Debased

Back in the 1960s and 70s a French artist by the name of Joseph Farrel created a sizeable number of BDSM drawings.  He felt that the drawings were works in themselves and that people should make up their own stories to go with them.  Later the drawings were published with short vignettes by Robert Merodack and others.  Joseph Farrel is sadly now dead and much of his work is out of print.

For my own amusement I have written my own short stories to accompany some of the drawings.  Here is one of them.  Let me know what you think.

DEBASED

Lady Anne Fitzherbert was an executive PA, as highly appreciated for her professional skills as for her distinguished allure and well-bred elegance.  Unfortunately her boss was also her husband and his business sense was not always very clever.  The presence of Anne had often helped to rectify critical situations before they got completely out-of-hand.

The last one, though, had been really doomed, and while desperately trying to extricate the company, Anne had seriously offended the clients, a lady and her daughter.  Roger, Anne's husband, was obliged to offer them some form of compensation in return for their future cooperation.  Diana and Edith decided to exact their revenge by demanding that Anne submit to an exemplary sexual humiliation.  

Outraged, Lady Anne had initially refused to submit but in the end she had no choice.  There followed a long discussion in her husband’s office and in the presence of her own secretary, during which Anne nearly fainted with shame at hearing the most embarrassing and appalling propositions made against her feminine decency.  After exquisitely detailed discussions and negotiation of the proposals she was forced to choose between several appalling punishments:  1. Going out stark naked like Lady Godiva through the streets of London solo but on a motorbike instead of the traditional horse.  It was to be a one-hour tour, starting at noon, taking in all the major sights or until arrested for gross indecent exposure.  2. Having her breasts enlarged from their present, modest 32B to 40DD with copious amounts of Silicone. 3. Enduring the horrendous penetrations of three well-endowed black adult-movie actors and being videoed throughout.  4. Having her nipples pierced and ringed, the titanium-cored gold rings to be sealed in perpetuity.  5. Being fucked by an enormous mastiff, trained for this purpose, again to be recorded on video.  6. Receiving a humiliatingly copious enema in her home in front of both women.

She had accepted the last proposal, which she found a little less horrible than the others, but Diana and Edith then decided that completing two tasks would be more appropriate and demanded that she have her nipples pierced and ringed as the second.  They absolutely refused to discuss the matter any further and Anne’s secretary was required to draw up a contract, signed by all four of the principals, with the secretary’s signature as witness.

Two days later, the guests arrived at her house and Anne had to exhibit the rings that had been permanently closed into her nipples the day before.  Both the women wanted to fondle the still aching nubs of flesh and Anne, weeping, had to allow them to abuse her in this fashion.

Then she was then taken to the bathroom where the maid brought in a big enema-bag full with six pints of warm soapy water.  Anne made quite a fuss about the insertion of the large nozzle. It didn’t help that she was obliged to shove it into her rectum by herself right up to the tap.  Before switching on the flow her guests insisted that she exhibit herself to the three spectators.  Edith, the daughter, took particular pleasure in gripping the base of the nozzle and fucking it vigorously in and out of the by now sobbing woman’s anus. 

The running of the enema made Anne scream, first in discomfort, then in pain and finally in utter agony, especially once she had absorbed four pints.  The whole house echoed to the sound of the howling woman:  “No more!  I can’t take any more!  Please, I’ll do anything!  Just make it stop!”

She thought she was about to faint when she felt the nozzle being brutally removed by her husband.  Forgetting all pride, she stumbled onto the toilet in order to evacuate the liquid overflow.  She burst into renewed tears when she realised her shameful posture, groaning and gasping in front of two strangers with one of her be-ringed breasts hanging out of her dress, but this only made the excited audience laugh at her all the more.

Her husband, very turned on, increased her shame:  “Push with all your might.  Make sure you get it all out...  And when you have expelled all the water, get up, turn around and show us your naked buttocks.  Then you will carefully wipe yourself with paper.”

Diana said:  “I must say that I am impressed by the amount of water you took, especially since you said you’d never had one before.  You got almost five pints inside.  Only really professionals can take more than that!  Your shit chute must be clean as a whistle now.”

“Finally, since your wicked tongue got you into all this, I think you should use it to lick the nozzle clean!” said Edith.  Completely shattered by her ordeal, Anne was forced to comply.

Vomiting into the toilet she ultimately completed this task.  Diana just laughed and brought Anne’s world crashing about her:  “And you did say that if we would stop before the full six pints you would ‘do anything’.   Since you failed in your task as defined in the contract, Clause 12 comes into effect.  The contract will only be fulfilled when you have completed two further tasks from the list.  Choose please: Godiva, silicone, the big black men or fun with a dog.”

Faced with the two women’s insistence and her husband’s willing agreement Anne was again made to choose.  She was terrified of public exposure and both the Godiva and Silicone choices would be seen immediately by the outside world; and so eventually, begging and sobbing, she selected the three black men and the mastiff.   She prayed that she could somehow persuade her tormentors to keep the resulting grotesque films private.

Edith giggled as her mother said:  “Pity!  I would’ve enjoyed watching you cycle round town with vast ringed tits bouncing all over the place.”

“Still, we can start filming tomorrow afternoon and I think your home here will make a lovely setting. I’ll be here at noon with the video crew; the film is going to have to be up to professional standards so the team will need to set up the lights and microphones.  We’ll try to keep the crew small: one producer, two cameramen, a sound technician, a stills photographer and a girl to help you with your make-up.  The black guys will come an hour later and I have to warn you, they are really huge, twelve inches is the smallest.  I can’t wait to see you with a monster cock shoved in each hole.  You won’t be so stuck up then will you, you arrogant bitch?  These guys have real stamina and I plan to pay them to fuck you senseless for at least four hours.  I am going to have my private office decorated with big pictures of you being stuffed in every way imaginable.”

“You can do the doggie next week; I want to make sure he has really full balls for you.  Did you know a mastiff has a cock twice the size of a normal man’s and that it can come three or four times in an afternoon?   And the speed of their fucking is amazing, it’s like seeing a girl being stuffed by a jackhammer.”

The filming was much worse than Anne could have imagined.  From the moment the very young make-up artist prepared her: shaving off all her pubic hair, putting rouge on her nipples, applying heavy make-up and dressing her in buckled-on whore-shoes, a micro-mini and a tube top that said ‘I ♥ black dicks’.  Tottering, she was brought into the parlour, which seemed to be full of people.  There were actually only fourteen: the director, his girlfriend, three cameramen (one of whom was a trainee), the female sound technician, the photographer, the make-up girl, Edith, Diana, her husband and the three actors.  Even flaccid their cocks looked truly gigantic.

The filming was even worse than poor Anne had imagined, much worse.  The huge size of the cocks and the force with which they were shoved into her every orifice was bad enough, but what made it quite unbearable were the audience and the continuous stream of instructions from the director.  Most of these instructions were aimed not at her but at the men: position her like this, bend her over like that, put your cock in there, etc.  She was treated like meat and displayed as an object.  Initially she had no idea why the director’s girlfriend was there, but soon she found out that the young woman liked to tease.  The girl would kneel next to her and chat to her about what was going on:

“Suck him, slut!”  “Come on, deeper than that!”  “Sit on it, let’s all see your pussy stretch!”  “All the way in, now doesn’t your bottom feel full?”  “That’s impressive, your first double penetration and they’ve managed to get both those giant cocks all the way in.”  “Stop crying and start licking!”  “Look, your make-up’s all runny!”  “Cum again, you dirty cunt, cum on his big black dick!”

At one point the biggest of the black guys sat her on his lap with his enormous penis in her now dilated arsehole to the very root and he held her arms.  Then everyone came and spat in her face.  They threatened to urinate on her too unless she kept her mouth open.  Edith giggled before she spat in Anne’s mouth.  The director snorted before depositing something chewy in her mouth.  Diana sprayed her whole face with spit.  The make-up girl scraped up whatever missed with a teaspoon and fed it to Anne.  The awful swallowing, over and over, again and again.  When Anne finally opened her eyes she saw the make-up girl on her knees sucking her husband’s cock before spitting his spunk and her saliva into her open mouth.

After five long hours of varied fucking the three huge ebony cocks deposited their impressive loads on her face and the ordeal was over, or so Anne thought.  In fact, when she was brought back from her shower, she was informed that traditionally the porn star would blow all the men.  So she had to kneel and suck off the six men who hadn’t already had her, including her husband who went last.

The same crew came back the following week for the doggie shoot.  For the rest of her life, Lady Anne Fitzherbert would try to repress the memories of that afternoon: the seemingly endless high tempo fucking of the mastiff; the grotesque taste of the animal’s cum; the incredible feeling of pain and distress as the creature hammered its gigantic organ in and out of her arsehole for the first time.  Of course later her anus had stretched enough that the feeling was merely painful and humiliating, not agonising.  Then there was licking the dog’s organ clean after it had finished in her backside; the endless teasing of the director’s girlfriend as she suffered; the awesome, shattering orgasms as someone frigged her clit while the dog fucked her for the last of his six times; being forced to lick up the puddle of canine sperm that had leaked from her holes as she squatted spread-legged and on display after it was all over.  Finally she had to suck the men off after and French-kiss the dog goodbye.

Two weeks later the bombshell fell, in return for not publishing her videos and photos on a new website called fitzherbert-whore.com Lady Anne was expected to work every Friday at Edith and Diana’s company office in the role of ‘company whore’. 

So now poor Anne spends each Friday wandering around their office dressed in high-heels, stockings and suspender belt.  As soon as she arrives she reports to Edith who fixes her corporate ID card on chains between her nipple rings with the name ‘Lady Anne Filthy Slut’ and the job title: Corporate Fucktoy.  Some weeks the fucktoy is on ‘general duties’ and is required to fulfil any member of staff’s request.  Other weeks are themed weeks such as every member of staff fucking her arsehole by rota, women as well using a big selection of strap-on dildos.  Other days it is oral sex all day with men and women or bring your own vegetables and shove them in the slut, Particularly painful is spanking day  But worst of all is orgasm day.  On these, she spends the entire day mounted in the centre of the company coffee area on a stool fitted with two giant vibrators.  These are independently controlled by units placed by the coffee machines so that employees can ring the changes at will.  A further vibrator is available to be held against the fucktoy’s clit or nipples.  Lady Anne’s record is so far set at 18 demented climaxes in just one day, but the employees are always trying to break their record!