room were two girls, whom she only after a couple of seconds recognized as the twins from Mandy's class. They looked very different now than they had in school. Both wore full body rubber suits; Jocelyn's red and Joanna's white. They wore knee-high, black, lace-up stiletto boots with six-inch heels and both wore black rubber gloves. Both sported a gigantic, black strap-on and both brandished riding crops. Mandy was the object of their attention. She was kneeling, her upper body bent over and tied to a low table. She wore only a pair of black, high-heeled shoes with locking ankle straps, a black corset and a black collar. From her ass protruded a very large dildo and the twins stood on either side of her whipping her ass, which was already a deep red color. Tears ran down her face as she cried out with each blow, but neither her facial expression nor the timbre of her voice betrayed pain. Rather she looked and sounded like she loved it. As the twins saw Angela they stopped their whipping and turned their attention to her. Mandy let out a sigh of disappointment as the whips left her bruised ass. Angela was too shocked to speak as the twin approached her, their strap-ons pointing aggressively at her. "Hello Angela, you dumb bitch." Joanna started. "We've been expecting you. Things are about to change around here." Jocelyn finished. With that they pounced on her. They were much too strong and much too fast for the shocked Angela and soon her hands were cuffed behind her back and a massive ball-gag kept her quiet. The twins cut away her clothes before leaving her on the floor as they moved towards Mandy. "Before we deal with you, we're going to show you what Mandy is really like." Jocelyn smirked. "You are going to do the same thing, whether you like it or not." Joanna added. Then they freed Mandy and told her that they needed to take a dump. Mandy obediently crawled over to Jocelyn's ass and Jocelyn squatted a little before dumping her load in Mandy's mouth. To Angela's horror and disgust her daughter ate the shit and went on to lick Jocelyn's ass clean before drinking her piss. After that she did the same thing for Joanna. Her task finished, she lowered her head to her mistresses' feet and thanked them. Joanna patted her on the head and told her to sit in the corner and play with herself until told otherwise, but that she was forbidden to cum. Mandy crawled to the corner, assumed a strained sitting position (the dildo in her ass made sitting normally impossible) and began to masturbate. Angela was absolutely horrified. These monsters had turned her daughter into a masochistic freak! And now they were coming for her. They were indeed coming for her. Over the next days they tortured her ruthlessly and subjected her to more pain than she had imagined existed. At the same time she was constantly and mercilessly humiliated. As Monday came and Mandy went to school, Angela lay tied up in her own bed. The twins tied her up in a straightjacket made of thick, black rubber. In her mouth was a huge black ball-gag and her head was encased in a thick, black rubber hood. Her ears were plugged so she couldn't hear a thing. On her feet were a pair of stiletto boots; ankle high with seven-inch heels and her legs were tied together with a tight, black rubber sheath. She was strapped to the bed itself and was unable to move, except to toss her head. In her ass and pussy were monster dildos and the twins had turned them on just before leaving her. Unlike Mandy, Angela was not a submissive and she had hated everything the twins had done to her. She was close to breaking and submitting to them out of sheer terror of the punishments they would otherwise inflict on her, but she wasn't quite there yet. But the dildos proved to be a devilish assault on her defenses. She was cut off from the rest of the world and the dildos were the only sensation in her rubber prison. Slowly her resistance faltered and she began to enjoy it, much against her will. When Mandy and the twin came to release her in the evening, she was screaming her orgasms against her gag, her whole body one mass of orgasmic slave flesh.

The twins teased her relentlessly with what a slut she had proven to be as they continued their efforts to break her completely. They introduced her to the slave suit she would wear for the rest of her life. All her hair, including the hair on her head and her eyebrows were permanently removed. Then they put her in a black, rubber suit, which covered her whole body. Her waist was constricted by a brutal, black corset, as was her neck. Her hands were put into to stiff, cone-like mittens preventing her from picking anything up using only one hand. On her head was a thick, black rubber hood with a pair of special openings for her to see through. The eyepieces were metal tubes, about an inch long, with dark glass at the ends. They made her vision dark and tunnel-like. In her mouth and throat was a very long penis gag with a small hole through the center. The gag went all the way down her throat preventing her from making any sound and the hole was needed for Angela to breathe. On her feet were ballet-toed boots, without heels. In her ass was a huge butt plug held in place by a strap going through her crotch. This strap was secured to a belt around her waist and acted like a chastity belt also, since it prevented her, or anyone else, from touching her pussy. Her wrists were connected by an eight-inch chain, as were her ankles. The chain between her ankles was also connected to her chastity belt and the connecting chain was so short that she had to remain kneeling. For the rest of her life Angela crawled around scrubbing floor by hand, licking toilet bowls clean and, most importantly, acting as a toilet. Her daughter was ordered never to shit anywhere else but in her mother's mouth. Angela hated every second of it, but the twins had broken her after only two weeks of pain and humiliation.

The final straw came one Saturday afternoon, when they left her alone in the hall to clean the floor. They had left the door open so that she could escape if she really wanted to. And she did want to. Since she was unable to get free from the slave suit, she crawled out the door and down the street. The house was huge and sat at the end of a small, secluded road. It had an enormous garden surrounded by high walls and the closest neighbor was more than half a mile away. It was a scorching hot day and Angela sweated like a pig in her restrictive rubber suit. Her restricted vision made finding her way extremely difficult and crawling on her hands and knees it took her almost an hour to crawl to the doorstep of her neighbor, Diane Sampson. Diane had been Angela's friend since Angela and Mandy had moved into the neighborhood. When Diane opened the door and saw the bound figure on her doorstep she looked shocked. She had responded to a knocking sound. Since Angela couldn't stand up she had knocked the door using her head. "Dear me." Diane exclaimed: "Who are you and why are you tied up like that?" Angela couldn't even mewl because of the penis gag in her throat, but she tried to communicate as she shook her head. Diane saw her gag and to Angela's great relief she removed it. Angela immediately spoke: "Diane, you have to help me. They are holding Mandy and me captive. They are doing unspeakable things to us. Please." Diane looked very concerned as she recognized the voice: "Dear God, is that you Angela?" she asked. "Yes Diane, you have to help us." Diane nodded: "Of course dear. Crawl in, so they can't see that you are here and I'll see what I can do." Angela thought that this was a strange non-committal answer, but obliged and crawled inside as Diane closed the door behind her. Instead of trying to free her Diane went to the phone immediately as Angela begged to be released: "Please Diane. Can't you free me from this suit?" Diane looked impatient as she dialed while she answered her: "In a moment dear, in a moment." She finished dialing and after a few seconds someone obviously replied as Diane spoke into the phone: "Hello dear. It's Diane. I'm afraid that the snooty little bitch has run away and is here now." Angela was shocked speechless at these words and it only became worse: "What Joanna? You let her escape so that I could have some fun with her? How delightful! Is it all right if I keep her for a few hours before returning her? Excellent! Thank you very much. It's so sweet of you. Bye now. See you later." Then she hung up and turned to Angela, who had begun crying. In a voice that was all sweetness and light Diane said: "Yes, you stupid cunt, I'm in on it too. I've wanted to see you reduced to your current state in quite a while. Those twins are really a very sweet pair. So good of them to lend you out for a few hours. Come along now bitch. Time to earn your keep." She fixed a leash to Angela's collar and dragged the sobbing slave into her living room.

When the twins had decided that they would take care of Mandy's mom, they had also decided that her house would be a perfect place to settle. It fulfilled all the requirements of a slave training facility, such as the one they planned on having: it was outside town, secluded and private, the nearest neighbor far away. But still it was best if the neighbors were in on it, so they began checking them out. Or rather they began checking her out, because apart from Diane the nearest neighbor was over two miles away. Aunt Rachel helped them and she instantly recognized the name. Diane Sampson had been a professional dominatrix for years before retiring and Rachel knew her quite well. So they all went to see her and explained to her what they planned. Diane was delighted. She only pretended to like the intolerably snobbish Angela because the outwards appearance of friendship would keep her prying eyes away. And Diane did have something to hide.

About a year before Angela moved in next-door Diane had married. She had been in her late fifties and he had been in his very early twenties. Diane was obviously rich and the guy had been a gold-digger, pure and simple. However, the poor guy had gotten much more than he bargained for and now he lived as a slave in Diane's basement whenever she had company. When there was no one around he acted as Diane's maid. She had enslaved him in the most brutal manner possible, using no special techniques to make him enjoy his position, but rather using brute force and raw pain to break him. Once he was broken she had surgery performed on him to make his face feminine, remove his Adam's apple, change his voice and make his hands and feet smaller. She made him ultra feminine, except for one thing: He got no breasts. His hips were full and wide and he had an inviting ass, but his chest was completely flat. She shipped him off to friends where he was gang-raped for days on end, used as a toilet and tortured until his voice broke. When his training was finished he was completely obedient and had even forgotten his original name. He/she now only answered to the name "Slut". Slut stood in the living room waiting for her mistress. She had beautiful brown hair, gathered in a ponytail and going all the way down to her gorgeous ass. Her full, red lips encircled a big, black ball-gag and a neck corset ensured that she held her head in the correct posture. She was severely corseted, her waist no more than fourteen inches, with a black, leather corset extending from just above her hips to just below her nipples, which were pierced with large steel rings. Her legs were clad in black rubber stockings held up with a mass of garters coming down from her corset and on her feet were black, ankle high boots, ballet-toed with nine-inch stilettos. Her wrists and ankles were connected by eight-inch chains and from her ass protruded one end of a very large butt plug. Her cock and balls were held in a small, black sphere made from thick, black rubber reinforced with a steel wire mesh and held in place by a steel wire tightened very tightly around the base of her cock, encircling the scrotum. Diane never allowed Slut to cum, preferring instead to whip Slut's genitals for sport. Slut had tried pleading for release, but Diane was unmoved; she didn't think the useless bastard should be allowed to cum, ever. Slut stood completely still, staring at the floor, looking very scared when Diane entered. Just the way Diane wanted it. Whenever Slut acquired some familiarity with her situation and began to adjust, Diane would plunge her to new depths, inflicting even more pain on her than before, just to keep her in a state of perpetual terror. She had succeeded completely with this tactic. Slut was terrified of her mistress every minute of every day.

Now Slut stood by as Diane had a little sport with Angela. "I've wanted to hear you scream for a long time, you stuck up bitch," Diane said just before she turned Angela's tits into pincushions. Since she didn't take Angela's heavy rubber suit off first, she used thick, sharp needles, which she pressed through the rubber. When Angela's breasts looked just like overfilled pincushions and Angela was screaming and begging, Diane made her lick pussy. The sobbing Angela licked for a long time and when Diane told her to stop, it was only to take up position behind Angela to paddle her ass mercilessly. After a good, long session of this Angela was again ordered to eat Diane's pussy before finally being forced to drink her piss. While Angela cried and sobbed, Diane reinserted her gag and grabbed her leash to lead her back to the twins. Just before leading Angela out the door, Diane stopped and turned towards Slut. She dropped the leash and instead grabbed one of Slut's nipple rings with one hand and Slut's imprisoned member with the other and hissed: "When I get back I'm going to beat your useless, little cock until you pass out. Then I'm going to whip it some more. Get your worthless ass down in the dungeon, get my most sturdy riding crop and wait for me." With that she gave Slut's genitals a vicious squeeze, grabbed Angela's leash and led her out the door. Slut screamed behind her gag before scampering down into the dungeon as fast as she could. Slut had hoped that Mistress Diane would went most of her anger on Angela today and leave Slut in relative peace, but it seemed that the punishment session had had the exact opposite effect and Slut cried with fear as she got out the long and heavy riding crop. She took up position, holding out the crop before her for Mistress Diane to take and waited for her return.

While Slut stood shaking with fear in her basement, Diane led Angela back to what was now effectively the twins' house. It took a good long while with Angela crawling back the way she had come, but Diane passed time by occasionally whipping Angela or making her cry even harder by commenting on what a complete and utter slave-slut she was. When she was led back into the house Angela was almost completely broken. She did break completely when the twins punished her for trying to escape. They first pulled out all her nails on both her hands and her feet. Then they each took a large hammer and smashed her left hand and her feet before finally squeezing them into new a mitten and new boots, which were much smaller than they had previously been. Inside the boots and the mitten her hand and her feet healed into the shape of the prison they had been inserted into, after which they were completely useless for anything but crawling around on the floor with.

Eventually her right hand was smashed and shaped in the same way, but the twins needed Angela's right hand two days later when there was a meeting of the twins' lawyer and Angela's. Here documents were drawn up, which signed over everything Angela and Mandy owned to the twins. The lawyers got an extra-large fee for ignoring the fact that what they were doing was illegal and Angela's lawyer in particular got a kick out of seeing the stuck up bitch sitting obediently in the corner completely encased in rubber, waiting to sign away everything she owned, effectively her own life as well. When the paperwork had been dealt with Angela crawled out to the car and lying in the trunk she was driven back to what was no longer her house. Here the twins pulled out the nails of her right hand before smashing it like the left one. Angela lived out the rest of her life as a crawling floor scrubber and barely human toilet. She didn't even receive sexual release, as the twins didn't think she deserved it.

As for Mandy, she also lived out the rest of her life as the twins' slave, but very differently than her mother. Mandy graduated from high school just as the twins had ordered her to, but whereas the twins attended the nearby college, Mandy took up her position as fulltime slave. She tried all the slave duties the twins could think of: maid, toilet, furniture, garbage can, ashtray and so forth, before she finally settled into what would be her role for the rest of her life: the role of pony girl. As their abilities evolved the twins specialized: Jocelyn specialized in producing pain slaves, slaves made exclusively to be tortured, while Joanna specialized in making pets; dogs, cats and ponies.

Mandy responded very well to pony training and Joanna decided to keep her as one permanently. Her feet were put into special boots, like platform boots, but without the heel and the sole ending in a horseshoe. They forced Mandy to stand on her toes all the time. She was corseted, but not so severely that she had real trouble breathing when she ran, and she was of course collared. Her head was shaved except for a thin stripe, from which a braided Mohawk was made. Her nose and tits were of course ringed. Finally her arms were removed, since she no longer needed them and she looked much more like a pony with smooth, armless shoulders.

Mandy loved the slave life, loved having to make no decisions at all and after some time the twins noticed a change in her. She effectively lost her human persona after a while. The twins had given her the name "Golden Fury" after an old pony girl story they read and soon she responded only to this name. She also gradually lost her ability to read. Joanna made an obstacle course for the pony and on the course were some signs with instructions for Golden Fury to read. Joanna noticed that it took Golden Fury longer and longer to read them until she seemed completely unable to. In the end she just ran past them and Joanna had to abandon giving her written instructions altogether. Joanna also had to simplify the language she used around her as her ability to understand longer sentences seemed to diminish over time until Joanna could only communicate with her with the simplest of instructions. Mandy happily lived out her life as Golden Fury, completely and joyfully abandoning her old life. Joanna decided that since horses didn't sleep lying down, neither should Golden Fury. In practice this meant that Golden Fury spent the rest of her lie standing. At night a pole rising out of the floor was rammed up her ass, forcing her to stand up all night. The twin denied her sexual release for months and years at a time and when they finally made her cum she cried with gratitude. Every morning when she took her daily dump, Angela crawled in under her to eat her shit but Golden Fury was too far-gone to even recognize her mother. In any case it was hard to see Angela as anything but a barely human rubber doll, so perhaps Golden Fury's lack of recognition was understandable.