LYNNE: CHAPTER 25: THE ULTIMATE HUMILIATION.
" Hurry up Lynne."
Lynne didn't need to be told to hurry up. Her orgasm was already building inside
her as she rubbed her wet and swollen clit. " I'm cumming Mistress.....I'm
cumm....." Lynne's words were cut off by the loud grunting and moaning noises
she made as she came on the floor at her Mistresses feet.
Lynne was still writhing on the floor in ecstasy when two men grabbed her by the
arms and dragged her from the room. She begged them to let her go through the
haze and desperation of her orgasm but they ignored her. She still had a finger
inside herself and was still making cum noises as the two men began to carry her
down the stairs. By the time they reached the first landing Lynne's orgasm was
lost, and the only noises she made now were the pathetic whimpering sounds. The
noises that only a cheap slut denied the full enjoyment of an orgasm can make.
Lynne was still panting and whining like a dog on heat when they threw her onto
a cold hard concrete floor. "You can use 'The Dog' if you want." One of the men
said before he shut a large oak door and locked it from the outside. Lynne was
still breathing heavily as she looked around a room she hadn't seen before. It
was about 20' X 20' with a bare concrete floor and concrete block walls. There
was a double bed in one corner and a Dog kennel in the other with a whipping
post in the middle and a few other devices of torture around the room; one wall
had whips and ropes and chains and an assortment of other items hanging off it.
Lynne heard a noise and looked over toward the dog kennel as a woman crawled out
of it. " Would you like to use me Mistress?" A woman said in a submissive voice.
Lynne looked at her, but didn't recognise her at first.
" Therese ?"
" I don't have a name anymore Mistress. I'm only 'The Dog'. I'm here to serve
the slaves. That's all I'm good for, I'm your slave Mistress, and you can use me
in any way you choose."
Lynne looked at Therese, the woman The Mistress had bought at the
auction that no one else wanted. She was on her hands and knees in
front of her kennel, wearing only G-string panties and a skimpy bra; both
made out of a light brown imitation fur; and a black flea collar around
her neck. Her tits were larger than Lynne remembered, and her short
dark brown hair was now just a spiky crew cut,
" What have they done to you......"
" They've found a use for me Mistress." Therese said smiling. Lynne remembered
her as a reasonably attractive woman, and although Lynne found it hard to use
the word attractive to describe the way Therese looked now; she liked the way
she looked.
As she looked over at Therese Lynne realised more than ever that there was no
point trying to analyse why she was the way she was; why she enjoyed being
treated like a cheap whore; why she wanted to be a slave.
Therese had willingly submitted herself to the ultimate humiliation. She was a
slave for the slaves; and was now called 'The Dog.' But it was what she wanted;
it was how she wanted to be treated. By what right should anybody judge her. She
was hurting no one; and what validity could be placed on the argument that she
was hurting herself? She was a mature, intelligent and educated woman with a
degree in psychology. Does she not have the right to choose her own life,
whether others feel she is hurting herself or not. Therese was truly happy being
'The Dog.' It satisfied all her needs and she felt fulfilled as a person. How
many 'normal' people are truly happy ? How many 'normal' people lead lives that
fulfill them. Lynne wasn't going to judge Therese and didn't care if others
chose to judge her.
" What can I do to please you Mistress?" Therese, now known only as 'The Dog'
asked softly. " You can eat my cunt Dog. That's what you can do for me." Lynne's
orgasm had been interrupted, but now she had the woman known as "The Dog" to
take care of that for her.
" Yes Mistress." Therese replied quickly as she crawled over towards where Lynne
was lying on the floor.
" Not on the floor you stupid bitch." Lynne snapped at her.
"On the bed."
" Yes Mistress." Therese helped Lynne up and followed her over to the bed.
Lynne lied on her back with her feet still on the floor. Therese knelt between
her legs and buried her face in Lynne's wet crotch.
" Lick my arse hole." Lynne demanded and Therese obeyed. Lynne enjoyed Therese's
tongue on her cunt and up her arse for as long as she could hold out for. " I
want to cum now Dog." Lynne panted desperately as she pushed Therese's head away
and got up on her hands and knees on the bed with her arse in Therese's face. "
Now stick your tongue up my arse as far as you can Dog." Lynne moaned as she
reached between her legs and rubbed her clit.
" Oh Fuck. That's it Dog. Stick your tongue right up my arse hole. Yes that's it
Dog.....That's a good Dog..." Lynne screamed out when she came. She buried her
face in the bed calling out for The Dog to lick her arse hole as her orgasm
ripped through her body. Lynne's orgasm was so intense, so ferocious that she
lost all control and urinated on the bed.
Eventually the sheer brutality of her orgasm eased and she reached behind her
and pushed 'The Dog' away, and enjoyed the last moments of pleasure on her own,
then she collapsed exhausted on the bed.
" Fuck that was incredible......" Lynne panted after a while and she rolled over
to look down at Therese who was curled up on the floor looking up at her
Mistress.
" Did I please you Mistress?" Therese asked meekly. " If I fail to please
you, you can advise your Mistress and she will have me thrown out on
the Streets. I will not be given any second chances, you're Mistress made
that very clear; and you or any of the other slaves can have me thrown
out on the street when ever you want. Please don't have me thrown out
on the street Mistress. I am yours to do with as you please Mistress; I'll
do anything you want, anything "
" You pleased me Dog." Therese's face lit up for a moment. Living day to day on
the whim of the other slaves was a humiliating and nerve wracking existence for
the woman known as 'The Dog.' But it thrilled her in a way she'd never
experienced before. Lynne could tell from looking at her that Therese was a
woman who had found where she belonged.
" Stand up and give me a look at you Dog." Therese stood up immediately and
turned around slowly so Lynne could look at her. Lynne noticed the word Slave
tattooed on her right arse cheek and just above her right shoulder blade.
" Take off your bra and panties." Therese stepped out of her imitation fur
panties and unhooked her bra and threw them towards her kennel. Her cunt was
shaved and the tip of her clit poked out between her gleaming wet lips. Her tits
were only average in size but still sagged a little; her nipples were small but
stiff and a deep pink colour, her arse was nice, but she could lose a few
pounds.
" You've got a bit of a fat arse, and your tits droop a bit."
" I'm sorry about my fat arse and droopy tits Mistress. I'm doing everything I
can to lose some weight and improve myself so as I am more appealing to my
Mistress's."
" Well you better hurry up and lose some weight off your fat arse. I don't like
it. "
" Yes Mistress, I will Mistress."
Lynne enjoyed insulting and belittling Therese; but in truth, she was attracted
to her and she liked her.
" I'd like to see you cum Therese."
" How would you like me to make myself cum for you Mistress?"
" I don't care.....just lie there and finger yourself....."
" Yes Mistress." Therese said passively as she spread her legs and quickly
shoved two fingers up herself.
" May I stick a finger up my arse Mistress?"
" Yes Dog, you may."
Therese slid the middle finger of her other hand up her arse hole. Lynne watched
as Therese's finger quickly disappeared all the way up to the knuckle. She
watched as 'The Dog' quickly brought herself to the brink of orgasm.
" May I cum for you now Mistress." Therese asked breathlessly.
" No, not yet. " Lynne said in an annoyed voice. "You cum too easily. I want to
watch you play with yourself some more."
" Yes Mistress." Therese panted trying not to cum. Lynne watched as Therese
stuck four fingers up herself, and then her thumb as well.
" May I stick my hand up my cunt please Mistress?" Therese's voice was shaking,
and filled with desperation.
" Yes." Lynne watched Therese's fingers disappear up her cunt; watched the
expression on her face." Stick your whole hand up your dirty big cunt." Lynne
said in a suddenly heated voice, her own passion building again.
Therese's face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she forced her
hand up inside herself, until only her wrist was visible.
" Do you like having your hand up your cunt Dog, your whole hand up your dirty
cunt." Lynne panted.
" Yes Mistress, I love it."
" Do you want to cum now Dog?"
" I want to cum when you want me to Mistress. I want to cum for you." Lynne
watched Therese fisting herself and trying to hold back her orgasm. Lynne had
seen video's of women who could fist themselves, or have someone do it to them;
but she'd never seen any one actually do it. Watching Therese do it made her
own cunt drip. She licked her fingers and started rubbing her clit.
" Cum when I tell you to Dog." Lynne moaned.
" Yes Mistress."
Lynne reached behind herself and slid a finger up her arse while she rubbed her
clit furiously; her eyes fixed on the woman on the floor in front of her with
her whole hand up her cunt.
" Now Therese, cum now......"
" Yes Mistress." Therese cried out. " I'm cumming for you Mistress...."
The two women came together, screaming and grunting and crying out as they
thrashed around on the floor and the bed. Lynne watched Therese with her hand up
her cunt the whole time she came; " She's got her hand up her cunt. The slut's
got her whole hand up her cunt " Lynne panted over and over as she writhed
around on the bed.
She was completely and totally exhausted when her orgasm was finally over, and
drifted off to sleep; the image of Therese with her hand up her cunt and only
her wrist visible still in her mind; but it was images of Kristy that filled her
dreams.
When she awoke Therese had covered her with a blanket and was lying on the
floor beside her watching her.
" Is there anything I can do for you Mistress?"
" No Therese, you've done more than enough." Lynne said smiling at her.
Suddenly the door burst open and Monica walked in dressed as Rebecca used to
dress; big black leather boots; a black leather skirt and bra; and carrying a
crop. The crop smacked loudly on Therese's arse.
" Get in your fucking kennel Dog." Therese scurried across the floor and into
her kennel.
" Hi Monica..." Lynne said sitting up and smiling at her.
" Shut up slut." Monica snapped at her and Lynne grunted as the crop hit the
soft skin of her bare arse. " Get up." The crop bit into Lynne's skin three more
times as she quickly got to her feet.
" Bend over bitch." Monica's voice was filled with anger. Lynne bent over with
her hands on her knees and quickly felt the sting of the crop on her arse again.
" Don't speak to me like that you slut."
" I'm sorry Miss." Lynne said through the pain. " Please I'm sorry..."
She felt the sting of the crop a few more times before Monica told her to stand
up. Lynne had thought Monica was her friend; but she knew now she had no friends
in this world.
" I'm sorry Miss." Lynne said again out of fear of the crop as she stood up and
faced Monica. She winced as the crop slapped hard against the inside of her
thigh.
" Shut the fuck up slut." Lynne saw the look in Monica's eye and knew better
than to say she was sorry again; to say anything again. " Bend over again slut,
you obviously need to be taught how to shut up." Monica grabbed Lynne and bent
her over the bed; her hands resting on the bed; with her arse up in the air.
Lynne closed her eyes and tensed her body waiting for the sting of the crop on
her arse. But instead of a searing pain she felt the tip of the crop gently
running up the inside of her thighs and over the cheeks of her arse.
" When a slut like you is told to shut up Lynne, you do just that until you're
told you can speak. Do you understand?" Monica's voice was different this time,
softer with a hint of tenderness.
" Yes Miss, I understand." The crop smacked hard against the soft skin of
Lynne's arse and she cried out.
" You weren't given permission to speak slut." The crop hit her again, on the
inside of her thigh this time.
" You obviously don't understand Lynne; but I like that, because I like hitting
your fat arse with the crop. And you have got a fat arse, haven't you Lynne? "
Lynne hadn't been given permission to talk, but she yelped as the crop stung her
again. " I asked you a question slut. You answer when you're asked a question."
The crop struck her on the arse three times in quick succession. " Yes Miss,
I've got a fat arse. A big fat slut arse."
There was no right way to respond; if she didn't answer she'd be punished for
not answering; if she did answer she'd be punished for talking without
permission.
" Come with me little whore." Monica said and Lynne stood up and followed her to
the door. " On your knee's slut, where you belong."
Lynne crawled behind Monica as she led her through the familiar corridors and
into one of the bathrooms she had used before.
" Prepare her." Monica said to Cherie. " The Mistress wants to see her."
" Yes Miss." Cherie answered politely, her head bowed. " She's become a real
fucking bitch since The Mistress let her take over from Rebecca as her
assistant. She's worse than Rebecca was. Bitch."
Cherie was dressed in the little French Maid costume that Kelly used to wear.
Kelly and Rebecca were gone, they'd been sold at the Auction. Cherie and Monica
now filled the roles that the other women once did.
Cherie bathed Lynne, dried her and sprayed her body with a sweetly scented
perfume. Then she dressed her in a clean white Slave Girl outfit, and painted
her face with a lot of dark make-up. The collar and leash were put on her when
Monica returned.
Lynne crawled in silence behind Monica, her head bowed as she was led down some
corridors. Monica told her to stand up when they reached a doorway which Lynne
didn't remember having seen before. Monica put a blindfold and a ball gag on her
before leading her into the room and having her kneel on the floor.
" You certainly had a good time up on the Gold Coast. Didn't you little slut?"
The Mistress said in that voice of hers. Lynne got wet just listening to The
Blonde Woman talk. " I wonder what your little lesbian lover is doing now? Do
you still wish to give yourself to me as my slave?"
Lynne nodded her head in the direction of The Mistress's voice. Monica removed
Lynne's blindfold, and Cherie removed Kristy's blindfold. The two lovers stared
at each other in utter amazement. They were both in the same little white Slave
Girl outfits. Both were on their knees facing the other just a few feet away.
The woman they both wanted as their Mistress sat looking at them kneeling at her
feet.
The Mistress laughed quietly. She enjoyed the confused and bewildered
expressions on the faces of the two sluts at her feet.
" You were both sent up there for the same reason. I didn't plan for you to fall
for each other and become little lesbian lovers; but it amuses me that you did."
The Mistress paused while she enjoyed watching the two women looking at each
other.
" The problem of course is that I don't want or need two more slaves; I only
want one. Are either of you prepared to withdraw and let the other become my
slave?"
" No Mistress." Kristy said quickly.
" Me either Mistress." Lynne added before Kristy had finished.
" I didn't expect either of you would. You're both selfish little sluts with a
lot to learn. So who should I choose to be my new Slave?"
" Choose me Mistress, I'll do anything to please you." Kristy pleaded.
" I'll do anything to please you too Mistress." Lynne said, annoyed that she'd
let Kristy speak first again.
" Why should I choose you over Lynne, Kristy?"
" Because I'm younger than her Mistress, I'm prettier and I have a better body.
She's got a fat arse and her tits sag." Lynne glared at the woman she'd thought
she'd fallen in love with.
" Why should I choose you over Kristy, Lynne ?"
" Because she's flat chested and plain looking. Without all the make-up she
wears she's not attractive at all. But more importantly, I just know I can
please you better than she ever could." Kristy glared at Lynne the way she had
glared at her.
" I thought you two were lovers?" The Mistress said in a mocking tone.
" That was a mistake Mistress." Lynne said quickly.
" The biggest mistake I've ever made." Kristy added bitterly.
" Enough. Your little lovers quarrel doesn't interest me." The Mistress
interrupted. " I only want one of you and I don't care which it is. So we'll
have a little contest. The winner gets to be my slave. The fate of the loser
will be in the hands of the winner."
The Mistress paused for a moment, Lynne and Kristy were too confused to
comprehend what was going on; and what the Mistress had meant.
" There will be 13 rounds in the contest; which has started already ." The
Mistress said smugly.
Lynne and Kristy looked at each other with a mixture of expressions, neither had
taken any notice of much else. Both were still in a daze, neither had yet
recovered from finding out about the other.
They were in the room with the couch in front of the fire place where Lynne had
done things with Lexy and where Kristy had entertained her husband and The
Mistress with a large Doberman. Neither had taken any notice of The Mistress's
comment about the contest having already started either; until the sound of a
familiar voice from the corner of the room attracted their attention away from
each other.
" You've been a busy little slut while you've been away Kristy." The Mistress's
voice came from a large Television in the corner of the room.
The image on the screen was of Kristy on the floor at The Mistress's feet.
" I'm sorry Mistress." Kristy looked at herself and listened to herself.
" I'm going out in a few minutes Kristy, but I want to see you have an orgasm.
Hurry up and get yourself off for me."
" Yes Mistress. " Lynne watched Kristy roll onto her back and lift up her
little Slave Skirt; just as she had done. The image was paused with a close up
of Kristy's wet cunt on the screen.
" The winner here was the one who came the quickest for me." The Mistress said
and the image of Kristy on the screen continued as she slid two fingers inside
herself and rubbed her clit with her other.
" Hurry up Kristy." The Mistress's voice.
" I'm cumming Mistress.....I'm cumming for you....." Kristy's body arched and
she grunted loudly as she came. The image on the screen suddenly changed and
Lynne was on the floor at the Mistress's feet.
" You've been a busy little slut while you've been away Lynne." The Mistress's
voice.
" I'm sorry if I did anything wrong Mistress."
" I'm going out in a few minutes Lynne, but I want to see you have an orgasm.
Hurry up and get yourself off for me."
" Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Lynne and Kristy watched the image on the
screen as Lynne quickly rolled onto her back and lifted up her little Slave
Skirt. They watched her pull her cunt lips apart with one hand and rub her clit
with the other.
" Hurry up Lynne." The Mistress's voice, the same as she'd said to Kristy.
" I'm cumming Mistress.....I'm cumm....." Lynne's words were cut off by the loud
grunting and moaning noises she made as she came, and then the screen went
blank.
" Who came the quickest for me?" The Mistress teased them with the question.
Neither Kristy or Lynne were sure. They'd both cum very quickly, as all the
slaves did for their Mistress; but who came quickest?
" One of you have a point already. That leaves 12 points to be taken" The
Mistress said teasing them again. " Get them out of here."
Monica and Cherie led the two women from the room. They were both running the
images through their minds as they were led down the stairs and corridors and
into the cage room. Lynne was put into the same cage they'd always put her in.
Kirsty was put in the cage beside her; the one Monica used to be in.
The two women sat on their bunks staring at each other through the bars that
separated them. " I came quicker." Kristy said in a spiteful voice.
" I don't think so." Lynne snapped back; but she was unconvincing; she hated to
admit it, but she thought that Kristy had cum quicker too.
" I'm going to enjoy deciding your fate when I win this little contest."
Kristy said bitterly.
" I've seen you without your make-up on Kristy. I'll be the one deciding your
fate."
" And I've seen you without a bra on and your tits hanging down around your
knees you old whore." Kristy snapped back.
" I seem to remember one flat chested slut who couldn't keep her eyes or her
hands off my tits." Lynne said smugly.
Kristy was about to hit back with a comment about how unappealing
Lynne's "big fat slut arse" was when she saw Lynne bolt from her bunk
and kneel at the door to her cage. " Shit." Kristy swore to herself. She
hadn't heard the door to the cage room open, or heard the people
walking in; and Lynne had been the first to assume the position on her
knees at the door to her cage; Kristy quickly did the same,
" These are the two I was telling you about Zaheer." The Mistress said to a dark
skinned man in an expensive three piece suite. A slim and attractive Asian woman
with long black hair followed behind him. She was dressed in only a pair of
leather G-string panties and a set of shiny silver nipple clamps; the chain
looped down below her breasts and swayed slightly as she walked; the clamps
firmly attached to her nipples.
Cherie walked in after the Asian woman, she was completely naked except for a
gold chain around her waist and a shiny gold ring in her clitoris.
" What do you think they would be worth at the markets in Pakistan or Iran,
Zaheer? Which of them is worth the most ?"
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