Chapter 4
My training was now reaching full speed and I was handling the
maid's duties in the house, while at the same time spending a lot of
time with sex training. Diane, on the other hand, was clearly reaching
the end of her stay with Mistress. It was quit clear that a buyer would
soon be found for her and it seemed to fill her with a mixture of quiet
panic and resignation. She had been trained too well to rebel; yet she
disliked the idea of being sold greatly. Not that we talked about it
since speaking was strictly forbidden among the slaves. We had broken
the rule just once, but after a lengthy torture session, which among
other things involved electric shocks to our genitals for a period of
more than three hours, we had both given up ever speaking out of order
again. So she hadn't told me what she felt about her impending sale, but
from her body language it was quite clear that she dreaded it.
When the day finally came, it was completely without the sense of drama
I had expected. I had imagined a prospective buyer inspecting Diane
closely, probing and prodding her before lengthy bargaining session.
Instead I was one day instructed to tie up Diane. I did so as per
Mistress' instructions and soon Diane stood wrapped from her ankles to
her neck in a black, rubber cocoon, a huge black ball-gag in her mouth.
As I stood back Mistress stepped up to Diane and spoke: "I have finally
found a buyer for you, slut. Sylvia will pack you inside a box now and
you will be delivered to your new owner in the morning. Goodbye slave."
Both Diane and I were shocked at the abruptness of the sale and she
began to cry as she tried to plead. But there was no mercy. Acting on
Mistress' orders I sealed the crying sissy-slave's inside a thick rubber
hood and squeezed her bound form into a wooden crate lined with foam
rubber. Mistress checked that the air holes were free and then she
nailed the lid shut. An hour later a man came and drove off with the
crate. Mistress never told me who bought Diane and I haven't seen her
since.
The shockingly abrupt sale of Diane made me think once again of my
future as a slave. I was well on my way to becoming just as broken,
docile and submissive, as Diane had been right before she was sold, but
unlike Diane I liked what was being done to me to some extent. Still I
realized that I was reaching the point of no return and that if I wanted
a life of my own, I had better make my getaway before it was too late.
The possibility that it was already too late and that the point of no
return had been passed months ago did cross my mind, but I chose to
ignore it.
My chance, or so I thought, came three days later when the doorbell
rang. I was in the parlor dusting and Mistress had just arrived back
from town. She stood right next to the door and I saw as she opened it,
but I couldn't see who stood on the other side. As she opened the door I
heard a man's voice speak: "Good afternoon, ma'am. We're looking for
this young man, Tom Josephson, who disappeared some months ago. I was
wondering if you had seen him?" At hearing my name my heart leapt with
hope. The police were here to rescue me! My hopes were dashed as
Mistress replied: "Sure I've seen this one, only now she's called Sylvia
and is working hard to become a little sissy-slave." The two policemen
entered the hall, looked at me and chuckled a little: "We thought so
Miss Maitresse. We just wanted to make sure that no crazed freak is
running around kidnapping young men. Sheriff Masterton is on vacation
and apparently he forgot to tell us about this one. We'll just file it
under a hit-and-run accident and tell the state police that we already
buried the remains. Sorry to have bothered you ma'am." When I realized
that they were in on it too I began to cry. My chances of escape were
approaching zero. Mistress on the other seemed to welcome the
opportunity as she said to the policemen: "No bother at all boys. Say,
how about taking a little break from all the policing to teach the
little sissy a thing or two. She's in the middle of her sex training and
she hasn't yet tried having two guys fuck her at the same time. How
about it boys?" The two policemen didn't think about it for more than
two seconds and soon I was standing in the elevator being felt up by the
two policemen as they laughed at my tears. Both obviously thought it
very funny that I had thought they were there to rescue me. In the
dungeon they soon had me on my knees. On all fours, unbound and ungagged
they started by using a nightstick to probe my ass - only deep, very
deep. The anal intrusion turned me on as always and pretty soon I was
begging them to fuck me, crying for some cock in my ass. The cold, hard
and unforgiving nightstick made me lust for intrusions that were even
bigger and I soon even begged them to fist me. Mistress was delighted
and soon I was blowing one policeman while the other had his whole hand
up my ass. This went on for hours until I was utterly spent and the
policemen left my in a puddle of semen on the floor.
I have since come to suspect that the whole thing had been arranged by
Mistress to break me, because it had the effect of crushing the last
hope of escape in me. After that episode I accepted my fate and gave in,
becoming just as docile as Diane had been. A week later my chains were
removed since it was now quite clear that I wouldn't try to escape. The
removal of my chains and gag made me cry because I knew that Mistress
was right. My conditioning was complete and even approaching the door
without the permission of Mistress made me tremble with fear.
Sex training was now stepped up a couple of notches and soon not a day
went by without a visitor. Since I loved being fucked up the ass, I soon
became quite good at pleasing men with it, moving it just so, squeezing
the cock just right and eventually milking the cock from every drop of
cum. I gained a reputation and a very large portion of the male
population of Mastersville came by to fuck my ass. Since I also liked
giving head my training progressed quickly and soon emphasis was given
to the more specialized ways of providing pleasure to a man: using my
massive boobs in various ways, handjobs of every description, handling
more than two men at a time and even using my feet to make a man cum.
After a month or so I was ready for the finishing touches.
Mistress thought that the best way for me to learn the final touches
would be for me to act as a slave for someone on a semi-permanent basis.
To that end I was first sent to the Meister's house. Here Mr. Meister
and his son Jason used me mercilessly. There was no Mrs. Meister so I
had to take care of the house while at the same time proving service to
the two men. The slave boy I had seen earlier had been sold and Meister
had not yet acquired a new one. This meant that I had their undivided
attention. Night and day I was taken by them, and after every fucking
they would tell me what to improve on. Jason was especially active and I
must admit that my heart leapt every time he touched me. His father was
good, but Jason was an expert. I had no doubt that he had already
surpassed his old man, both as a master and as a lover. I trembled with
delight when I think of his cock moving expertly in my ass as I pleaded
and begged for release, pleaded and begged to belong to him.
Every morning I rose hours before them, got myself ready for the day,
cooked breakfast and woke them up ever so gently. On the fourth morning
I woke Jason up with a gentle cock sucking, greedily drinking first his
morning urine and then his cum. When I had sucked the last of his cum
out I begged him to buy me. I could imagine nothing better than to be
owned by him. Jason just laughed and slapped my face: "Stupid bitch. To
even imagine that you have any say in that matter is an insult. Now both
Mistress Maitresse and I will have to punish you." I knew that I would
be punished for my presumptuousness, but I thought that I might impress
him with my devotion; so every morning for the rest of my stay I
repeated the same plea. All I got for it was severe punishment and my
heart broken. As Mistress led me back to be punished even harder I was
in constant pain from all the beatings Jason had given me and my heart
was broken that this cruel man wouldn't have me.
After a full day of severe punishment I had learned my lesson. Never
again would I presume to ask anything for myself. I was a slave and
should be grateful for whatever was done to me.
Next I was placed at Sheriff Masterton's house. Although I did not fall
for anyone in that household, I liked it quite a bit. Apart from the
sheriff, who always had time for a good hard fucking no matter what he
was doing, there was also his wife, Theresa. In spite of what one might
think, she didn't seem the least bit jealous of all the attention I was
getting. She got more than her fair share of attention and she loved to
play with me. Her ideas of what constituted play were quite broad:
fisting me, torturing me, making me grovel, dressing me up in ridiculous
costumes and making me do all manner of demeaning things. Once she
stripped me naked except for my chastity device, my corset and my high
heels and made me stand on all fours. Then she tied my legs so that my
calves were fused with my thighs and my forearms with my upper arms,
making me walk on my knees and elbows. Then she collared me, gagged me,
attached a leash to the collar and led me out the door. She made me walk
all the way into town on my knees and elbows. Along the way we met one
of her friends who was out walking her dog. The dog was a huge
Rottweiler and from the second we stopped he had his eyes on me. Soon he
was sniffing me and in less than a minute he was trying to mount me. I
squealed with terror and tried to hide behind Mistress Theresa. The two
ladies laughed a little, talked a little and then Mistress Theresa
ordered me to stand still: "Now you had better be good, you useless
little bitch! Brutus hasn't had a fuck in a while so he is needy. And
you are after all nothing but a slave." Trembling with fear I stood
still as Brutus mounted me from behind. To my surprise Brutus was
actually gentle of sorts. He scratched me a little, but his cock was not
very big and my ass was used to the attention. It wasn't very long
before he shot his load up my ass. Humiliating me intensely, both the
ladies laughed as Brutus semen leaked out of my ass. But the humiliation
didn't end there. The ladies accompanied each other into town and when
they went into a store I was tied outside together with Brutus. I felt
like I was going to die from the humiliation as he took me three times
more that day while we were standing outside different stores, people
laughing and pointing at us. My head was bowed in shame as Mistress
Theresa led me home, Brutus walking beside me as if I was his property.
At the Masterton's house Mistress Theresa made everyone laugh as she
told my story at the dinner table and eventually they made me get down
on my knees and bark like a dog, just to shown them what I was.
The Masterton's had twin boys still living at home, even though they
were old enough to attend college. The twins required a great deal of
attention since they were horny almost constantly. They would fuck me in
the morning, come home for a midday fuck, and fuck me mercilessly after
school. In the evening my services were required regularly and during
the night I slept at the foot of their bed so I could be at hand to
relieve the pressure. Not that they didn't have girlfriends. They did,
but the two girls just came over to join the fun. After less than a week
I was exhausted from their constant need. On top of all the people
requiring my sexual services, I had to take care of the house and soon I
was getting no more than an hour or so of sleep in order to keep up.
Still the constant sexual attention turned me on and perversely made me
feel special. I was now fully trained and conditioned as a slave and I
now relished in my role as a sissy-slave.
After a few weeks at the Masterton's house I was due back at Mistress'
house, but the twins had something special in mind for me, sort of as a
going-away gift. One evening they tied my hands behind my back, gagged
me and threw in the trunk of their car, naked except for my bindings, my
stilettos, my corset and my collar. After a short drive the trunk was
opened and strong arms lifted me out. I was slung over the shoulder of
one of the twins and carried into a locker room. Inside the locker room
the entire college football team was waiting for me. I knew that the
twins had made the team from the talk at the dinner table, but I hadn't
thought much about it. I did now as the twins undid my hands and
ungagged me and ordered me to get started. That night all the players
fucked me at least twice each. Several times during the night I had a
cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass and was giving handjobs with both
hands. When it was over I as more dead than alive and with cum leaking
from all my openings and smeared all over my body, the twins simply
wrapped me up in a tarp and threw me in the trunk before driving me
back.
When they led me back to Mistress the next day I could barely walk. I
was so sore from the fucking I thought I would never again be able to
close my ass. Mistress wasn't the least bit angry with the twins for
abusing me so badly. Rather she laughed out loud when they described the
orgy to her and praised them for their ingenuity.
After they had left she turned to me: "Well slave, I guess you are ready
to be sold." I had known that the day would be coming, but still I
wasn't prepared and I began crying. I had come to like my existence as
Mistress' slave, even though she had done terrible and irreversible
things to me. The woman had robbed me of my future and I knew that I
should hate her, but her conditioning combined with my natural
submissiveness had made me love it. I was a slave now and there was no
way around it. And since she was the one who had made me into what I was
now, I felt very attached to her. Who knew who would buy me? Mistress
saw all this in my face and laughed: "I knew that you would love it. You
are just a natural born slave." I accepted her assessment and meekly
followed her inside as she continued: "I have found a buyer for you. He
will take possession of you soon. But don't worry. I won't be far away:
he's a local boy." As she said this, my heart skipped a beat from pure
joy. I was sure that it must be Jason who had bought me. Mistress didn't
tell me who my new owner was and it would be a few days before I found
out. She had decided that the gangbanging I had received from the
football team had been brutal enough to warrant a break for me. After
all it was bad form to deliver damaged goods to the customers. So for
the next few days I was hardly used at all. Instead I spent most of my
time cleaning the house and worrying about who my new owner would be. I
hoped intensely that it would be Jason, but I feared that it would turn
out to be a cruel and disgusting old man, like Mr. Houseman, who would
just turn me into a human toilet. The thought made me weak with fear and
revulsion.
Finally the day when I would be delivered to my new owner arrived.
Mistress made sure that I looked good. I wore only the bare minimum
slave attire: my chastity tube, black, leather Oxfords with ultra-thin
metal eight-inch stilettos, a black, leather corset with steel supports
constricting my waist down to fifteen inches and a broad, black leather
collar encircled my neck. She sealed my hands inside black, rubber
mittens and tied them in a back prayer, securing them to the back of my
collar and in my mouth she inserted a monster of a ring-gag, which I was
sure would dislocate my jaw. Then she put steel cuffs on my ankles and
connected them with a steel chain no more than five inches long. Finally
she produced a sign she attached to my collar, hanging down my front and
resting on my massive tits. Before hanging it from my collar she showed
it to me. It read: "Property of Master Sakamoto, Whiplash Terrace #8.
Please abuse the bitch before letting her go." I cried when I realized
that my owner wasn't Jason after all, but Mistress would have none of
it. Slapping my face hard she said to me: "Useless bitch! You are
property, nothing more. You have no right to question who your owner
is." Leading me towards the door she continued: "Master Sakamoto lives
on the other side of town. You will walk down Main Street and turn right
up Fern Hill. Then it's straight ahead for about a mile before you have
to turn left onto Whiplash Terrace. Number eight is the last house on
the road. On your way now." She opened the door and pushed me out as I
realized that I would have to walk all the way to my new owner! It was
several miles! Not only was my outfit intensely provocative and
humiliating, but also my footwear and the chain connecting my ankles
meant that I would only be able to take the tiniest of steps. The trip
would take hours, maybe even a whole day! I turned around to plead with
Mistress, but she had already closed the door.
Despair gripped me. In theory I could use this chance to try and escape,
but I knew that that was just a dream. The whole town was in on the
slavery thing and I had no doubt that Mistress had fitted me with a
tracking device. I had no choice but to obey. Just getting down from the
steps leading up to Mistress' door proved a formidable challenge, but
finally I made my way ever so slowly down her driveway, mincing along in
my eight-inch heels, taking tiny steps because of the chain. I had just
reached the end of the driveway and was about to take my first step onto
the road leading into town when the first car stopped. The man inside
wasted no time and in seconds I was on my knees while he fucked my face.
When he had shot his load he just left me standing on my knees and drove
off. Getting up was nearly impossible and it felt like it took more than
an hour before I got up. I hadn't even taken fifty steps before the next
car stopped. Inside were two college students, a boy and a girl. They
took turns fisting me while the other used my mouth and they two left me
on my knees as they drove off. As the car disappeared I began to cry as
I realized how long it would take for me to make it across town to
Master Sakamoto.
Mistress' house lay a mile outside town. She had shoved me out her door
early in the morning, about seven o'clock, but by the time I reached the
outskirts of town it was already noon. Seven more cars had pulled up to
abuse me and already I was beginning to get sore. The only positive
thing was that I was now getting the hang of getting up with my feet
chained together. Once I entered town and set foot on Main Street, my
pace slowed to almost zero. Everyone I met wanted to do something to me,
and not everybody wanted to fuck me. Some just wanted to torture me, and
gradually my body was covered in welts and bruises. Others used me as a
container for their piss and soon I was filling up with all the semen
and urine I had swallowed. At many stores I was pulled inside to provide
service to the customers and at every bar or restaurant I passed I was
pulled inside and gangbanged. By late afternoon I had barely reached a
quarter of the way down Main Street and I was beginning to realize that
it would be a matter days and not hours before I reached Master
Sakamoto's house. When night fell I was dragged inside a large sports
bar. The owner heard my needy cries and allowed me to piss in a large
bottle before handing me over to his customers. I spent the whole night
in that bar getting fucked or tortured the whole time. By now my body
was a mass of bruises and all my orifices were so tender I felt like
screaming whenever someone touched them. The bar closed at dawn and the
owner finally released me.
I was ready to collapse from exhaustion, but I knew that I had to get as
far as I could before people began to fill the street. For the first few
hours I made good progress, my only "customers" being the mailman and
the milkman. It was also good not to be fucked quite so much and I was
getting my hopes up for actually making it out of town when the morning
rush hour started. This again stopped my progress completely for two
hours as people filled the streets, everyone wanting a piece of the
action. By eleven o'clock I began to make progress again and had reached
halfway down Main Stress when lunchtime began to get underway. Again my
progress was halted as I spent the hours around lunch on my knees in the
same place.
When I was finally allowed to fight my way back to my knees I was ready
to drop from exhaustion. I had had nothing to eat since leaving
Mistress' house, but I wasn't really hungry. Rather I felt like I was
about to burst from all the liquid inside me. It felt like I had drunk
gallons of cum and piss. This also meant that I desperately needed to
take a leak myself. This was impossible right here in the center of town
so I tried once again to get on my way. As late afternoon approached and
I had only moved a few blocks away from the center of town, I could hold
my bladder no more. I had to pee, so I sought out a couple of garbage
cans stationed between two buildings. Thinking no one would see, I stood
next to the garbage can and let go. As the stream of piss exploded from
my bladder, causing me some pain because my cock was so compressed by
the chastity tube, I almost cried from relief. I was so absorbed by the
relief that I didn't notice a police car pulling up beside the curb. As
the last drops of urine flushed out of me and I turned to walk on, I was
met by Sheriff Masterton. He had a very stern look on his face and the
first thing he did was to slap me so hard that I fell down: "Filthy,
little shit!" he shouted, "Pissing in the street is fucking filthy. I'll
have to punish you!" I tried gurgling apologies, but soon I was sitting
in the back seat of his police cruiser. As the car left the curb I
suddenly realized was my punishment would be and began to beg and cry.
The sheriff just laughed and said that I had deserved it. He drove me
all the way down to the bar I had left early in the morning before
stopping the car. Then he pulled me out, fucked my ass while I lay
across the hood of the car and left me. Realizing that I had just wasted
a whole day made me break down and cry. Not that I was allowed to cry
for long. Minutes later I was again on my knees, licking pussy on some
woman. Luckily I wasn't dragged into the same bar and actually managed
to get a full block before night fell and I was again pulled into a
crowded bar. Once again I spent the whole night there before being
released in the morning.
By now I was so exhausted that I collapsed on the pavement outside the
bar. I slept there most of the morning, occasionally waking up as
someone demanded my services. Around noon I got on my feet again only to
be stopped by the crowds at lunch. Making slow progress I passed the
garbage cans I had pissed next to, late in the evening. Miraculously I
wasn't pulled into a bar that night and actually almost managed to get
almost the whole way out of town before collapsing in dreamless sleep.
On the morning of the fourth day I got up to walk out of the town center
and on to Fern Hill. By midday I was making good progress and I could
actually see Whiplash Terrace when I got the final nasty surprise of my
journey. A school buss pulled up beside me and as the college football
team began coming out of the buss with big grins on their faces, I
screamed and actually tried to run. This was of course not only futile,
but probably spurred them on. The football team abused until the sun
went down and when they were all done fucking me, they formed a circle
around me and pissed on me, drenching me completely with their urine.
It was the middle of the night when they left me and I was so exhausted
that it took me hours to get on my feet again. Finally, as first light
broke on the fifth day, I reached Master Sakamoto's house. As the sun
rose I slowly made my way up to the front door and managed to ring the
doorbell. To my surprise it was Master Sakamoto himself who opened the
door. In spite of the name Master Sakamoto didn't look very Japanese.
His features were only slightly Asian. But he was very big and looked
very muscular. Not that I noticed this on this morning. I had almost
reached the end of my endurance and barely managed to drop to my knees
to kiss him shoes. My body was one big mass of bruises and welts and cum
was leaking out of both my ass and mouth. The football team had washed
away most of the cum on my body, but now I stank of stale piss, my whole
body being drenched in it. Not wanting such a filthy slave inside his
house, he ordered me to crawl after him to the garage. Here he used a
garden hose with ice-cold water to wash me both inside and out. Normally
I would have thought it a punishment to be flushed out like that, but on
this morning I thought it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for
me. The cold water not only washed the disgusting urine away, but the
cold also numbed my body, soothing the aches. I cried with gratitude and
tried to communicate this to my new owner. Master didn't care, however.
Without speaking, he slung me over his shoulder and carried me into his
house, dripping and wet. He could easily have made me walk or crawl, but
I took this as a good sign and continued crying with gratitude. Master
carried into his dungeon where he released my hands. The pain was
immense as full circulation was finally restored. Master left all my
other bindings as he threw a blanket over me and said: "Sleep slave.
Tomorrow I will inform you of your new life." Again I cried with
gratitude as sleep claimed me.
