Headmistress' Favorite Sport

Chapter 9

When Denise returned from the academy all this was taking place without her knowing about it. She started her new life as a maid in Mistress Rachel and Master Tony's house alongside her mother, Susanna.

Susanna had in the meantime developed into a complete slave, craving punishment and humiliation constantly. The slightest bit of attention from Mistress Rachel made her heart leap with joy, even if the attention involved brutal punishment or ruthless humiliation. A daily highlight for Susanna was when Mistress Rachel squatted over her face in the morning and made her eat shit. Not that she liked shit as such, but the enormous humiliation of having to eat her sister's shit turned her on and it was a golden opportunity to show Mistress Rachel that she, Susanna, was nothing but a worthless shit-eating slave who loved being owned. One thing that turned Susanna on more than anything else was being filled to the bursting point. She was happiest when her ass, pussy and mouth were packed so full that she thought she was going burst. This in time meant some rather drastic changes in her body. All her teeth had been knocked out during one of these sessions, leaving her smooth-gummed. Her ass had been widened so much that she could no longer hold shit; her sphincter was broken. Her pussy had also become huge and flabby and the process had also damaged her urinary tract so she couldn't even hold her piss. The obvious solution would have been to plug her two nether orifices, but since she loved being filled to the bursting point, this was not a solution. Instead Mistress Rachel had opted for a more humiliating approach. Susanna was now constantly diapered. She always moved around wearing a diaper, the outer layer of which was white rubber. Since she couldn't hold anything back it was always full of a most disgusting mixture of urine and shit, and as a consequence she suffered from constant diaper rash. At the end of each day she had to eat the contents of her diaper.

Susanna was assigned to do all the really dirty housework, but because she was so much around shit she was never allowed into the cleaner parts of the house, notably the kitchen and the living room. Her uniform was simple: black shoes with seven-inch heels and locking ankle straps, eight-inch chains connecting her ankles and wrists, a severe black corset and a collar. In her mouth was a large black ball-gag and of course she wore a diaper all the time. Her head had been shaved and she was now permanently bald.

Neither Rachel nor Tony were really into scat and used it mostly as a means for humiliating Susanna. Combined with the fact that Susanna's openings became more and more flabby and less and less inviting, this meant that they began to loose interest in her. Actually it was a bit of a problem for them since the twins had given them Helen Robinson. Because Helen Robinson had developed the same way, into a shit-eating slut who craved being filled to the bursting point. Helen had quit school after the twins graduated and now she lived the exact same life as Susanna, as a slave eating her own shit out of her diaper. Rachel and Tony definitely did not find it very sexy and struggled for long time with what to do with them.

After a year they finally turned them both into permanent toilets. This involved very extensive surgery. When the new toilets returned from Dr. Jacobsen they looked exactly the same: Both had had their arms and legs removed as well as their ears. Since no one would see them or use them for sexual purposes, they had also had their breasts removed. Their jaws had been wrenched apart, a steel ring inserted along the edge holding their mouths permanently open and their heads had been bent over backwards so that their mouths pointed straight up and had been fixed in that position using so rather drastic steel inserts. No one wanted a speaking toilet so their vocal cords had been removed and as they were going to spend the rest of their lives in darkness their eyes had also been removed. They were mounted inside a box with an opening surrounded by a seat, thus making up a toilet. Their mouths were directly beneath the opening, which had a funnel insuring that all the shit wound up in their mouths, ready to receive whatever came. Their tongues had been elongated so that they could lick the ass of the user clean after he or she had finished. In their noses were tubes connected to a hole right behind the seat so that they could breathe. Inside the box they were held in place by a number of brutal steel straps secured to the steel rods holding the box together and hoses were inserted into their nether orifices to remove their own waste. The only maintenance they required was a handful of vitamin- and nourishment pills flushed down with some clean water once a day so that they stayed alive, and once a week the sides of the box were removed and the toilets cleaned with a high-pressure hose. Although it seemed strange both slaves had been broken to an extent that they accepted this without question, feeling that it was natural that they should be treated thus since they were so lowly.

After three years like that Susanna died when an especially fat Mistress sat down and blocked the breathing hole while at the same time taking a dump that went on forever. Susanna simply died from lack of air. Helen lived as a toilet for five more years after Susanna's death, her mind long since gone from the constant confinement and shit eating. She died when a not too bright Mistress threw a sanitary napkin into the toilet and Helen choked trying to swallow it.

But when Denise arrived back from the academy both Susanna and Helen were just running around as bald, shit-eating slaves who were constantly diapered. Although they were not allowed to speak to each other, they had developed a strange affection for each other and constantly tried touch, an infraction that was punished daily.

Denise assumed the role of maid in the household, if only temporarily. Mistress Rachel had discussed Denise with the twins and her maids uniform and her duties in Mistress Rachel's house would be essentially the same as they would be in the twins house once they got settled in. On her feet were white, lacey, ankle socks and her shoes were shiny, black plastic shoes with seven-inch stilettos and locking ankle straps. Her uniform was made from black satin with white lace edges and a small, white apron. It only just reached below her panty-line and if Denise bent over even slightly, her pretty, white silk panties were in plain view. The uniform had a cutout insuring that Denise's tits hung out in the open, framed prettily by a white, lace edge. Under the uniform she wore a severe corset, reducing her waist to fifteen inches with a four-inch pipe stem. Around her neck was a broad, shiny steel collar and on her hands were delicate, white lace gloves. Her wrists and ankles were shackled in shiny steel connected by chains no more than six inches long, insuring tiny mincing steps and finely choreographed movements from Denise whatever she did. She was gagged with a big penis gag extending almost into her throat, held in place by a broad, black leather strap. Naturally her member was chastised constantly and pulled back between her legs insuring a smooth crotch. In her ass resided a large butt plug and covering it all was a sanitary napkin, so that Denise's constant dribbling of pre-cum wouldn't soil the pretty panties holding everything in place.

Apart from cleaning up the dirtier sections of the house, a task left to the two toilet bitches Susanna and Helen, Denise's job was to take care of everything else: cooking, cleaning, laundry, receiving guests properly and so forth. Of course she also had to make sure that everyone was provided with every conceivable service, sexual or otherwise. She rose more than two hours before everyone else and worked until Master Tony released her from her bindings and she crawled into the tiny cage at the bottom of a cupboard, where she lived. That is unless of course she was called upon to provide sexual service during the night, which was quite often. Not only were Mistress Rachel and Master Tony very sexually active, they were also very socially minded people who often had other mistresses and masters over for the night. The constant activity meant that Denise rarely got more than a few hours of rest before she had to get up, administer her own series of morning enemas, bathe in cold waster, make herself as pretty as possible, put on her uniform and bindings and start the day's work. Her member was only taken out if someone wanted to tease or torture it and she was not allowed release, but at least she got to suck Master Tony's cock, a task that filled her with gratitude every time.

In the month she stayed with Mistress Rachel and Master Tony the times when she sucked Master Tony's cock were the only times she was rewarded. The rest was hard work.

Denise had been utterly shocked when she saw her mother for the first time since returning from the academy. The extent of her degradation was stunning. She barely noticed Denise, her focus being solely on Mistress Rachel. The way in which she savored her role as diapered toilet slave was also a shock to Denise. While Denise had turned into a well-behaved and sexually very sophisticated sissy-slave who was trained to handle almost any slave duty, Susanna had turned into a filthy slut capable of only the simplest of tasks. The sexual tension, which had existed between the two was gone and the only time they had anything to do with each other was when Denise oversaw Susanna and Helen's morning toilette.

After a month the twins were ready to receive Denise as their slave. The house, previously owned by Angela, had now been rebuilt to suit their needs as mistresses and they had had time to start their college educations. Since they used most of their efforts at school no major slave training activities went on at the house. That would come in time. For now Angela, Mandy and Denise were enough. For Denise the change was minimal. She performed the same duties as she had at Mistress Rachel's house, in the same uniform and with same relentless rules. The only difference was the amount of attention her cock received. The twins just loved to play with it. At night when Denise's chores were done, before she was locked in her cage, they would strip her, tie her up and play with her genitals. They freed them and her member always sprang into action instantly. It had been months since Denise had been allowed to cum, but the twins were not about to change that. No, all they wanted to do was to keep Denise right on the edge without allowing her to cum, while subjecting her cock and balls to harsh punishment. Kicking Denise in the groin or trampling her cock and balls with their stilettos were favorites of theirs, as was applying electricity to them. Often Denise's balls would be unbearably swollen when she woke up, but there was no mercy. She had to press them up between her legs so that she had smooth crotch.

Mostly Denise was happy. She was performing the slave duties she was trained to do and the lack of sexual release only reflected that she was a worthless slut who didn't deserve such things. The only times she was unhappy was when she thought of Regina von Kaltenbrunner. The memory of Headmistress was never far from her mind and Denise both feared and longed for the day when Headmistress would find her and castrate her. She feared loosing her balls more than anything else, but at the same time the prospect of castration at the hands of Headmistress and the complete and uncompromising domination in that act, thrilled her more than she could say.

For now she was the twins' slave and mostly it was as quiet as slave lives go. The twins were at school most of the time and college provided them with plenty of sexual partners, allowing them to try out many different things. They regularly brought people home to play with, but on these occasions Denise, Mandy and Angela would usually be confined to the basement since the twins didn't want the whole world to know them as fierce sexual predators. For now there was plenty of fun to be had with more or less straight sex. Occasionally they would bring someone home for S&M games.

One such person was Gina. Gina was on orphan who had gotten a scholarship through hard work. She was a beautiful, black girl, almost 6'3" high with a slender build and perfect breasts. Gina had attracted the twins attention and had been all for having sex with the girls. After a few weeks of steamy encounters in her small apartment the twins had invited her home. Both Joanna and Jocelyn liked her and they agreed that she would make a fine slave. Although their encounters had been ordinary sex only, both thought that there was something about Gina that said: "Punish me. Abuse me." So they decided to test her reactions before proceeding to the S&M-games. They had invited her for dinner and Gina was very impressed by the house. How could they afford it? Did they have rich relatives, or what? The twins didn't have to answer any questions about how they had gotten the house as Denise came into the living room carrying a tray with drinks. Denise was in her usual maids uniform, chained and gagged as she minced towards Gina with tiny steps. Gina stopped talking in the middle of a sentence and her mouth hung open as she watched the sexy slave maid mince towards her. She was completely transfixed as Denise with great difficulty curtseyed before and offered her a drink from the tray. "Go ahead and take a drink, Gina." Jocelyn said. "We've made sure she doesn't bite," Joanna grinned with reference to Denise's gag. Gina stared at Denise, who looked submissively down, for a good long while before gathering her courage and taking a drink from the tray: "Thanks," she mumbled to Denise. Jocelyn quickly corrected her: "Don't thank the useless slut." "She's a slave. She should feel privileged that she is allowed to serve you." Joanna finished. "You are grateful, aren't you bitch?" Jocelyn asked Denise menacingly. Denise nodded vigorously as she minced towards the twins and dropped to her knees in front of them. She lowered her head to the ground while she held the tray up, so that her mistresses could take a drink without having to see her ugly face. Gina sat dumbfounded as she realized the amount of training Denise must have received to be able to perform her duties so gracefully. Her hands and feet were restricted with tiny chains and yet she had performed every movement perfectly and hadn't spilled a drop. Gina felt a surprising warmth spreading in her body. Watching Denise made her horny!

The twins saw the look on her face as they dismissed Denise. They had decided to play it cool for as long as possible to draw out Gina; to force her to make the first move. Gina's eyes followed Denise as she took up position in the corner of the room: tray held out, chest out and head down. The twins made polite conversation, but Gina just stared at the gorgeous slave in the corner. Finally the twins called Denise over to stand in front of Gina. "Denise, drop your panties and show Gina what kind of a slut you are." Joanna said. Gina started to object that it really wasn't necessary, but the twins wouldn't have it and soon Denise's panties were on the ground together with her absolutely soaking sanitary napkin, as she held up her skirt. Gina gasped as she saw Denise's imprisoned member. Jocelyn explained: "This disgusting sissy-slut used to be our brother. She's still a useless worm, but at least now she's prettier now." Joanna asked Gina: "Would you like to play with her? Her tits are real, not fake and we all know how much you like tits, don't we?" Gina blushed as she answered: "No. Really..I. Really..its." "Bullshit." Jocelyn said. "You would just love to fondle those jugs. " "Come on." Joanna egged her on. "We'll remove her gag so you can kiss her while you play with them." Gina became completely mute with embarrassment and tried to look away, but in a matter of seconds Jocelyn had removed Denise's gag and ordered her to beg Gina to fondle her. "Mistress, please, Mistress," Denise begged. "Mistress, won't you please kiss and fondle this useless slave, Mistress." Gina stammered something about how what the twins were doing was incest and wrong, but there was no conviction in the words as Joanna helped her to her feet and guided her to stand in front of Denise. Gina had to bend down to kiss Denise and Denise turned her head up towards her and closed her eyes expectantly as Gina approached. It was a long time since anyone had kissed Denise and she kissed Gina passionately as the tall, black girl began to fondle her tits. Denise still held up her skirt. Not being ordered to do otherwise her hands stayed in the same position. Gina kissed Denise for long time, her hands roaming her body even fondling her member briefly. Her hand came away slick with Denise's juice and Gina had felt how Denise's cock strained against its cage. As Gina stepped away Denise sighed with disappointment. Gina stared at the sissy who looked at her with eyes filled with longing. The eyes begged Gina to fuck Denise. Gina finally managed to tear her gaze away and confront the twins who stood by laughing a little at Denise.

The twins moved close to Gina. Although she was several inches taller than they were, there was no doubt that they were the ones in control. Joanna spoke first: "Gina, we think you would just love being a slave." Gina stammered her objections but the words were barely audible and her facial expression was not one of denial. "The way in which you responded to the filthy slut tells us that you are ready. No dominant would have just kissed her and a dominant certainly wouldn't have obeyed our order to kiss her without question." "No," Joanna continued, "its time you learned your place…slave." Gina recoiled at the word but seemed unable to offer any objections and offered no resistance when Jocelyn slapped her face and ordered her to strip. In seconds she stood naked before the twins, her head hung low as she sobbed quietly. Joanna ordered her to kneel and wait with her hands behind her head while Jocelyn gagged Denise and sent her down into the dungeon.

Gina could not believe her own response. She had obeyed the twins without hesitation and she found herself completely unable to muster the will and just leave. Instead she remained kneeling start naked in the living room while the twins changed their clothes. After more than an hour, where they sat in another room watching Gina's response over CCTV while Mandy ate their pussies, they returned. Both were now dressed for the part of mistress and not college student. They wore black, thigh-high stiletto boots with seven-inch heels and black, rubber opera gloves and nothing else. They had strapped on their trademark double-ended dildos and both had a cat-o-nine-tails in their hand. Without saying a single word they began whipping Gina furiously. She screamed and cried but every time she tried to cover her front she was scolded an ordered to keep her hands behind her head. After almost half an hour she was covered in red welts and the twins ordered the sobbing and confused girl to crawl after them, down into the dungeon. During the night they whipped her and applied clothespins to her tits and labia, as well as a host of other punishments and humiliations. They made lick their pussies, their boots and their asses and the broke her ass in with their double-ended strap-ons. They didn't tie her up in any way, effectively proving to her what a slave-slut she really was. Finally, just before dawn, they fucked her pussy, bringing her to a series of glorious orgasms. They had made her theirs beyond any doubt. Gina had never felt like that before and knew she would never even want to escape the cruel sisters.

The twins had no classes the next day, but Gina did. So they dressed her and sent her off to school. They shaved her pussy and inserted a butt plug in her ass and a pair of Ben-wa balls in her pussy, before making her wear a thin full-body suit made of black rubber. No one could see she was dressed in rubber when she wore her regular clothes over the suit, but Gina would feel it all day as she was constantly reminded of her new status.

Within a month Gina dropped out. She, who had fought so hard to get a scholarship, lost her ability to concentrate on anything but her new status as a slave. Her every waking thought revolved around the twins and how to please them. She also lost the part-time job she had on the side and was finally evicted from her small apartment. Just as the twins had planned she wound up in their dungeon. Gina proved to have an immense capacity and craving for pain as well as a deep desire to be humiliated. This triggered Jocelyn in a big way and most nights Gina spent screaming in agony. Jocelyn used Gina to find out for how long she could keep someone in constant pain. She fitted her with all the needles and electrodes her body would hold and devised a strategy whereby the pain would constantly shift from one part of her body to the next, so that she would never grow accustomed to the pain. After five days Jocelyn shut off the machine when it looked like Gina would die from exhaustion and after that session Gina was reduced to tremors of fear mixed with lust whenever Jocelyn got near her. She ended up as a special kind dog girl. The twins found it very satisfying to have the tall girl crawl around on all fours and made her wear a special doggy suit all the time. The suit was made of pink rubber and left only her head free. Her arms and legs were doubled up leaving her to walk on elbows and knees. Her feet were put into ballet-toed boots with no heels and they pointed straight up when she crawled around. Her ass was of course stuffed with a huge dildo, which had a little tail attached to its end. She was shaved completely bald and her tongue was pierced, a steel grommet inserted into the hole and a very sturdy metal ring was inserted in the tongue. From the ring hung a round, two pound steel ball preventing her from pulling her tongue back into her mouth as well as talking. This also made her drool rather copiously. Joanna trained her and after training had finished she was made to follow Jocelyn around as her handy little pain puppy, always ready for a round of intense torture. Ever since the marathon session Gina's world had been completely dominated by Jocelyn and following her around was a constant trigger for both her libido and her fear. The combination drove her wild and in time also out of her mind. After a few years she became like Mandy, or Golden Fury as she was now called. She lost many of her human skills, like reading and understanding sentences more complicated than: "Bad dog." or "Fetch" or "Lick pussy." Jocelyn had not changed her name to something more "dog-like", but it lost all human meaning to Gina who just followed her owner around, no longer able to stand upright or use her arms and hands, her life now reduced to obedience and pain. Sexual satisfaction was only in the cards if there was a real dog in the house and it wanted to fuck her. One of the twins' friends had a very large Rottweiler, Brutus, which took a fancy to Gina. She was scared to death the first time, but she actually came as it entered her. From then on she looked forward to Brutus' coming with eager anticipation, as it was the only sex she ever got. Not only was it sex, it was also painful and very humiliating, the most exciting combination in the world for Gina.

Denise missed one thing during her stay with the twins. She had hoped that she would get a chance to fuck Tammy, the sissy-whore who had once been her father. It never happened and the reason for this was that Tammy's earning had declined soon after Denise had been shipped off for her final year at the academy. She had begun looking too worn for most of the clients and the demand for her services dropped. It filled Tammy with panic, but there was nothing she could do about it. They clients she did have were increasingly brutal, further degrading her looks until interest in her all but disappeared. Finally one day she was escorted to a customer by one of Master Antwan's enforcers. As the door opened and she was pushed inside, she saw that the customer was the woman in whose dungeon she had seen the pictures of the dead slaves, a picture of Francine among them. Suddenly Tammy knew what was going to happen and she tried begging and pleading with the enforcer. But it was no use. He helped the woman tie Tammy up before leaving her with the evil woman, who obviously enjoyed that Tammy knew what was going to happen. After a two-day torture session Tammy had her picture taken and it was put on the wall together with Francine's. In the picture she looked much the same as Francine because many of the same things had been done to her.

Over time it became more and more clear that the twins were primarily interested in female slaves and that Denise was an anomaly, and that she was kept as their slave only because she had once been their brother. She had been with the twins for more than a year and a half when the twins finally tired of her. In all that time Denise's daily routine hadn't changed and it very rarely varied even slightly. It had been more than two years since she had last been allowed to cum and even if the twins' desire to tease her cock without letting her cum had abated of late, she still spent her days in a state of permanent arousal, changing her soaking napkins four time a day now.

One evening she was called into the dungeon where she found the twins waiting in the company of Mistress Rachel and Master Tony. Denise threw herself down and crawled over to kiss the feet of her Mistresses and Master. Jocelyn gave the order after releasing Denise from her chains: "Strip." A few moments later Denise stood clad only in her shoes, corset and collar. "We've grown tired of you Denise." Joanna said. "That pathetic little thing between your legs disgusts us." Jocelyn continued. "So we've decided to sell you while you'll still fetch a reasonable price." Joanna finished. Denise was completely shocked and soon began crying. She shouldn't have been the least bit surprised, but she was. All the signs had been there for her to read, but Denise's bimbo brain could only handle so much and her primary focus was obedience. She had been trained to obey any order given to her and leave the thinking to her mistress or master, so now the news that she was being sold took her completely by surprise.

The end of her stay with her family was short and, for Denise at least, sad. As a parting gift the crying sissy-slave was allowed to eat her Mistresses' pussies and blow Master Tony. When she had swallowed Master Tony's jism, her remaining clothes were removed so that she now only wore her chastity device. This meant that she couldn't stand, since she could now only stand on her feet when wearing heel of six inches or higher as her Achilles tendon had shortened and her feet had been in high-heeled shoes day and night for so long that standing without shoes, even on her toes, was out of the question. She crawled over to a surprisingly small wooden crate standing in the corner of the room. Before being placed in it, she was readied for the trip. Joanna ordered her to drink a very large amount of some sweet tasting liquid before gagging her with a very long penis gag extending far down into her throat, allowing her to breathe only through a small hole running down its length. She was diapered and a long rubber tube was inserted in the hole in her gag and she was ordered to crawl onto a large piece of thick, black rubber. Here she was made to sit back on her heels before doubling over so that her head rested against her knees and her hands were behind her neck. Now that she had assumed this balled up position, the rubber was folded over her, creating a black, rubber ball from which only her breathing tube stuck out. No straps held the ball together, but none were needed as the twins took what was effectively industrial sized hairdryers and applied scorching hot air to the surface of the rubber. The inside of Denise's cocoon became unbearably hot as the rubber began to shrink and harden around her. Denise tried to scream as the almost burning hot rubber pulled together around her, sealing her inside a cocoon so small and hard that she barely had space to breathe, but no sound came as her gag blocked her vocal cords. After a few minutes she was picked up and laid down into the box. Her breathing tube was connected to a hole in the crate, which was then filled up with shock absorbing material and nailed shut. Denise could neither hear nor see and the only thing she felt was the ever-increasing discomfort of her cramped position. After a few hours she panicked and tried to scream and thrash, but she was able to do neither due to her gag and her cocoon. After trying to thrash for what seemed like forever, her strength ran out and she couldn't get enough air through the tube to continue fighting. She passed into a state somewhere between dream and reality, filled with nightmares about being buried alive or dying from asphyxiation with a plastic bag over her head. She had no idea for how long she stayed in the box. She had been given enough drink to last for a couple of days, but she stayed in the box long enough to begin feeling a terrible thirst. Her drink before being sealed in the box also meant that she soon filled her diaper with piss and that she could feel a terribly annoying diaper rash coming on without being able to do anything about it. Denise was so exhausted that when she was finally lifted out of the crate she thought that it was a dream. But it wasn't. She felt the rubber being cut away and cold, fresh air touching her skin, making her shiver from the cold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw her new owners standing over her: A huge man with curly brown hair, blue eyes and a moustache and a petite, platinum blonde woman. They looked familiar to Denise but she didn't have the energy to think about it and instead slipped into unconsciousness.