Headmistress' Favorite Sport

Chapter 12

At the academy little had changed. As Denise was being led through the hallways, bound and gagged with a leash attached to her chastity device, she saw new sissies in training hurrying to class, eager to please the mistresses and to avoid punishment. The new sissies tried not to stare at Denise, but most failed. Denise's giant tits, her brutally constricted waist, her ballet-toed boots and the leash attached to her chastity tube made it hard for the sissies, who had just been feminized, to take their eyes off her. Headmistress, stopping when she saw them gawking at Denise said: "Inform Mistress Gibbons that you are all to be punished for stopping to stare without permission to do so." The whole flock o sissies in training whimpered in unison before replying: "Headmistress, yes, Headmistress." As the other sissies dispersed, Headmistress led Denise to her private quarters.

Inside her current "personal assistant" was waiting. Just as it had been with Erica when Denise had been at the academy, the function of Headmistress' personal assistant was primarily that of a handy pain slave, but Denise was in for a surprise. As the personal assistant scurried over to greet her mistress, Denise recognized her: it was Elke Hoffmeyer, former mistress at the academy. Although she was almost as severely corseted as Denise, she was still overweight, with a huge ass and great big, meaty thighs. Except for her head and her crotch, her entire body was covered in shiny, white rubber. On her feet were black, ballet-toed boots with nine-inch stilettos made from shiny, hard plastic. Her hands were held in similar hard and shiny plastic cones, rendering them useless. A six-inch chain connected her wrists and short chains to her neck corset and to her waist insured that she always held her hands straight out from the body, unable to bring them either up nor down. Her ankles were connected by a six-inch chain, forcing her to take tiny mincing steps. Her neck corset was made from hard, shiny, black plastic and allowed her practically no head movement. Elke had been shaved completely bald and even her eyebrows had been removed. In her mouth was a huge penis gag, held in place by an intricate harness criss-crossing her head. Finally her tits, encased in white rubber like the rest of her body, were constricted by a number of straps giving them a longish, sausage-like shape. Her now tiny and useless sex had been pierced and a large steel ring hung from it. Where her balls had been was now an absolutely smooth patch of skin. Elke Hoffmeyer's eyes were desperate, full of eagerness to please. Headmistress greeted her slave by slapping her face hard and saying: "Elke, you useless, sexless cow, meet your replacement." As Elke understood her facial expression changed. Although she now knew that she had come to the end of the line, she looked more relieved than scared.

Elke Hoffmeyer had continued her duties as mistress at the academy after Denise had left, perfectly content with punishing fresh, little sissies. However, Headmistress had changed the routine of the academy a little after seeing the beneficial effect Erica's castration had had on Denise and Yvonne. It was now an annual tradition to let the all the sissies in training watch Headmistress torture and castrate some poor, defenseless sissy. All the patrons of the academy who had sent several sissies to the school to be trained, agreed that it had improved the already impressive willingness to do anything at all, which sissies trained at the Kaltenbrunner Academy displayed. As for Headmistress, she enjoyed the castrations more than any other activity at the school, so the castration session became an event.

This made Elke Hoffmeyer more than a little nervous, as she was the only shemale mistress at the academy. She still occasionally turned up at Headmistress' door late at night to be punished, as she had done ever since Headmistress had brought her to the academy, but the pleasure of submitting to Headmistress was now mixed with fear of castration, which Elke didn't find the least bit arousing. But Headmistress made no move to harm Elke permanently, preferring instead to go out and hunt for fresh shemales to castrate.

But of course one evening Headmistress had decided that Elke would make a fine victim for the event. After a comparatively light session with Headmistress, Elke had been kneeling in front of her. Elke had been dressed only in her high-heeled Oxfords, her hands tied in an armbinder and her erect and throbbing member had been resting on a wooden block. Headmistress used the sole of her shoe to step on Elke's cock, rubbing it against the wood, and the friction finally made Elke cum, her body thrashing as she moaned loudly and shot her load out over the floor. As her cock became flaccid Headmistress stepped on it hard, pinning it to the block and addressed her: "Elke, you worthless cow, I have decided to castrate you. You are no longer of value to the academy and frankly, you are starting to bore me." Elke's reaction was to scream with fear. This was what she had feared for years and she found herself unable to even plead. Headmistress gagged her and called for an attendant to take Elke away, locking her up before the big event.

All the sissies were tied up so that they were forced to watch the event and after several hours of cruel and brutal torture of Elke, the main event finally arrived. Many of the sissies looked very pale and several would vomit as they watched the castration. Elke didn't notice, as she was too busy screaming in pain. She was standing on all fours; her hands and legs were secured in stocks, firmly bolted to the floor. She knelt about four feet from the wall and from the wall protruded a telescopic rod, at the end of which was a dildo. The dildo, which had very broad base, was shoved up Elke's ass and as the telescopic rod had been fixed in position, it made sure that Elke couldn't move her ass any farther back. Mounted on the wall was also a small winch. For the castration itself, Headmistress had tied a steel wire around one of Elke's testicles and now used the winch to pull it off ever so slowly, tightening the winch little by little. Elke was screaming her head off and when the wire tore off the first of her testicles, she vomited and passed out. Headmistress made sure to wake up Elke before stopping the bleeding and proceeding to pull the other testicle off.

After a visit to Dr. Jacobsen to patch up her wounds, Elke returned as Headmistess' personal assistant. With Denise's arrival her stint as Headmistress' personal pain toy was over, as was her "career" as a slave.

Of course Denise knew nothing of this, but she did manage to learn that the public castrations had become an annual event. When night came she was chained to a wall in Headmistress' quarters together with Elke. They were of course unable to talk, but the wall opposite them was covered with pictures from these sessions. The pictures were arranged in columns; one column for each slave, five pictures to a column: one before the castration session, three during and one after. Elke' row was complete, all five pictures hanging on the wall but so far Denise's column had only one. Denise spent all night staring at the pictures and the horrific torture scenes depicted in them. Headmistress had known what effect the pictures would have on Denise and had made sure she wore a diaper, which was a good thing as she quickly lost bladder control from the fear.

Denise was still filled with powerful, mixed emotions. She was scared almost out of her mind at the prospect of being castrated, but at the same time it thrilled her to think about it and filled her with lust. The thought of submission so ultimate made her heart beat faster with lust and the fact that it would be Headmistress performing the castration only fuelled her submissive fantasies.

When the time came, she was almost mad with fear and lust. Regina von Kaltenbrunner also thought that the castration of Denise would be quite special. By now she had performed quite a few of them and it was the biggest turn on she could think of. This time, however, there was a crucial difference from the "usual" castrations. All of her other victims had been unwilling; worthless little sissy-shits captured for just that one purpose. It was different with Denise. Headmistress only had to look at Denise once to know that she was so in love with her mistress, that she regarded it as an honor and a turn-on to be castrated by her. Denise was by far the most pain loving submissive Regina von Kaltenbrunner had ever come across, so she had decided to grant Denise an extra measure of freedom. The obvious thing to do would have been to allow Denise to cum before removing her nuts in the most painful manner possible, but that would have been boring and devoid of style. No, Denise would not be allowed to cum one last time. Instead Headmistress knelt down beside Denise, who was shaking with fear and lust, and explained her what she expected of her.

And so it was that when all the fresh sissies had been tied up and were ready to watch the spectacle, Denise came crawling behind Headmistress into the room, without bonds of any kind. Denise wore only her corset, since her back would break if it was removed. She wore no shoes, so she had to crawl, and she wore no collar, no cuffs and no gag. Even her member was without its chastity device and stood rock-hard and throbbing, begging for release. Both the other mistresses and the sissies watched in amazement as Denise crawled before Headmistress and kissed her shoes with great passion and asked: "Headmistress, please, Headmistress. Headmistress, would you please accept this worthless sissy-slave's balls, so that this useless sissy may express her gratitude at being your slave, Headmistress?" Headmistress thought about this for a while, as everybody in the room held their breath and answered: "All-right slave, but you will of course have be punished for your presumptuousness." Denise bowed her head in submission before Headmistress. Headmistress looked fantastic. Her hair was in its usual tight bun and she wore her usual severe looking glasses. She was naked except for black, rubber opera gloves and thigh-high, black boots made from thin, black rubber. The boots had seven-inch metal heels, the thinnest and sharpest Denise had ever seen.

With Denise's show of submission the torture began. First Denise was whipped thoroughly as she stood untied on all fours. Then she was tied spread eagle on the floor before her front side was whipped just as soundly as her backside. When the whipping was over Denise was crying and whimpering; her whole body covered in angry, red welts. Throughout all this her member remained erect and her lust for Headmistress only increased with every blow. Next her tits were the focus of attention. Using very thin rope Headmistress constricted them at one-inch intervals all the way from the base to the tip, before starting the needle torture. When her tits were covered with needles, and Denise was emitting a constant stream of little screams, Headmistress connected some of them to electrical wires and sent live current through Denise's tits, sending her into a renewed fit of screaming and thrashing. Even after Headmistress had finished this part of the torture, and she had taken her time, Denise's cock remained rock-hard. Headmistress decided to test Denise's devotion as she took hold of her member. She looked down at Denise and said: "Slave, I want you to show me how much you love me. I'm going to give you a hand-job now and if you are unable to restrain yourself and do cum, I will take as sign that you are sufficiently devoted to me and that you do not deserve to be castrated by me." Denise saw that she was being offered a way out, but she also saw how disappointed Headmistress would be if she took it. Even though castration was still her worst nightmare, she could not disappoint Headmistress. She had to show her devotion to her and the only way to do this was not to cum and be castrated by Headmistress. Denise sobbed as she spoke: "Headmistress, please Headmistress. Headmistress, allow this filthy slave to show her devotion to you, Headmistress." Regina saw in Denise's eyes that she would indeed hold back her orgasm and allow Headmistress to castrate her.

Headmistress' hands were the most skilled Denise had ever encountered and it was by now several months since she had cum, but still she managed to hold back her orgasm and show Headmistress how much she loved her. She thrashed and squirmed as she cried and screamed but she did not cum. When Headmistress stopped manipulating Denise's member after more than half an hour, the room was dead silent except for Denise's crying.

The torture began again. Vices were placed on Denise's hands and feet and ever so slowly they were crushed. Denise passed out several times, but every time Headmistress used smelling salt to wake her up before continuing. When Denise's hands and feet were completely crushed Headmistress allowed Denise to recover a little. She stood over Denise's face and pissed into Denise's open mouth. Then she tied a piece of string loosely around Denise's balls, pulled them away from her crotch and waited for Denise to recover a bit more.

Denise knew that the final phase of the session had arrived. She was almost hysterical with pain and she desperately wanted to just pass out from the pain, but she knew that this wasn't an option. She must remain conscious for Headmistress and the castration to come.

Headmistress started by kicking her in the groin several times. The pain took Denise's breath away and when she recovered enough to groan Headmistress stepped on her testicles with the sole of her boots, making Denise pass out from the pain. Headmistress patiently woke Denise up before beginning again.

Headmistress now placed her right boot-heel with the utmost care on Denise's right testicle and began to apply pressure. She pressed until it looked like the testicle was just about to pop and Denise screamed hysterically. Then she stopped applying more pressure but instead held the pressure constant. Denise screamed even more, thrashing in her bonds as she tried to escape. When she had held the heel there for good long time she withdrew it a little, easing the pressure somewhat. As Denise's scream lost some of its intensity; Headmistress reversed and instead put all her weight on the heel. As the extremely thin heel penetrated the testicle sack, blood squirted out and Denise's scream reached a peak before running out of air. She thrashed helplessly as her right testicle punctured, her face turning first red, then white as she vomited from the pain. Headmistress meanwhile, was taking her time with Denise's testicle as she used Denise's thrashing combined with her own footwork to tear a long gash in the testicle sack so that she could use her heel to pry out the testicle itself. When Denise saw her testicle skewered on Headmistress' boot-heel like a canapé at a cocktail-party, she passed out. Headmistress calmly scraped Denise's testicle of her heel and went to fetch a first aid kit. The destroyed testicle sack was bleeding quite badly.

Before she started to repair some of the damage to the testicle sack, she woke up Denise using smelling salts. As Denise came to, she began to cry hysterically. Meanwhile Headmistress cleaned the wound. She did it by rubbing some kind of white powder into the wound. As the powder came into contact with the wound it created a great deal of foam, as well as a great deal of pain and Denise's screams began again.

Headmistress put the first aid kit away and stood up between Denise's legs. She repeated the process on Denise's left testicle and after a while there were two crushed testicles lying in a pool of blood between Denise's legs. This time Denise had somehow not fainted and had watched the whole thing, screaming and dry-retching. As Denise screamed and cried Headmistress fetched her first aid kit and began cleaning the wounds once again causing Denise to scream even more.

Denise was at the brink of collapse and just wanted to sink into unconsciousness now that her greatest nightmare and her greatest sexual fantasy had come through at the same time. She had shown her complete and utter devotion to the mistress she loved above all others and she felt like her life as a slave was effectively over. But Headmistress had one more thing she wanted Denise to do; one more humiliation she wanted to put her through. She knelt down beside Denise and slapped her face to get her attention. The room was dead quiet as Headmistress spoke: "Slave, there is one more thing for you to do." Denise blinked uncertainly at Headmistress and tried to answer but only weak croaking sounds came out. Headmistress didn't really need or want a reply as she told Denise what she wanted her to do: "I want you to clean up your mess. Here, get rid of these." Headmistress held out her right hand and in it was Denise mangled testicles, dripping a little bit of blood on Denise's face. When Denise understood what Headmistress had commanded her to do, she began to cry again. Not only was it disgusting, it was also terribly humiliating. Of course she had no choice but to obey and so she opened her mouth. Headmistress wore a condescending little smile as she put the mangled testicles into Denise's mouth and watched as the slave swallowed them. When Denise had swallowed her own testicles Headmistress slapped her face and stood up. The show was over and she turned to look at the others in the room. All the other little sissies had vomited and a few had passed out. The rest looked at her with a look of absolute fear. Her daughters stood off to one side and both were clapping at the performance. Vivian had brought Roxy who trembled in fear at the mere sight of Headmistress. Her other daughter, Miriam, had brought her own slave, a freshly caught sissy who was busy eating her own shit, as she had lost bladder- and sphincter control during the torture session. The sissy whined with fear as Headmistress approached her daughters to thank them for the birthday present.

Meanwhile Denise had finally been allowed to pass out as she was released and sent off to Dr. Jacobsen to be patched up.

A month later Denise assumed the last slave role she would ever have. Elke had disappeared and Denise was now Headmistress' "personal assistant" or pain toy. Her head had been shaved, including her eyebrows and she was now completely hairless. Like her predecessors she was dressed in shiny white rubber and the only skin that was exposed was her bald head and her crotch. Her crushed feet had been forced into ballet-toed boots with an extremely pointed toe and no heels, her feet effectively forming an extension of her leg. Balancing was hard, but the firm hand of Headmistress insured that she learned quickly. A four-inch chain, making her steps impossibly small, connected her ankles. Her crushed hands had been amputated and on the stumps were now little, black plastic covers with D-rings, making it easier to tie up her arms or hang things on the end of Denise's arms. Her arms were connected by a four-inch chain, just like her ankles, and chains to her neck corset and to the corset around her waist insured that she always held them perpendicular to her body. She was still severely corseted and her new neck corset allowed no head movement at all. Her tits were constricted using an intricate harness, painfully pressing the tits into tortuous shapes. Large steel rings pierced her nipples and chains from these rings to her neck corset held her breasts up so that they pointed straight ahead. Her gag was held in place by a single, broad rubber strap. The gag itself was a foot-long dildo going all the way down her throat, cutting off all sound. Denise drew breath through a tiny little hole running down the center of the dildo. The hole was so narrow that Denise had to work hard for every breath. An even bigger dildo was rammed up her ass.

Her crotch was now of course smooth and her dick was now a tiny, useless little appendage. It was pierced no less than five times; four thick, steel studs through the shaft and one thick and heavy steel ring through the head. A leash was attached to the ring and Headmistress used it to lead Denise around.

The heavy doses of hormones she still received had the effect of still making Denise slightly horny and sometimes there was even a slight stirring from her damaged sex, but it was rare and it was an unpleasant reminder of the passionate and sexy creature she had been before the castration. Now her world had been reduced to pain and obedience without any possibility of even the slightest reward. The only thought in Denise's damaged mind was to please Headmistress. The mere presence of Headmistress filled Denise with the desire to submit, the only thing beside pain she had left to enjoy. Although Denise couldn't see it herself, it was fortunate that she enjoyed being tortured by Headmistress, since her life otherwise would have been completely devoid of even the slightest pleasure. She spent her days scampering after Headmistress in an attempt to please her beloved mistress.