Chapter 7
Life settled into a routine for Mistress Catherine and her sissy-slave. Alice
would mince around in skyscraper heels wearing hotpants and doing her best to
look like an oversexed pre-teen with huge tits. Mistress Catherine took her out
once in a while, always making sure that these excursions were intensely
humiliating for Alice. The excursions involved giving people blowjobs on the
dance floor of discos or flirting openly with complete strangers in very public
places, and always Alice was dressed extremely provocatively. Alice hated these
excursions and began begging Mistress Catherine not to force her to participate,
but of course this only increased the frequency of the excursions and resulted
in added punishment for Alice for not obeying without question.
As for punishments, Alice received more than her share of them. Mistress
Catherine really loved making Alice scream. She loved the way her face looked
when she was in pain and she loved the hopeless begging and the futile
struggling. Milking Alice without Alice deriving any pleasure from the
experience was one of her favorites and the fact that Alice hadn't had a real
orgasm since the fantastic orgasm, which Mistress Catherine had given Alice when
she had first gotten her, only increased Mistress Catherine's pleasure. Pleasure
derived from the fact that they both knew that it had been more than three years
since Alice had been allowed a real orgasm. Sure, she had been milked plenty of
times, but these milkings provided no pleasure, only pain. As for relieving the
pressure, the milkings were woefully insufficient. Alice's was so oversexed from
the hormones and the constant stimulation from her chastity tube that already
the day after a milking she would be squirming with unfulfilled need. The fact
that she was never allowed to cum did not diminish Alice's hope of one day being
allowed to cum. She had been conditioned to be a complete bimbo, a real airhead,
so the thought that she might never be allowed to cum, never entered her mind.
She kept on hoping.
Sensory deprivation remained Mistress Catherine's preferred way of continually
conditioning Alice. Mistress Catherine was often away on business so there were
plenty of opportunities to lock Alice away in claustrophobic situations. Alice
dreaded being locked into one of the fiendish boxes and staying locked inside,
unable to move at all, blind and deaf except for the messages delivered by her
earphones all encouraging her to be a good little sissy-slave while informing
her of her utter uselessness. She dreaded the complete and utter loss of control
the box entailed, the lacking ability to even eat or breathe. Her gratitude
towards Mistress Catherine knew no bounds when she was let out after days and
sometimes weeks in the box, her memory of who had locked her inside somehow
erased by the long conditioning sessions.
The conditioning by first Mistress Angela and since by Mistress Catherine had
removed even the smallest traces of independence in Alice. She depended utterly
on others to make even the smallest decisions: when to eat, when to go to the
toilet, what to wear and when in the company of strangers even what to say.
Alice loved her mistress unconditionally and was unable to remember a time when
she had been independent. It seemed to Alice that she must have been born this
way: a fully-grown oversexed sissy-slave.
Mistress Catherine, however, was growing tired of Alice. The conditioning had
gone so far that there were no challenges left and even the sport of the torture
sessions was getting old. So she decided that it was time to get a new sissy to
train and she knew just whom it should be. At the office she had hired a young
man, a boy really, just nineteen years old. He did odd jobs around the office
and he was perfect: no family, no friends and he had a slightly feminine way
about him. Whenever Mistress Catherine talked to him, he blushed and looked away
so it was a safe bet that he had a crush on her. Luring him over to her place
would be almost too easy. She would of course have to train him from scratch,
but Mistress Catherine thought that it was far too long since she had done
something like that, so it was about time. She had all the pieces in place and
was ready to go.
All that remained was what to do about Alice and of course she had plan here
also. Mistress Catherine had recently met another mistress who ran a whorehouse
catering to the most perverse only. All the whores were slaves and they were
subjected to the harshest and most perverse treatment. Some the mistress in
question, Mistress Latifa, caught and trained herself, while others were bought.
Mistress Latifa had all kinds of slaves: men, women and all stages in between.
For most of the slaves at Mistress Latifa's establishment life was harsh and
brutal, and on average they lasted just six months before being completely worn
out.
But before Mistress Catherine sold Alice to Mistress Latifa, she wanted to have
some sport with her. One Saturday morning after breakfast Mistress Catherine
started what was to be her last torture session with Alice. She started out by
stripping Alice until she stood completely naked, wearing only her heels, a
collar and her chastity sleeve humming away as it stimulated the needy slave.
Alice did her best not to squirm, but her need was too powerful for her to stand
completely still even after years of punishment. Then Mistress Catherine threw
her a pair of boots and ordered her to put them on. As always this meant that
she had to sit down, since she was unable to stand flatfooted. The boots were
brutal: made of black leather and laced up to just below the knee, they were
ballet-toed with ten-inch heels. Standing in them without help was out of the
question. Nonetheless that was what Mistress Catherine demanded that she do.
When Alice had fallen for the third time, Mistress Catherine exploded: "You
useless piece of slave shit! You really are growing more and more worthless by
the minute!" Alice tried apologizing but it was no use. Mistress Catherine had
long since decided what would happen to her; she just liked the drama. First she
put rubber mittens on Alice's hands, rendering them useless. Then, twisting her
arm so that she had compete control over her, she helped Alice walk to the
padded cross in the basement, where she strapped her up.
Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity Mistress Catherine
then started whipping Alice. She used a modified, shorted version of a bullwhip
so that she wouldn't kill Alice, but still the whipping had Alice screaming in
no time. The screaming didn't stop Mistress Catherine, but rather encouraged
her. By the time Mistress Catherine stopped the whipping, Alice was covered in
angry red welts, only her face untouched. Her head hung down as she sobbed and
tried to mumble excuses to Mistress Catherine. Mistress Catherine was just
getting started and her next move was to rub Alice in a special ointment. The
ointment smelled sweet enough and at first it felt pleasantly cool against her
damaged skin. That soon changed as it began inducing a burning sensation in her
skin, a sensation that grew and grew in intensity until Alice was screaming at
the top of her lungs. Mistress Catherine just stood back and watched as Alice
thrashed and screamed. Even though she had grown tired of her, Alice stills
screamed most satisfactorily and Mistress Catherine brought herself to several
orgasms while watching Alice scream in pain.
Finally, after almost and hour, the effect started to wear off and after almost
an one and a half hours Alice hung limply on the cross, completely spent. Not
that Mistress Catherine was finished, far from it. She untied the almost
unconscious sissy from the cross and made her crawl across the floor for the
next part of the torture. Alice perked up a great deal when Mistress Catherine
removed her butt-plug/battery pack and her chastity device. In spite of the pain
and exhaustion, her member became instantly hard. She was, however, smart enough
to not try to masturbate.
Out of the floor rose a very large dildo made of steel with hard ridges along
its entire length. Fortunately Alice was very lithe because Mistress Catherine
made her slide down on the dildo, forcing her legs into a split until all of her
leg touched the ground as did almost her crotch. Her legs were then secured to
the floor by tying them to rings already embedded in the cement floor. Behind
Alice's back a thick metal pole rose and Mistress Catherine used this to secure
Alice so that she had almost no freedom of movement left. First she tied Alice
hands in a back prayer and then she secured Alice collar to the pole. Alice was
now impaled on the dildo and tied to the pole, sitting on the floor, her legs
split as wide as they would possibly go. The position was very strained and more
than a little painful, but still her cock stood throbbing with need and Alice's
eyes pleaded with Mistress Catherine to please allow her to cum. Mistress
Catherine smiled cruelly down on her slave. Then she produced a box full of
needles, which made Alice cry with fear. This only made Mistress Catherine smile
even more as she started the torture. Soon Alice was screaming and pleading as
her tits were gradually covered with needles. When she was finished Alice was a
sobbing whimpering wreck. Mistress Catherine stood towering above her, looking
as sexy and dominant as ever. Even though Alice was in extreme pain she couldn't
help but feel great affection for this cruel woman, but she was a little
surprised that her genitals had remained untouched.
This reason for this became apparent as Mistress Catherine did something most
unusual for a torture session. Mistress Catherine wore black, leather Oxfords
with seven-inch heels made from ultra-thin metal. Now she used the sole of her
shoe to stimulate Alice's throbbing cock. She pressed Alice's cock against the
cold cement floor and rubbed it between the sole of her shoe and the cold, hard
and gritty cement floor. It was painful, somewhat like having your cock rubbed
with sandpaper while it was being squeezed hard, but it was also extremely
arousing. Alice moaned, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the
sensation. This was by far the most sexually arousing treatment she had been
subjected to in years and she felt her orgasm building rapidly. And then,
against all hope, Mistress Catherine allowed her to cum. She stepped extra hard
on Alice's while grinding it into the floor and Alice exploded in a mind-blowing
orgasm. She screamed and thrashed as her cum spewed out on the floor in a
seemingly endless stream. Alice babbled out incoherent expressions of gratitude
to Mistress Catherine as she was tied and impaled on the floor. In spite of the
pain it had been perhaps the best orgasm of her life.
However, the relaxed feeling in her whole body that Alice was experiencing, was
not to last. Without warning Mistress Catherine kicked Alice in the balls with
the pointy toe of her high-heeled Oxfords. The shock and the pain were so bad
that Alice couldn't even scream. But it was only the beginning as Mistress
Catherine started an avalanche of kicks to Alice's groin. The pain was
excruciating and soon Alice found her voice and started screaming her head off
before vomiting and loosing consciousness. Mistress Catherine patiently cleaned
up the vomit, woke Alice up and continued where she had let up. After fifteen
minutes of kicking Alice's balls were beginning to swell up, so Mistress
Catherine changed tactics. She started using her sharp stiletto heels instead.
She pressed the heel into one of Alice's testicles until Alice was beside
herself with pain and it looked like the sack was about to pop. She held her
heel there for endless minutes before relieving the pressure. Then she moved on
the next testicle. She alternated between Alice's balls like that for what
seemed like ages. Alice fainted several times, but Mistress Catherine just woke
her up before continuing.
This went on for quite a while and Alice was sure that she had been permanently
damaged when Mistress Catherine stopped. Although she was ready to collapse
Alice babbled out her incoherent thank-yous to Mistress, glad that it was over.
Only it wasn't over. Mistress Catherine knelt down in front of Alice, took her
chin and forced her to look her in the eyes. "Slave," she said, "I have grown
tired of you; bored with your presence. So I'm selling you." Alice started to
cry in earnest when she heard this, but Mistress Catherine slapped her face and
continued: "Shut you worthless slut! Before I sell you, however, I have one
final thing to do to you: I'm going to remove your useless nuts." Alice screamed
in fear as she heard this. Her balls were probably badly damaged already, but at
least she still had them. Now Mistress Catherine wanted to castrate her and the
thought filled Alice with terror. But there was nothing she could do about it.
With an evil smile Mistress Catherine produced a nutcracker. To the sound of
Alice's pleas for mercy turning into screams of pain, she used the nutcracker to
destroy Alice's balls. She used it until each testicle was almost shapeless.
Alice had passed out a couple of times, but each time Mistress Catherine had
woken her up before continuing. Alice had screamed until her voice had broken,
so she had nothing left as Mistress Catherine stood up for the final phase of
the torture. Again using her sharp heels, she stepped on Alice's testicles until
they popped. She continued stepping until she had opened a gash in the testicle
sacks and blood was oozing out on the floor. The final humiliation came when
Mistress Catherine reached into the badly damage testicle sacks and took out
Alice's mangled balls and ordered her to eat them. Alice cried and begged, but
there was no escape. In the end she swallowed her own balls.
Her time as Mistress Catherine's slave was over as she was sent off to the
doctor to repair some of the damage. When she came back her crotch was smooth
except for the pathetic and useless appendage, which hung there, tiny and limp.
Alice was a sad, docile and sexless slave as Mistress Catherine sealed her in a
crate and shipped her off to Mistress Latifa. She cried inconsolably, but there
were no goodbyes between them. The goodbye had effectively been when Mistress
Catherine had forced her to eat her own balls.
Alice stayed in the box for two days before she arrived at Mistress Latifa's
whorehouse. As she blinked against the light Mistress Latifa looked down on her.
Mistress Latifa was a tall and fat black woman. As she looked down on her new
slave she sneered in contempt: "Two months I give you," she said, "Then they
will have worn you out. Useless skinny bitch." Then she turned around and walked
away, leaving Alice to her attendants.
Alice was immediately enrolled as a whore in Mistress Latifa's stable. She was
outfitted with the standard uniform for feminine creatures at Mistress Latifa's
brothel: black, leather boots, ankle high with three-inch platforms and nine-
inch stiletto heels, locked on her feet. Her hands were permanently encased in
mitten, as were all the slaves' hands, and around her neck was a broad, black
leather collar.
There was no training since the customers were men and women of very special and
very different tastes. Besides, it just wasn't economical to train the slaves.
Instead she was pushed into a large room where all the slaves, not occupied with
a customer, sat waiting for one. Once in a while a customer showed up and picked
a slave who was then dragged off. There were all kinds of slaves in the room:
men, women, sissies and women forced to act like boys and men. The other slaves
acknowledged her presence with a nod at most, but all sat silently so as not to
incur the wrath of the guards posted by the entrance. Alice noticed that she
wasn't the only one who had been castrated. There was another sissy who not only
lacked balls, but also arms. The sissy sat on a dildo-stool, her useless sex
hanging limply between her legs, waiting for a customer to lift her off the
pole. In a corner sat a man who had obviously been a bodybuilder. His hands were
in mittens, just like the others, and he was naked except for his collar, which
was chained to the wall in a way that forced him to crouch almost facing the
wall. His body was covered in welts from a recent whipping and when Alice caught
sight of his sex, she saw that he had been castrated too. Just like all the
other slaves he looked both resigned and terrified, just waiting for the next
cruel customer to come along.
Alice looked up and saw a woman approaching. She looked ordinary enough, dressed
in tight leather and stiletto boots, but when she saw Alice her face broke out
in a truly frightening grin and Alice guessed that she was going to have her
first customer.
THE END
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