A Year of Slavery

Part 3 Tina

A Year Of Slavery # 3-1 " Tina "

By: debs

Edited By: Johnny P
Goldie simply but maliciously opened the door, pushed me out and threw my coat
after me. The bright morning sun was blinding after the gloom of the torture
chamber. The cold Long Island air helped clear my head but also made me realize
I was almost nude. Clinging to an ornate banister for support I looked up to get
my bearings and saw two figures approaching me. In a panic I tried to focus and
at the same time retrieve my coat. Suddenly I heard a female voice softly saying
my name.

It took several seconds for me to recognize Tina Reisand, a co-worker from the
office and the chauffeur. This could not be. I had been discovered. What would I
say. What would I do. Before I was able to say or do anything Tina picked up my
coat and gently placed it over my shoulders. I began to ask what she was doing
here. She calmly said not to talk saying there would be plenty of time for
explanations later. Tina and the chauffeur then helped me into the waiting limo.
I must have passed out because when I awoke I found myself lying across the back
seat of the limo still dressed in the long black bra and stockings I had on
during my ordeal. I saw the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror as he watched
my every move. I frantically tried to cover up as he asked if I was all right.
Thinking he was speaking to me I was about to answer when Tina said "She doesn't
appear to be seriously injured". In my semi conscious state I had forgotten
Tina.

Startled I demanded to know what she was doing there. At the same time I
struggled with my coat trying to shield myself from the chauffeurs gaze. Tina
was gently helping me sit up and at the same time saying that I should calm down
and she would explain everything as soon as we got to my house. She also told me
not to be too concerned with the driver saying he had seen it all before. As we
kept driving I drifted in and out of consciousness When I looked up again I
recognized my neighborhood. I had a million questions to ask Tina but as I
started she again said there would be plenty of time later. We finally pulled up
in front of my building and luckily it was still very early in the morning and
none of my nosy neighbors where up yet. Tina helped me from the car but I could
barely stand let alone walk. She turned to the chauffeur and said "Jimmy please
help us upstairs".

Without thinking I handed him the keys and he opened the door. Then they each
took an arm and helped guide me to my apartment. Jimmy opened the second door
and I was helped in and to the couch. I was at last home and for the first time
since 6 o'clock last evening I felt somewhat safe. Silently I huddled in the
comfort of my own surroundings. I was surprised to hear the chauffeur ask Tina
if there was anything else he could do. Her reply was even more surprising. She
said she would beep him if she needed his help and then asked if he could pick
us up for work Monday morning. Before he could answer Tina just asked for a yes
or no adding, she knew the deal. I did not understand what the meaning of all
that was but he assured her he would and coyly promised to help in any way.
Looking back over his shoulder he gave us both an evil smile and shut the door
leaving me alone with Tina. I watched in silence as she quickly looked for and
found what was needed to make coffee. She also found a large pot and filled it
with hot water. She called over to me asking where to find towels. When she
found them she brought them and the pot of water to the couch. Not willing to be
put off any longer I insisted that she start to answer some questions.

She agreed but said we could talk while she attended to my injuries. I felt
helpless and strange as Tina began to undress me. First she took off the red
heels I had been wearing all night. Next she undid the garters and rolled the
stockings down my legs. As she started to unhook the heavy bra Goldie had forced
me into earlier my nervousness made me again demand to know what was going on.
My eyes met Tina's in time to see tears forming. I was so confused by what I saw
I did not realize that she had removed the bra leaving me totally naked again.
As she began to wet the towels in the hot water Tina just blurted out that she
was also being blackmailed and in the same predicament as me.

I felt my mouth fall open in disbelief. We had worked together for over six
years and I never had the vaguest idea. Even as she wiped me down with the
soothing liquid I stared at her in shock watching the tears roll down her
cheeks. Finally she broke the silence by saying "They really did a job on you".
I think I just began to stutter phrases like "I can't believe it hurts so bad".

As she placed towels on my abused breasts and I flinched from the pain she
replied "I know how you feel, I've had it all done to me".

The realization of what she was saying suddenly hit me. I tried to get up saying
"What do you mean you're being blackmailed too". Letting out a deep sigh of
despair Tina got up and said she would get the coffee and

explain everything from the beginning. Returning from the kitchen in a few
seconds she placed a cup of coffee in front of me. Seemingly to make idle
chatter and give her time to collect her thoughts she commented on the variety
and quality of my coffee stock. "I had it for when John came, he enjoys good
coffee" I replied.

Tina sat in a chair next to me, kicked off her shoes and tucked her knees into
her chest similar to a pre-natal position. I interpreted her actions as a form
of seeking shelter and trying to escape from reality. Obviously what she had to
say was very painful for her. At last she began. She said she had a daughter who
was now twenty four. When she was twenty she got involved with drugs and was
arrested for possession. It turned out that she had two grams over some specific
limit and was charged with dealing. After many thousands of dollars in legal
fees and a lawyer who was more interested in how much he could make, she was
sentenced to five years in the state prison for woman.

Tina continued to tell me how she tried appeals, other lawyers, even government
officials. She tried anything she could think of because her daughter Denise was
all she had. Tina recalled how she married young. Was involved in an abusive
relationship with a man who was constantly cheating. They had a daughter and
were soon divorced leaving her on her own before she was twenty one. Denise was
all she had. Before Tina went on she re-heated the towels and replaced them on
the battered areas of my body. She suggested that after I rest awhile a hot bath
would help. I acknowledged the suggestion and asked her to go on with her story.
Apparently when Denise got to prison she was young, attractive and white. Those
qualities put her in great demand with both the guards and the inmates, most of
whom were minorities with lesbian tendencies. Denise was in trouble right from
the start.

On Tinas first visit she could see that Denise had been beaten and was on the
verge of a break down. Denise was hysterical as she described how she had been
attacked and sexually violated. Tina was shocked as her daughter told of the
threats that had been made if she did not do as she was told. Seeing her childs
fragile state and hearing Denise talk, Tina knew her daughter would not survive.
Tina immediately went to see the wardress.

Upon entering the wardresses office she could not believe her good fortune. It
turned out to be Ms. Collins, a client of the Winstons she had met several times
at the office. After a cordial but hurried exchange Tina explained her reason
for being there. The wardress seemed genuinely concerned and without hesitation
promised to look into the matter but explained that prison was after all a
dangerous place full of societies rejects. Tina recounted how she cried and
begged the wardress for help adding that she would do anything to ensure her
childs safety. The wardress at that point told Tina that because she worked for
the Winstons she was sure something could be done.

A loud moan from me gave Tina the chance to stop telling her story, which seemed
to be very difficult to relate. The pain was not subsiding so Tina insisted that
I take a hot bath to help bring down the swelling. She also said that she had
some ointment that would help. Not waiting for my reply, she headed into the
bathroom and started a bath. Returning she helped me from the couch. As we
headed toward the bathroom I felt very strange walking next to this woman
totally nude. We did work together but really did not know each other very well.
We had gone out for lunch or dinner several times over the years but for
whatever reason did not become close friends. I thought of Tina as being
unusually quiet and often moody. She always kept to herself and worked long
hours, often coming in early and staying late. Many times I wondered why she put
in such long hours for no apparent reason. The water was painful as it touched
my body but I tried to hold back the sobs. Tina explained that it was necessary
and I would soon feel better. She was right. After a few minutes I did feel a
bit better. I took this opportunity to ask Tina why she was here, and how long
she was staying. I thought back to the request she made to the chauffeur, who's
name I learned was Jimmy, about picking us up Monday morning. Her answer was
that she would spend the rest of the weekend with me. The Winstons ordered her
to help me and also explain certain things to me. But she quickly added that she
was glad to do it, and only wished someone had helped her in the beginning. As
some of the pain began to seep from my body and my mind started to clear I felt
both confused and embarrassed. Tina seemed to sense my discomfort and suggested
I go lie down for awhile. She helped me to my feet as she took a robe from
behind the door and placed it over my shoulders. She then gently helped me into
the bedroom, suggesting I sleep for awhile promising to tell me more later. With
the state I was in later would not do. I asked, no, more demanded that Tina get
us more coffee and explain, as she put it. Obviously what she had to tell me was
not easy for her. She went back to her story by telling how she trusted the
wardress and the Winstons. She was certain her daughter would be safe. Tina
explained how Denise was given a job in the prison office and even kept in a
separate dorm away from general population. Everything seemed to be going as
well as possible. After a month or so Tina explained how one day she was asked
to stay late for a meeting. To her surprise the people at the meeting were Mr.
and Mrs. Winston, the wardress, Dr. Kim and Goldie.

Tina could only imagine it was a business meeting and she was needed in some
way. She recalled how she immediately went to the wardress to personally thank
her for her help. Instead of the charming Ms. Collins Tina had spoken to in the
past she was shocked to be told to sit down, shut up and listen. It sounded
familiar as Tina explained how she was given a choice. She would either do as
the group ordered or Denise could fall into harms way. First Tina was reminded
of her willingness to do anything to help her daughter. She then listened to a
detailed explanation of what they demanded of her in return for Denise's safety.
Feeling suddenly ill Tina ran from the office in tears. She was shocked at what
she had been told. There was no way that she or any woman would willingly do
what they asked.

That night as she sat alone worrying about her daughters safety Tina got a call
from a terrified Denise. She told her mother that she was being transferred back
to population and begged for help. It was easy to realize what was happening. If
Tina refused to cooperate with her employers and their friends, her daughter
would not survive. In desperation Tina placed a call to the Winstons. After a
lot of begging and pleading on not only her daughters behalf but also her own
she tried in vain to offer other forms of payment. When Mrs. Winston laughed,
Tina's temper prevailed and she threatened to call the police. As tired and hurt
as I was Tina's story had my full attention.

The next day Tina called in sick. She had spent the entire night thinking of
what to do. Her thoughts kept going back to what she was told the previous day
and of her daughters situation. She kept thinking that what they wanted of her
was not normal. If sex was all they demanded, even with women, she could handle
that. After all she was forty one years old, not in bad shape, had been divorced
nearly twenty years. She had also been around. But what they demanded was sick,
perverted and disgusting.

Without being told I knew what she meant. She told me how her thoughts were
interrupted around noon by the knock of a messenger at the door. She was given a
package that contained a video tape and a note. I couldn't help but think how
familiar this was to my own entrapment. She recalled how she immediately began
to watch the tape. It was obviously a tape made at the prison. The voice
narrating the tape was that of the wardress. Tina recognized some of the rooms
shown from her visits. After a minute or two the scenes shifted to rooms Tina
had never seen. What she did see was a cell with about a dozen women laying
around. Most of them were either black or Spanish. The majority looked old,
dirty and tough. There were a few young white girls like Denise, they all looked
scared.

Another scene showed a group of black women in a large shower room. Some were
being washed by young white girls while in a corner several others were kicking
and punching a small blonde. As Tina studied the tape she saw that most of the
women were badly bruised, some even looked like they had been whipped. The next
scene showed an attractive redhead. She was nude and hanging by her wrists
screaming as she was being brutally whipped by the wardress. The camera showed
the entire room. To Tina's horror it was some kind of dungeon. Tina began to cry
openly as she continued telling me what she saw. As the camera moved it showed
Denise strapped to a large wooden table. She was screaming as four burly female
guards were ripping her clothes off. On the table next to Denise was an
assortment of dildos and several horrible looking whips. At that point Tina said
the tape went blank.

She recalled how she picked up the note and read about how this and worse could
easily happen unless she decided to save her daughter and cooperate. As they had
managed to coerce me into submission, they had also succeeded with Tina. She had
no choice, Denise was all she had and the group knew it. Seeing her child at the
mercy of the guards made Tina run to the phone and place a call to Mr. Winston.
Hysterically she begged him to call the prison and make them stop. She promised
to do whatever they wanted in order to insure her daughters safety. In a tone of
voice she had never heard from

Mr. Winston before, he said he had been expecting her call. He then asked her if
she was sure about her change of attitude. Tearfully Tina admitted she was
trapped and had no choice. Sarcastically he told her how right she was and
agreed to call the prison. He then told her to be at work tomorrow and be
prepared to stay late. Tina recalled how he anticipated her next question. He
told her that after work she would meet with some of the others involved and
would need to sign some papers. Then even more sarcastically he added that he
looked forward to seeing her tomorrow. Tina remembered how angry yet helpless
she felt as she heard him laughing as he hung up the phone. As much as I tried
to remain still and listen to her story it was impossible. The swelling and
burning sensation where I was given the injections was getting much worse. I
told Tina what was wrong. Without saying a word she opened my robe and took a
look. She said ice packs might help. She got up and headed into the kitchen. A
few minutes later she was back with three plastic bags full of ice. Two were
placed on my breasts and one was eased between my legs. As I grimaced in pain
she assured me it would help bring down the swelling. Then she asked me if
anything else was hurting badly. I complained about the burning from the
suppositories. She assured me that the enema would cure that in a few hours.
Looking at the whip marks on my thighs she said that she had some ointment that
would help that.

After Tina gently treated the bruises she said that she had some pills and
ointments that she had collected through the years. She asked me if I knew what
was in the injections I had been given. "I think they said Bees venom, do you
know what it is"? I answered. Nervously she said "Unfortunately very well, it's
one of their favorites and they've used it on me many, many times".

The way Tina answered I could tell it was hard for her to discuss. She handed me
a small pill she said was Benadryl and said "Luckily these work well on any
histamines they use". As soon as I swallowed the pill I asked her to please tell
me about the injections. Obviously trying to close the subject she said "Please
Deb, you have to sleep, we'll have plenty of time to talk later". I should have
realized Tina was trying not to upset me but I kept demanding to know more.
Again a nervous look crossed her face as she fluffed the pillows trying to make
me comfortable. "There are some things you're better off not knowing just yet"

she said as she curled into the chair next to my bed. I could see by her face
that she was upset but I kept pushing. For some strange reason I wanted to know
what they had done to Tina. I felt knowing would help me cope with my own pain
and impending ordeals. After a long silence Tina agreed to answer my questions
saying she thought about it and often wished she had had someone to explain
things to her in the beginning. Also there were her instructions from the
Winstons. She asked me if I wanted her to continue with her story or tell me
about the injections. I thought for a second and said "We'll go back to you in a
minute, right now I'm thinking about what they did to me and the pain I'm in".
She took a deep breath and began.

Tina started by saying that different types of needles would often be used on
me. She explained how a large variety of liquids were used in the injections.
Some were as simple as very hot water or oil, others complex drugs. Some were
plant or animal extracts like poison ivy or the Bees Venom. Mostly these were
given in syringes of various sizes, which according to Tina was not nearly as
bad as an intravenous system they sometimes used.

Generally the procedure was done by the Dr. but Tina warned that anyone of them
could do it. She was nervously playing with her hands as she told me that the
breasts were used ninety percent of the time but no part of the body was spared.
I babbled some stupid comment and sat shaking my head in disbelief. Lowering her
eyes toward the floor Tina said that she had even been given shots in her tongue
and clit. As if to anticipate my next question Tina went on to explain why she
had been given certain injections.

The main reason was that the group enjoyed it and also because it made the
victim suffer and scream. Sometimes shots were given as punishment for a
specific reason. I asked Tina what she meant. She told me that once in the
beginning of her enslavement she did not suck Mr. Winston as well as he thought
she should have. That afternoon she was taken to Dr. Kims office by Mrs. Winston
and Goldie. When she was taken downstairs into the private treatment room she
knew she was in trouble. As she entered there were several other women who
apparently were there for the show.

Tina told me how she was immediately ordered to strip and get on the examining
table. Although she was terrified she did as she was told, knowing from
experience that to disobey only brought more pain. Without elaborating Tina told
me how during the course of that afternoon she was given over thirty injections.
More than twenty syringes full of various liquids were put into her breasts. The
Dr. also spent a long time torturing her pussy with the needles. Most were
injected into the outer lips but some very long ones were used internally. I
could see that Tina was having a tough time talking about her past experiences.
My requests and her orders to tell me what I had to look forward to kept her
talking. Coffee and a cigarette helped Tina continue. With shaking hands she
recalled how when she was sure she would go mad from the pain the Dr. announced
that there were only two more syringes left to be used. She explained how her
tongue was pulled out with a pair of forceps and held by one of the observers.
At the same time Mrs. Winston told her that because she did not use her mouth
properly, that is where she would receive the most pain. Tina summed up that
part of her story by saying she of course passed out as each needle was slowly
inserted into her tongue by the Dr. It was almost a full week before the
swelling went down enough for her to talk normally. It took even longer to eat
with no pain. As Tina looked directly into my eyes she said "That was the last
time Mr. Winston complained about a blow job from me". Although I was horrified
and upset at what I had just heard I also took it as a warning. Without any
prompting Tina began to recount other episodes with the injections. In one story
I was told how the Dr. used the syringes as tools of torture during our monthly
check-ups. I remember being told that I would be checked every month but it did
not seem relevant at the time. Now I listened with renewed interest.

Tina was becoming more at ease. She explained how for their own safety the group
required us to be given complete physical exams every four weeks. Their primary
concern was to check us for any diseases and make sure we were in good health.
We would receive any medication the Dr. felt was necessary, be given vitamins
and birth control drugs and last but not least have a lot of blood drawn. Mostly
though the Dr. used the exams to enjoy her own perverted games and turn simple
medical procedures into torture. I saw by the expressions on Tina's face how
hard it was for her to tell me about some of the ways the Dr. had used needles
on her.

She told me how blood is drawn from places like our nipples or pussy lips.
Sometimes the Dr. even uses special long needles to reach inside our pussies to
take blood. Depending on how sadistic the Drs. mood was normal medications were
often injected into our breasts, stomachs, arm pits or even clits.

I quickly began to understand Tina's body language and facial expressions. When
a specific subject was upsetting to her she began to sweat and clench her hands
into tight fists. As she spoke of the check-ups I watched her knuckles turn
white. She looked at me and said that even after three years the Dr. still
scared her. At that point she warned me about asking to go to the Dr. Unless it
was absolutely necessary I should never ask to be treated. Tina told me to learn
how to help myself or like now, we would help each other. Getting up from the
chair she was curled into Tina checked on the ice packs and said the swelling
was going down a little. She put a head on the coffee and told me that luckily I
did not seem to be having any allergic reactions to the shots. That statement
made me remember what she had said about the venom being one of their favorites
and that she had been injected many times. When I asked her what she meant she
just looked back at me, shrugged her shoulders and said "I may as well tell you
so you'll know what to expect". With that statement Tina began to explain the
horrors of the Bees Venom.

Not only was it used for torture, it was also used to accentuate certain parts
of our bodies. Tina told me that sometimes before certain events she had been
taken to the Drs. office. The treatment she received depended on what was going
to be done to her and how they wanted her to look. Although I listened to every
word, I didn't completely understand what she meant and I said so. My ignorance
and lack of understanding seemed to be getting her even more upset. After a few
moments hesitation she said "Let me tell you what happened about two weeks ago,
it might help you understand."

Tina told me that it was 9am Friday morning. She had just arrived at work and
without warning was called into Mr. Winstons office. With an evil smile on his
face he told her that she would be going to Harlem later that night. As my eyes
widened and I opened my mouth to ask a question, Tina said she would explain
Harlem later. Continuing she said that Mr. Winston also told her to be at Dr.
Kims. office at noon. From past experience she unfortunately knew why. She had
been taken to Harlem many times during the three years of her enslavement.
Sometimes she was taken by Goldie. Other times it was because the group was paid
a great deal of money by a woman named Bertha. In either event it meant she
would be used in a show or as a whore and had to be prepared by the Dr.

I could see how upset she was by the beads of sweat on her face and the way she
continued clenching her fists. Tina nervously shifted in her chair lighting
another cigarette and taking a long swallow of coffee. Apparently telling me
about Harlem and what was done to her by the Dr. was difficult. As she returned
to her original position she continued.

She was taken to Dr. Kims office by the chauffeur. On the way he handed her a
sealed envelope which contained her instructions for the night. There were three
women sitting in the Drs. waiting room. They would all be going into one of the
plush examining rooms on the main floor. Tina had to sit, wait her turn and
think about her trip to the basement, and later to Harlem. After an agonizing
two hour wait the office was empty except for Dr. Kim and her equally sadistic
little oriental nurse.

Without a word they pushed Tina towards the stairs leading to the secret
treatment room. As I listened a shudder ran through me as I remembered my own
visit to the dreaded torture chamber. Tina saw my reaction but continued
talking. Upon entering, the Dr. locked the door and roughly ordered Tina to
remove her dress. She was then directed to stand in her high heels and underwear
with her hands behind her neck. She stood that way for almost an hour watching
and listening as the Dr. and nurse prepared for her treatment.

Being made to stand in that position was not unusual, she said. They do it to
humiliate us and make us realize what we are. It was also done to give anyone
present a chance to visually and physically examine us. Finally the Dr. was
standing in front of her, Tina recalled. She made her remove her bra and resume
her position. Tina already knew by the note she was given that she was being
sent to Bertha. She also knew that they were going to increase the size of her
breasts, but as usual the Dr. wanted to mentally torture her first.

She reminded Tina of the last time she was given a similar treatment. She spoke
of the pain of the needles and the special solution she had used. She reminded
Tina how Bertha had her held down, across a table as she whipped her tits with a
strap to make her perform better. And lastly how painful it was to have the
solution removed. As Tina had done before she combined her story with an
explanation of what I could expect in the future. She briefly told me how after
being made to strip completely she was strapped to a steel table in the corner.
There she was douched with a solution of alcohol and very hot water. She was
also given several large painful enemas by the nurse.

Hearing the words douche and enema made me suddenly remember what Goldie had
subjected me too only a short time ago. I must have made some type of expression
that prompted Tina to say " I'll bet you spent some time in the water room".
That comment opened the door for me to bring up the ginger that was put in me.
Knowingly Tina said "the enema they gave you will take the burning away soon".
When I made a comment about having something as personal as a douche or enema
done by a stranger, Tina said I could expect that often. Sometimes it would be
done before we were sent somewhere. Mostly it was done afterwards, especially if
we were used a lot sexually. She added that it was only done by the Dr. if we
needed some other form of medical treatment. Otherwise we were sent to Goldies
aunt Dorathea. Again, before I was able to ask any questions she summed that
part up by saying that the worst of then were given in the water room as another
form of torture. She added that I should remind her to tell me about Dorathea,
later.

She immediately continued telling me what happened in the Drs. office while she
was still secured to the table. The nurse brought the Dr. six syringes which
Tina said she knew were an assortment of vitamins, stimulants and anti-biotics.
She was always given these injections before being sent to Bertha and always in
the most painful ways. As bad as I felt physically from what I had been through,
it was nothing compared to the mental anguish I was feeling listening to Tina. I
watched her as she came toward me to check the ice packs. It was amazing how
well she looked after three years of the treatment she was describing. I had
only been involved in two sessions and felt that I could not take any more. When
Tina began to once again speak I gave her my full attention. She briefly
described the way she was given the injections and the pleasure the Dr. derived
from causing her the greatest amount of pain possible. Then She began to tell me
what happened when she was released from the table.

As she said before, she knew the Dr. was going to temporarily increase the size
of her breasts, this time using the bees venom. That procedure was basically
done one of two ways. The first Tina said was the way it had been done to me. By
having a series of injections put directly into each tit. Although that was very
painful she prayed that the Dr. would do that instead of by the intravenous
system that was also used.

When she was pushed toward a door she had gone through several times before she
knew she was about to suffer terribly. The door lead to a small room in which
she had previously been given prolonged breast torture. When the door opened and
she saw the two IV stands with all the bottles and tubes hanging ready she began
to sob and beg the Dr. not to do it that way. She even told me how she tried
bargaining with the Dr. Offering to voluntarily submit to other forms of
torture. She also promised to be a willing and enthusiastic sex slave to the
Drs. most perverse desires. The Dr. only smiled and sarcastically said she could
make Tina do any of those things regardless.

Tina tried in vain to plead her case. When she was ordered to enter the room she
refused. With a wide grin on her face the Dr. told Tina how easy it would be to
have Denise take her place. As usual Tina put her head down and did as she was
told. The nurse pointed to the large wooden chair that Tina was all too familiar
with. It was the same as the one in the dungeon at the Winston house. The nurse
quickly strapped Tina's ankles to the heavy wooden legs and pulled her arms
behind the back of the chair. With the use of special straps Tina described how
her elbows were made to touch causing severe pain to her shoulders and also
causing her breasts to be thrust forward. To complete the bondage a wide belt
was tightened around her waist making it virtually impossible for Tina to move.
As the nurse began swabbing her chest with alcohol the Dr. picked up a folder
containing Tina's files and began to read out load. She read more to cause Tina
mental anguish than to gather information. As if Tina needed to be told the Dr.
explained that by administering 300cc of venom into each tit she would increase
the size of Tina's chest from 36-C to at least a 38-D. Unfortunately Tina knew
from past experience that it would take about two hours to have that much flow
into her. She also knew that she would be in a lot of pain and run high fevers
for almost a week if that much of the chemical was not neutralized.

Even before the first needle was forced deeply into her delicate tissue Tina
shuddered at the thought of what price she would have to pay the Dr. in order to
have the right anti-histamines given. She told me that in the past she tried to
wait for the solutions to dissipate naturally but could not. She realized long
ago that it was better to submit to the Drs. demands, no matter how perverse.
Even now it was clear to see the fear and agony on Tina's face as she described
how the needles were inserted. One set about two inches long were put into the
upper slope of each breast. A second similar set was bushed deeply into the
tender undersides. Then the last and by far the worst set which were about three
inches in length were forced through the nipple into the center of the breast.
Before Tina's words came to an end I visualized her in the chair screaming as
the Dr. and nurse looked on in amusement. I remembered how they looked at me as
they put the syringes into my breasts. As she again got up to check on me she
said that she remained in the chair well over two hours before the bottles were
empty. When she was released, she was bathed in sweat. Partially from the pain,
partially from the fever that was taking hold.

I was then told how the Dr. spent a few minutes checking and squeezing her
swollen and burning breasts. Tina was then told to freshen up, fix her hair and
make-up and then she would get her clothes. At that statement she began to
laugh. When I asked why she explained that she was laughing at the word clothes.
It really meant some form of revealing and very uncomfortable underwear. In that
particular instance she was given an especially made, black, heavily constructed
garter girdle. Tina sarcastically added that it allowed access to her ass and
pussy without being removed. A black half cup bra, which not only caused pain
but also showed her exaggerated breasts very well. Black stockings and red high
heels. To that the Dr. added a black half slip, red blouse and 2 piece black
suit. The puzzled look on my face made Tina quickly say that the more we wore,
the more we could be made to take off. As she was finally lead out of the hidden
torture chamber to the waiting limo the Dr. sarcastically told her to enjoy her
night in Harlem and call when she was ready to have the solution neutralized. My
mind was full of questions. The more I analyzed what was said, the more
questions I wanted to ask. I sat staring down at the ice packs on my own abused
breasts trying to absorb what I had been told. I thought of what Tina had just
said and remembered a phrase the Dr. had once used when she was examining my
breasts. Ideal for tit torture. I also recalled the tour I was given by Mrs.
Winston. When she showed me the chair Tina had described she said I would be
spending long hours bound to it, receiving "tit torture".

Again I was brought out of my daydream by Tina. She suggested I take another
bath while she made something for us to eat. She also reminded me how badly I
needed sleep. Besides the ordeal I had gone through I had been awake for more
than twenty four hours. I did indeed need sleep but between Tinas explanations
of what my future had in store, and the pain, sleep was the furthest thing from
my mind. After the ice packs, the hot water felt wonderful. With Tinas help I
got out of the tub and dried off. Looking in the mirror was a mistake. I was a
mass of bruises and now even though the swelling had subsided a bit, my pussy
and tits were turning black and blue. When I asked Tina why, she took a look and
asked if I had been beaten with a rubber hose. When I said yes, Tina told me
that the hoses did not break the skin but damaged the blood vessels underneath
causing the severe bruising. She quickly added that they would heal in a week or
two. As I stared at the image in the mirror, I began to cry hysterically. How
could this have happened. What had been done to me and what Tina was describing
was too bizarre to be real. I tried to tell myself that It must be some kind of
sick and perverted nightmare. But as I looked into the reflection of my own eyes
and surveyed my surroundings I knew it was all too real.

Wrapping my robe around my shoulders I slowly went to the table and sat down.
Tina had put together a quick lunch of soup and sandwiches. Even though I had no
appetite, it was a welcome change from the coffee and cigarettes. Before I had a
chance to start asking anymore questions, Tina began to inquire about some
photos that were nearby. Most were of my nieces and nephew. A few were of my
father, mother, brothers and sisters. And one was of John. As I looked at his
picture I realized I would not be able to see him anymore. Since my crimes had
been discovered I had withdrawn from him. He kept trying to see me and spend
time with me. I used every possible excuse to avoid him. When we did see each
other I managed to always be somewhere other than my apartment. I felt that way
there would be little chance of intimacy. When asked about the change in my
behavior I said it was the pressure of my job and even blamed PMS.

Until now it was mainly my mental state that had caused me to act this way. Now,
the image I had seen in the mirror plainly indicated that he could never see me
nude again. All of a sudden as I sat there, I realized how much I loved him and
how much I would miss him. I began to cry. Without asking Tina realized why I
had become so hysterical. She tried to offer condolence and reassurance but knew
what she was saying was pointless. She tried to comfort me holding me and wiping
my tears. When I had calmed a bit I saw for the first time that she was also
crying. As I looked at her she said she knew exactly how I felt because she had
also been forced to abandon a love. Instead of returning to the bedroom when we
finished eating, I went into the living room and curled up on the couch. It was
bright and cheerful so I thought it might make my life seem less depressing.
Tina soon joined me with the ever present coffee and cigarettes. As soon as she
was comfortable I asked, in a tone that I myself realized sounded very
demanding, to be told about Harlem. Without argument She just looked at me and
said "you may as well know, you'll be going there to".ÿ

A Year Of Slavery # 3-2

As Tina started telling me about Bertha it was easy to detect the hatred she had
for this person. Bertha was an older black woman from Harlem who was also a
sadistic lesbian. Besides being politically connected, she was also on the
prison board. That put her within easy reach of Denise.

Like the rest of the group she was quite wealthy. It was rumored that a few of
her enterprises were very illegal, but because of her connections to City Hall,
she was left alone. Among these illegal activities was the business of arranging
very unusual parties and shows. She owned an old factory building in a fairly
deserted and run down part of Harlem. That's where most of her parties and
whatever else she did took place. It also served as one of the places she
indulged in her own perverse games.

Her clients were mostly Black, Puerto Rican, Jamaican and Asian drug dealers,
pimps and other assorted criminals. They all shared one common interest. They
enjoyed using and abusing white women. To these people money was no object. They
took great pleasure in raping, humiliating and causing pain to the women
unfortunate enough to be the victims supplied by Bertha.

Tina explained that basically there were two reasons to be sent to Bertha. The
first was for one of her parties or shows. These usually had about fifty or
sixty so called guests present. It was Bertha's job to furnish the appropriate
entertainment. That was our purpose. Generally there would be five or six of us.
Some were women like Tina and I who were slaves belonging to the group. Others
were inmates from the prison sent by the wardress. Often there would even be a
woman who displeased one of Bertha's clients. The parties were all basically the
same. We were either tortured or forced to put on disgusting exhibits for the
mens entertainment. Then we were gang raped in any number of ways or worse,
forced into servicing large groups of men. The second reason was simple but
often far worse than the first. Bertha wanted to play.

I was totally shocked and horrified by what I was hearing but something inside
me demanded to know more. I asked Tina to tell me what happened after she was
prepared at the Drs. office. Again the wringing of her fingers indicated her
reluctance to continue. After a short pause she began to speak.

She recalled leaving the Drs. and walking toward the waiting limo. Jimmy the
chauffeur stared at her with his familiar and all knowing look. At that point I
made an inquiry about the chauffeur, Tina answered.

He had been driving her and the others for a long time. Although as far as she
knew he never took part in the groups activities, he knew all too well what was
going on. She told me that many times after a session it was Jimmy who helped
the girls and made sure they got home. When necessary he would provide first aid
until one of the other women arrived. When I asked if he did that out of
kindness, Tina just laughed and simply said "no for sex". A second later she
said that he really wasn't that bad and suggested I get on his good side. "An
occasional fuck or good blow job work really well" she added, stressing the
point that I would need him. I immediately understood the exchange between Jimmy
and Tina that took place at the door to my apartment.

Checking the swelling and making a brief comment indicating a small improvement,
Tina took her seat and resumed. I was told that on the way to Harlem they
stopped in Queens to pick up Sharon. She was another unfortunate victim who was
deeply in debt to Mr. Gund. Tina said I would probably meet her very soon
because she was also used often. Her presence, along with the extensive douches
and enemas gave Tina some insight as to what she could personally expect at this
gathering. Again I asked what she meant. Tina was having difficulty talking. My
constant requests to know what they, meaning the group were going to do to me
along with her orders to prepare me made her continue.

First she explained that she was often forced to put on a show with Sharon. With
a faint red flush on her face and her eyes towards the floor she asked me if I
knew what the term "fisting" meant. I answered that I had heard it before but
specifically remember Mrs. Winston mentioning it. Without raising her eyes and
in a small voice, Tina blurted out that she was often fisted by Sharon or one of
the others. That was one reason for the douches and enemas the Dr. gave her
before the party. I looked at her shocked, but at the same time remorseful. All
I was able to say was "why, how". She just glanced up at me and said "don't look
so shocked, someday soon you'll have to do it to me or I to you". It only took a
second for her words to penetrate and have meaning. I remembered things that
were said about my being stretched until I was able to take large objects.
Somewhat regaining her composure she said "anyhow we arrived in Harlem about
eight". As usual the streets around the old factory were almost totally
deserted. Also as usual there were already several limos parked outside. As
always Tina said she made it a point to look for certain cars and trucks.
Unfortunately two that were familiar were parked near the end of the building.
One was a small blue truck with dark windows, the other a red van with
Pennsylvania plates.

Past experience told Tina this was going to be a big party which meant a long
and difficult night. The presence of the two trucks guaranteed that. She told me
the blue truck was from the prison. That meant the wardress had sent several
inmates to work with Tina, Sharon and whoever else. She also sent one or two of
her most trusted and vicious guards. They would help Bertha and her assistants
put on a show and make the women obey. It also meant a lot of pain and abuse.

After another pause during which I again watched Tina's lip begin to quiver she
spoke. While twisting her fingers she blurted out that the red van was from a
farm and brought animals. Then there was only a long silence. I was not exactly
sure what she meant. And I think Tina was waiting to see what my response would
be.

After a lot of thought and fearing the answer I said "don't tell me they make
you do it with animals". Again Tina's eyes went towards the floor as she began
to sob. It was hard to understand her words although I did catch two, "pain and
Denise".

It took a while for Tina to calm down. After long minutes locked in the bathroom
she returned and again freshened the coffee. Before I could say anything Tina
looked straight at me and almost defiantly said "don't judge me until you've
suffered the way I have. There comes a time when you'll do anything to avoid
anymore pain. And furthermore if I don't do it, they'll do it to my baby". I sat
silently, aghast at what I had just heard. My imagination was suddenly running
wild. Within the past five minutes I was made aware of two new and abominable
acts. Both of which I was sure would eventually be done to me. Suddenly random
words I had heard were making sense. Also, I was quickly beginning to realize
that what had already been done to me was nothing compared to what I could
expect in the future.

Without thought and showing no compassion toward Tina I started to ask questions
that in retrospect were very stupid. I wanted to know what kind of animals.
Also, what she did with them. Thankfully Tina could see my fear and nervousness.
She also knew that she had been sent by the group. As usual her task had a
hidden agenda. Obviously she was there to help with my injuries. Still my
torturers also knew I would have a million questions. In answering, they knew
Tina would cause me terrible anxieties. She would also be forced to relive some
of her own worst nightmares. We would both be tortured, mentally.

Again somewhat calm and ignoring my inquiries, Tina resumed her explanation of
why she received the injections. I had almost forgotten the original intent of
her story. Anyhow, she began Jimmy drove into a large loading dock on the side
of the building. As usual Tina said a shiver ran through her as a big steel
garage door was closed behind them. They were locked in with no escape. Inside
the old factory they were met by Bertha's assistants. Tina again stressed the
point that she was reassured by Jimmy that he would be waiting as usual.

From then on things began to move quickly Tina explained. Sharon and her were
roughly helped from the car by Bertha's two lez assistants. On the way through
the maze of dingy, dirty concrete corridors Tina told me how they were made to
stop. There they were both probed, grabbed and subjected to the taunts and
verbal abuse of the two young black females. Tina emphasized that her newly
enlarged breasts received most of the unwanted attention. Then they were taken
to a small room that served as a dressing room, refreshment area, bathroom and
holding cell. Once locked inside Tina said she was able to get a better idea of
what the night had in store for her and the other women.

It was the first time she was alone with Sharon and able to compare notes. Also
present were four inmates and a guard from the prison.

Three of the prisoners Tina said she had seen before. One she told me was new
and very young. As a source of identification, and for my benefit Tina gave me a
brief descriptions of the woman.

Sharon was small and petite, about thirty five years old. She was probably Irish
with long curly red hair. Although very tiny she had a nice body. Her most
noticeable traits were her silence and submissiveness. Tina explained that she
heard that several years ago Sharon had been sent to a party with someone like
Bertha. As usual she was being abused. Somehow she managed to pick up a bottle
and hit one of the guests. She was immediately grabbed, spread out on a table
and for long hours beaten with whatever was available. In the morning she was
picked up by Mr. Gund and brought to the prison. There they spent two solid days
torturing her. She still has some of the scars. Anyway Tina said, now she's very
quick to obey.

The guard was shouting at the other four. Under the threat of a cattle prod Tina
said they were getting into various articles of underwear and putting on
make-up. The very mention of the cattle prod sent a shiver through me. I clearly
remembered the blinding pain it had caused me.

Tina described one of the inmates as a big Spanish woman about forty. Her name
was Maria. She was attractive with long black hair and a large chest. Tina
nodded a greeting at her as she struggled with a long white bra with garters
attached. Tina couldn't help but notice the fresh whip marks over her entire
body. Tina added that she was a favorite at these parties because of her
defiance and fiery temper. They also liked her because she struggled fiercely
while being raped. That excited Bertha's clients and caused Maria a lot of
punishment which also pleased the perverts.

Sue was one of the others Tina had been with before. She was a brunette in her
late thirties but still in very good shape thanks to her plastic surgeon. She
was a Jewish American Princess who Tina said was set-up by people who had a
vendetta toward her husband and wanted to teach him a lesson. After a quick
trial Sue was sentenced to five years in prison. The husband it turned out was a
wimp and did nothing to save his wife. She became a guest of the wardress who
ironically knew the people teaching the lesson. Sue was immediately in big
trouble.

Not wanting to attract the guards attention, Sue was trying to force her
abundant silicone enhanced tits into a black push-up bra. She was already
wearing a black garter belt, stockings and heels. It was rumored she was one of
the favorite playthings of the wardress and her select guards. The bruises that
covered her body supported the rumor. The wardress played rough. She too was a
favorite at these gatherings. Her pampered lifestyle made prison life
particularly harsh. It also gave her an intense fear of physical harm and pain.
That fear made her willingly submit to the most degrading acts. It also made her
Bertha's most popular whore. To avoid the strap or cane Sue would lie on a bench
and let one guy after another fuck her. If someone wanted her ass she would
quickly turn over before she was hit. She would also spend hours on her knees
crawling from table to table giving blow-jobs, how many didn't seem to matter.
It was as if she enjoyed it.

Next Tina told me about a big chunky blonde she had only seen once before. She
was already wearing a white bra, heavily constructed girdle, stockings and
heels. She was crying pitifully and begging the guard not to hurt her again.
Tina recalled the last time she had seen the blonde. It was also at one of
Bertha's affairs. She was part of the show and brought out three separate times.
The first time she was hung in front of the audience, spreadeagle and upside
down. Bertha's assistants came out with a tray. Without any hesitation they
picked up tweezers and began pulling the hair out of the blondes pussy. That
took some time, the blonde screaming all the while. Blood was clearly visible
covering the area. To take care of that the two girls used a mixture of salt,
vinegar and lemon juice. When the hanging woman was revived she was made to
count twenty strokes of a strap on her raw pussy. Screaming and writhing in pain
she was untied and lead off the makeshift stage.

An hour or so later she was brought out for the second time. She was tied to a
table with her legs spread and tied to ropes hanging from the ceiling. Then
Bertha came out and roughly forced a large nozzle into her ass. All the while
the blonde was begging them not to give her an enema. It took a long time but
they pumped over a gallon of hot water into her until her stomach looked like it
would burst. To make it worse guests from the audience were allowed to step up
and use a thick rubber hose on her tits and stomach until screaming, she passed
out. She was then untied and with the nozzle and hose hanging from her they
dragged her to a back room.

A couple of hours later she was brought out for the last time. For this part of
the show she was spread out on an old metal bedspring. Heavy ropes held her arms
and legs in place. Thick electrical wires were clamped to her tits and two
others disappeared into her pussy and ass. Tina told me how Bertha kept using a
control panel to send powerful shocks into different parts of the poor woman.
Watching the blonde scream and go into convulsions was very entertaining for
Bertha's clients. Even though she passed out many times they continued the
electrocution until even several ammonia capsules wouldn't revive her. To make
the show more enjoyable for Bertha's guests, Tina said that she and the other
women were forced to crawl from table to table sucking the men. As encouragement
the two lezzies stood over them and beat them with straps.

Not knowing what else to say I sympathized with Tina for the sexual abuse she
had suffered. Strangely she began to laugh. It was bizarre, I didn't know how to
react. Finally she said "the sex is the easy part, fucking or sucking twenty or
thirty guys is a lot better than the torture, you'll see". I was again shocked
into silence.

Sitting there in my living room, although in considerable pain, that was a hard
statement to accept. It was also apparently a very real possibility. What I
myself had done only a few hours earlier to avoid more pain came to mind. It was
the first time I had thought about it and began to cry. Tina asked what was
wrong and I told her of my recollection. She looked at me sympathetically and
said "remember what I said about passing judgment". Seeing how upset I had
become Tina suggested we stop talking and rest. Again some morbid desire to know
what I had to look forward to took over. I asked Tina to continue. She began to
tell me about the young girl whose name was Rebecca. The girl was no more than
twenty or twenty one. She was blonde, extremely fair and also very well built.
She represented the typical white blond that Bertha and her mostly black clients
loved. As the girl stood totally nude it was easy for Tina to see the assortment
of bruises and realize what she had been through. It might have been her first
so called party, but she was no stranger to pain. The girl was begging someone
to tell her what was going to happen. She also wanted to know why she was the
only one not given anything to wear. As if prompted by the young girls questions
Bertha stormed into the room and ordered Becky to be brought out. Tina described
how the two assistants grabbed the cowering girl and dragged her into the main
room. She was immediately greeted by the loud and disgusting comments of the
nearly eighty men. Trying to break free of the two women holding her, Rebecca
was dragged onto a makeshift stage. There for the first time she was able to
gaze out at Bertha's guests.

While the girl struggled and tried to cover herself Bertha made her own entrance
and stepped onto the stage also. Tina explained how the audience of societies
filth shouted suggestions up to Bertha as to what should be done with and too
Becky. After several minutes Bertha called for silence and began to speak. She
simply told Becky that she had been sent by the wardress and was to follow
orders. Those orders Bertha added to everyone's applause was have sex with
anyone who wanted her.

I could see Tina getting nervous again as she told me how Becky renewed her
struggles and told Bertha that she would never let these animals touch her. With
a strange smile Tina looked at me and said "we all said those words, once".
Anyhow she continued, Bertha began to laugh and said to Becky "I hoped you would
say that".

At a signal from Bertha two thick ropes were lowered from the ceiling and tied
around Beckys wrists. Despite her struggles the girl was quickly raised until
her feet hung a foot from the stage. Screaming and cursing she wildly kicked out
at the black woman. All her attempts were in vain but enjoyed by all who
watched.

To the crowds delight Bertha's two assistants went to a nearby table and picked
up two whips. Tina described how she and the other women watched what was being
done on stage through a one way mirror. As Tina nervously played with her
fingers she commented about how well she knew the whips that were about to be
used. She added that all the women who had the misfortune of going to Bertha's
hell hole knew the whips well. As the women watched, their only comment was how
young Becky was. Silently they all remembered their first time and thought about
what was soon to come.

As Beckys struggles increased Bertha began to speak. The words were directed at
the hanging girl but for all to hear. Becky was told that she would be whipped
until she begged to be allowed to suck and fuck the guests. I was told how
Bertha used this opportunity to play to the crowd. She made a point of telling
her assistants not to miss any spots. Sadistically she jabbed a bamboo cane she
always carried into Becky's tits and pussy. While doing so she ordered her
assistants to pay special attention to these areas. Becky's only response was to
spit in Bertha's direction.

At that point Bertha stepped to the side and the whipping began. Rebecca's
screams were immediately heard over the cheers of the audience. Wherever the
young girl was touched by the whips an angry red welt appeared. Some stokes even
drew blood. The girl was receiving a truly savage beating. Bertha's two
assistants had done this many times and were very good at it. They also enjoyed
inflicting pain on other women. As Becky wildly thrashed in her bonds they took
careful aim. To the audiences delight the young girls breasts, stomach and
pelvic area were quickly becoming covered in blood. Tina knowingly explained how
painful the whipping was and added that Becky was foolish to resist. She added
that in the end Bertha always gets her way. I quickly realized that I was again
being tutored.

Finally Tina told me how the girl began to holler out her words of surrender. To
add to the spectacle and humiliate the young blonde, Bertha came forward. She
asked Rebecca to tell her what she was willing to do. When the girl did not
answer as Bertha or the audience wanted she would get a savage stroke of the
whip to the backs of her milk white thighs. Before very long Becky was begging
Bertha to let her down so the men could fuck her. Another stroke of the whip had
her begging to suck everyones cock. It took three more strokes before she
described how she would bend over and let them fuck her in the ass. With a look
of hatred on her face Tina said that Bertha had won again.

To the crowds delight Rebecca was untied and brought to the back room. There she
was quickly cleaned up so she could begin doing what she had agreed. At that
point the two dyke guards from the prison herded Becky, Maria and Sue together.
It was time for them to entertain the guests. It also meant the start of the
next act.

It was easy to see how painful it was for Tina to continue. As she sat there
twisting her fingers it was I who filled the coffee cups and lit the cigarettes.
I had begun to understand that Tina's hesitations and nervous displays meant she
was about to explain something personally painful. Slowly and uneasily, she
continued. With her head down and eyes riveted to the floor she quietly said
"Sharon and I were the next part of the show".

Tina recounted how Bertha's two assistants came to bring them out. To add to the
spectacle both women had their wrists put in handcuffs behind their backs.
Beside the cattle prods they always carried, the two sadistic lezzies also had
evil prison straps. Although it was not necessary they took every opportunity to
use both. Tina said Sharon and her knew all to well that it was useless to
resist and doing so would only lead to more punishments. Being fully clothed for
a change helped take the sting out of the strap. Tina added that it wouldn't
last too long.

I was told how the two women were goaded out and onto the stage. The audience
loved to see the bound women being hit, it added to the illusion of force. Once
on stage Tina was secured to a rope that hung from the ceiling. That left both
of Bertha's assistants free to work on Sharon. Her handcuffs were removed and
the act began. She was told to strip. With the liberal use of the strap and the
threat of the prod Sharon started to unbutton the dress she wore. Encouraged by
the audience, Bertha's girls stood on either side of Sharon and verbally abused
and threatened her. The crowd always enjoyed seeing and hearing a white female
being abused. Especially when it was done by one of their own.

Coerced by the stinging strokes of the straps Sharon quickly removed her dress
and half slip. Even as she hurried to obey, the loud crack of leather was
clearly heard. They were accompanied by Sharons stoic yelps. Much to the
sadistic satisfaction of the audience, red blotches began to cover the exposed
areas of pale white flesh. This is what the crowd of perverts paid big money to
see.

Tina described in detail how the assistants toyed with Sharon. She was telling
me what I could expect to see or be part of very soon. As if what had just been
done to me was not terrible enough, I was now pondering thoughts of standing on
that stage in front of the dregs of society.

Once Sharon had stripped down to a tight white corset, stockings and heels Tina
was untied and Sharon took her place. Having her wrists tied and hoisted toward
the ceiling gave the audience a perfect chance to study Sharon's petite but well
proportioned form. Her ample breasts bulged over the corset top. The people in
the front rows were able to see the deep scars that were now a permanent part of
those breasts. They remained from the days of torture she endured after hitting
the guest with a bottle. As usual there was a flurry of lewd and disgusting
remarks directed at the timid redhead.

As I watched Tina fidgeting with the cigarette in her hand I heard her almost
whisper "now it was my turn'. As they had just done to Sharon, the two lezzies
ordered Tina to strip. To emphasize the command they both began to use the
straps. Fortunately Tina explained that the suit she wore absorbed most of the
impact. The crowd enjoyed the beating and thought she was again being forced.
They had no way of knowing about Denise. Nor did they know that Tina would strip
instantly at the command. After years as a slave, being nude was of no
consequence. It wasn't worth the punishment she would get for disobedience.
During the course of these parties there was enough pain that was unavoidable. I
was told how Tina was forced to her knees by the leather biting into her back
and ass. As she indicated her surrender and agreed to undress the whipping
stopped. Tina indicated that the beating was part of the show and really
couldn't be avoided. As she began to remove her jacket Tina said she saw Maria
and Rebecca being held across tables while they were raped. Sue was, it
appeared, willingly sucking an extremely large Jamaican man with long
dreadlocks. The dyke guards stood nearby to ensure the womens obedience. Tina
recalled the reaction of the crowd as she removed the red blouse revealing her
chemically enhanced breasts. Standing in black half cup bra, half slip and red
heels, she was forced to listen to the mens remarks. Worse was the running
dialogue of Bertha who had joined the others on the stage. She gave a short
description of how Tina's chest had been enlarged especially for the party. She
promised that later everyone would get a chance to touch and abuse them and also
watch as they are beaten. When I uttered words of sympathy, Tina indicated that
what was going on was fairly mild and that it would get much worse. Now Bertha
was using a long thin bamboo cane to make Tina undress. A comment for my benefit
was that I should try and avoid Bertha's cane. Tina said that she had come to
know it well over the years and still had many scars. The worst being
permanently embedded in her mind. It took only one kiss of the vicious
instrument to have Tina remove her skirt and slip.

There we sat in my living room. As I looked across at Tina I was able to
visualize her standing on the stage in the black lingerie she had described. I
remembered the underwear I had worn only hours ago and imagined how helpless and
vulnerable Tina must have felt. For the first time I realized how attractive she
was and how good she must have looked.

The sound of her voice continuing the story brought me back to the present. She
told me how Bertha began to give her assistants orders. First Sharon was
released. Next a small table and box were brought on stage. In answer to the
puzzled look on my face Tina only said she had done this before and knew what to
expect. She also indicated that this part wasn't too bad. From her tone and
expression I figured it would get worse. At a command from Bertha Sharon took a
good size dildo and jar of Vaseline out of the box. Then she got onto the table
and coated the dildo with the lubricant. For the next few minutes and with the
crowds approval the petite redhead struggled to get the dildo all the way into
her pussy. At a command from Bertha she pulled it out, changed position and
began to push it in her ass. When it was finally all the way in, the crowd
called for more. Bertha handed Sharon another one, it was longer and thicker.
Under the ever present threat of the cane, Sharon labored with the second dildo.
With a lot of unwelcome help from the assistants, she succeeded in penetrating
both holes. The audience really came to life when Bertha held up the third
dildo. It was black, about twelve inches long and at least three inches wide. It
took several minutes, a lot of energy and a few strokes of the cane, but Sharon
was able to get most of it into her pussy. Tina described how she watched Sharon
turn pale when Bertha ordered her to get it up her ass.

My mind flashed back to the pain and embarrassment I felt when I was made to use
the dildos on myself. I was only performing in front of six people. I shuddered
at the thought of eighty. Thankfully I realized the dildos I had been forced to
use were smaller.

Sharon got a liberal dose of the straps and a few more slices of the cane across
her thighs. Out of shear desperation she got into a sitting position and used
her own full weight to force the dildo about half way into her ass. Despite all
her efforts it wasn't enough to satisfy Bertha or her guests. She was roughly
pulled off the table by the two assistants. As she fell to the floor, the three
sadistic women began beating her. After a few minutes Bertha called a halt.
Sharon was loudly sobbing as Bertha ordered her assistants to hold her down.
With the dildo grotesquely protruding from her, Sharon struggled as she was held
on her stomach. Then Bertha placed her foot on the end of the dildo and began to
step down. With as much force as she could muster, Bertha managed to push the
object much further into Sharon who was now screaming in pain. Finally satisfied
Bertha stopped and told the two assistants to get her to her feet. Then to
further humiliate the petite redhead she was paraded through the audience.
Totally humbled she was lead to the temporary safety of the dressing room. There
she was given a few minutes to compose herself. With the help of some Amyl
Nitrate and a mouth full of coffee she was almost ready. The two assistants then
quickly helped to fix her up and get back on stage.

Before Tina continued her recount of the night in Harlem she came over to me and
again gently examined my injuries. I was told that the swelling wasn't getting
any worse which was a good sign. It meant the Benedryl was having the desired
effect. When I again inquired about the terrible pain I was in, Tina explained
that it would last about a week. Unfortunately the combination of the Bees venom
and the beating with the hoses took a long time to heal. On the plus side I was
told that I probably would not need to see the Dr. Also, luckily Tina had a
supply of Benadryl and pain killers she would share with me. As she spoke she
placed the ice packs on my pussy and breasts again. I knew it was for my
benefit, but at the moment it only added to my pain. Despite all that, my morbid
fascination was running wild. I wanted to learn as much of my fate as possible.
I thought that in some way knowledge would help me get through the coming year.

As she made herself comfortable on the chair Tina began again. I sensed she was
coming to a part that was difficult for her to discuss. While battling with the
coffee pot she went over the scene as it was. The Rebecca was lying on a table
while a sleazy looking Oriental was fucking her. His friends were seated around
the table and had the girls arms held firmly over her head. To encourage a more
lively performance the men holding her were threatening to use their lit
cigarettes on her tits. Every few minutes a scream could be heard from the
blond. At the same time the Oriental rapist would shout his approval.

Marie had been taken to a corner and fastened into a special pair of stocks. I
was asked if I saw the stocks at the Winston house. When I replied in the
affirmative Tina said these were almost the same. She explained that having your
neck and arms secured while your ankles were spread and tied made it possible
for us to be used in any way. At that moment Maria had one man in her mouth and
another in her ass. To add further suffering the dyke guard from the prison was
using a strap on her back.

My nerves getting the best of me I stupidly commented "that sounds like fun".
Tina assured me it was anything but. She added that this was one of the devices
they used to both secure and punish us. Once in the beginning of her slavery
Tina was used at a party almost identical to the one she was now describing.
After being part of the show and having her pussy severely whipped she was put
into those very stocks. Without going into great detail she said they kept her
in them for the rest of the party. As a gesture of kindness Bertha wouldn't let
anyone touch her pussy anymore. Instead with the help of the straps, cane and
cattle prod Tina said she had to give over sixty blow jobs that night.

I gasped in shock. Before I could say anything and in an attempt to forget the
ordeal of the stocks, Tina started to describe what Sue was doing. As usual, and
in an attempt to minimize her exposure to pain Sue was being as agreeable as
possible. She was doing her very best to satisfy a group of Jamaicans. Sue was
sprawled out on the table, Her head hanging backwards off the edge. At that
moment she had one of the men buried deeply down her throat. Several others
occupied themselves with her siliconed breasts. As she kept her legs well spread
and held her own pussy open, two more men were fucking her with a beer bottle.
Finally Sharon was brought back by the two assistants.

Tina said this was not her first time playing this role. Fidgeting with her
fingers she quietly said that now her part really started. The two assistants
lead Tina to the table and pulled her down on her back. Bertha in the meantime
went to the box and took out a very large strap on dildo. She immediately helped
Sharon put it on.

To the delight of the crowd, Bertha just said "start fucking her". Tina
described how Sharon tried to be gentle but after a few hard cuts of the strap,
she began pushing harder into a dry pussy. Sharon felt the strap a few more
times but finally to save herself had Tina whimpering in pain. Then Tina
explained one of Bertha's variations. Instead of continuing to whip Sharon,
Bertha began to use the cane on Tina's unprotected stomach while yelling "tell
her to fuck you harder".

After she felt the bamboo a few times Tina said she was begging Sharon to push
it all the way in. Being raped by the dry plastic was preferable to the fiery
touch of the cane. The crowd was also getting into it. They loved seeing us
abuse each other. Finally Tina said Bertha was satisfied with this part of the
act. She ordered Sharon to step back and made her assistants bend Tina over the
edge of the table.

From what I had learned so far I could guess what was coming. With a look of
embarrassment on her face, Tina confirmed my thoughts. She described how Sharon
was mercifully allowed to cover the dildo with Vaseline. At a command from
Bertha she began forcing it into her ass.

My own thoughts raced back to Mr. Gund. who only a few hours earlier had
brutally sodomized me. When I told Tina what had happened she sadly shrugged and
said I would get used to it. With a combination of sarcasm and remorse she added
that Mr. Gund was one of the kinder things that would be put in my ass. I
immediately recalled some of the dildos and nozzles I had seen at the Drs.
office and the Winston house. At that time I didn't know that even those would
be kind compared to some of the alternatives.

"Bertha was true to form" Tina continued. "She used a new variation to make me
beg Sharon to fuck me". I was told how the two assistants were ordered to press
down on Tina's back. That crushed her tortured breasts into the table and had
her instantly screaming in pain. She was also yelling at Sharon, telling her to
push the dildo all the way in. Suddenly Tina looked right at me and said
"remember Deb, sometimes you have to agree to one thing in order to avoid
something worse. They use that philosophy often. Also remember what I said about
passing judgment. You have to learn to survive".

As she had done before Tina was instructing me while recounting her own
experiences. I was told how Sharon was made to force several other objects into
Tina. Each one being larger than the one before. Each being more painful as it
stretched delicate tissue. And each one giving Bertha and her assistants more
reasons to cause the two woman pain.

The spectacle had captured the interest of the assembled deviates. Tina knew
this part of the act was coming to an end. Regrettably for her it was the part
she hated the most. Tina depicted how Bertha began to inform the crowd that they
were in store for a special treat. Tina, from past experience knew it would take
a toll on her. Hopefully it wouldn't cause enough damage to require a trip to
Dr. Kim. I realized what I was about to hear was very difficult for Tina to talk
about. Her face was covered in tiny beads of sweat and her eyes never left the
floor. Taking a deep breath of resignation she began again. I heard how she was
made to get the Vaseline jar. Then under Bertha's direction she slowly, almost
seductively rubbed the lubricant on both of Sharon's hands and forearms. I was
confused but didn't want to interrupt her.

Tina then explained how she climbed onto the table and assumed a position on her
knees and elbows, legs spread, ass facing the audience. With an order from
Bertha Sharon stepped behind. Tina said that rather than take any unnecessary
punishment she quickly told Sharon to go ahead. I then learned what the term
"fisting" meant. I was told how after a great deal of effort on Sharon's part
she managed to get both of her hands into Tina's pussy. That had Tina moaning
and crying in pain. All the spectators were overjoyed but demanded more. Tina
said she expected what was to come next but hoped for a break. It wouldn't come
that night. She continued her story by saying "then I heard Bertha tell Sharon
to start on her ass".

All of a sudden I understood why Tina had been given the extensive douches and
enemas by Dr. Kim. I also remembered Tina telling me that some day it could be
either one of us doing each other. In spite of what had already been done to me,
and what I had seen, Tina's descriptions of her ordeal were sending shivers
through me. I listened as she explained the terrible beating Sharon and her
received. Bertha kept the two assistants busy with their straps. The black
sadistic bitch wasn't happy until screaming, Tina passed out from the pain. With
tears clearly running from her eyes, Tina looked up at me and said "Sharon had
her arm in almost to the elbow". All of a sudden Mr. Gund, the dildos and
nozzles seamed insignificant in comparison.


" A Year of Slavery Part 3-3 Tina"

It was now my turn to try and comfort Tina. Recalling only a few of her ordeals
in Harlem had upset her. Hearing them was definitely upsetting me. The groups
plan was working exactly as they had hoped. We were both being tortured,
mentally.

In an attempt to change the somber mood, I said it was getting late and I needed
something solid in my stomach. Tina quickly agreed. Heading toward the kitchen I
told Tina that there was a pot of chicken soup in the refrigerator. After all
the coffee and cigarettes, just the thought felt good. I tried to help but found
I was too weak and in too much pain. I sat, and with my guidance Tina found
everything and quickly had the table set. As we ate the conversation stayed on
family, friends and interests. Nonetheless, we were again drawn to the
irrepressible subject. I learned more of how the group manipulated Tina from the
very beginning. Using Denise they broke her very quickly. Before long the fear
of unspeakable tortures served as motivation. She summed it up by telling me to
always try and take the least painful path. She had been using that logic for
over three years. I was also reminded again to not pass judgment. Most times we
are forced into disgusting acts by threats of more torture.

I was learning fast, plus the memories of what was done to me when I disobeyed
were still fresh in my mind. I could tell she didn't want to but we were again
talking about Harlem. After passing out from the pain of being fisted, Tina
awoke in the dressing room with Sharon. Not that she was needed, but also
present was a guard from the prison.

Sarcastically Tina laughed and said "where could I go, a naked white broad
running through the streets of Harlem. I was probably better off where I was".
With Sharons help and because of the stimulants the Dr. had given her, Tina was
promptly revived and fully conscious. They were given orders by the guard to
clean themselves up, straighten their clothes and freshen their hair and
make-up.

My mind flashed back several hours, remembering the same orders being directed
at me by Goldie. I was told how after a cigarette and coffee Tina looked out to
the stage to see the big blonde from the prison. Seeing what was being done Tina
knew Sharon and her had some time to recuperate.

Still wearing the restrictive bra and girdle the blond was being strapped to an
old fashioned steel gynecological table. As her legs were secured to the
stirrups and spread she began to beg and with good reason. It seemed that this
woman's main reason for being at the shows was her ability to take a lot of pain
and keep screaming. Bertha's deviate audience relished the sights and sounds.
Tina explained how the woman begged not to be tortured. She offered to willingly
perform any kind of sex act. That suggestion having failed, she tried to bargain
with Bertha. One proposal was that she be allowed to take the Spanish womans
place in the stocks. There she would gladly accommodate anyone in anyway. Also
if it pleased Bertha she would be happy to let the two assistants use their
straps on her. As the bonds grew tighter, her offers grew more extreme.

Next came a suggestion that she be hung from the ceiling and severely whipped.
In desperation, her last offer to Bertha was that they tie her down and beat her
tits and pussy with straps or hoses. Stuttering she even mentioned the use of
the bamboo cane. Smiling down at her, Berthas only comment was "maybe later".
Tina explained that while the blond kept begging, Sharon and her were able to
see one of the assistants wheeling out a tray. Looking at me Tina said "that
woman had good reason to beg, they were going to use the oxygen on her". As the
contents of the tray was explained I put my head down and said "the Dr. used
that on me". Looking up Tina asked how. Unable to explain it any better I just
said "she used oxygen to give me an enema". Again, shaking her head Tina just
said "they really worked on you". I would soon realize that as painful as it
was, my treatment was mild in comparison to what could have been done.

In somewhat graphic detail I was told what Bertha was doing. It was a procedure
she learned from the Dr. Unfortunately everyone in the group had also been
taught. A special colon tube about six feet long was being pushed into the
blonds rectum. What made it special was that it was attached to the tip of a
Nozzle. That meant anything that went through the tube had no way out
unless the nozzle was opened or removed.

After the six feet of tube was inserted Bertha took great pleasure inflating the
two balloons of the nozzle to their maximum diameter. That alone started the
tightly bound woman whimpering. Next a speculum was roughly pushed into the
woman's pussy and opened. Kneeling to see what she was doing Bertha then pushed
a Foley catheter into the blonds cervix lodging it firmly in her womb. That
caused the blond to let out an ear piercing scream of pain and again beg not to
be tortured. When Bertha finished inflating the end of that catheter she picked
up a second. That one was forced through the womans urinary tract, into her
bladder and also inflated. Tina pointed out that in order to cause us all much
more pain, lubricant was hardly ever used during any of these tortures.

I suddenly remembered the catheter the Dr. had forced into me on my first visit
to her office. The terrible burning sensation as it went in. The excruciating
ripping feeling as it was pulled out. Worst of all was the Drs. promise to me
that many more would follow. Once the surgical tubing was in place it was
connected to a series of valves attached to an oxygen tank. By that time the
blond woman was fully aware of her fate. As if to save her strength for the
inevitable she stopped begging and crying. She just looked straight at Bertha
and said "not with the girdle on, please". My immediate reaction was to ask what
she meant.

Tina quickly explained that the girdle made it much more painful because it
wouldn't let her stomach expand. At least not until it was cut off. As if my
thoughts were written across my face Tina just said "I've had it done to me a
few times, I know. After three years with these fuckin' people there's not much
they haven't done to me". She continued by describing the hideous screams that
reverberated through the old warehouse.

Bertha was alternately filling the Blond's intestines, bladder and womb with
oxygen. The audience was loving it. It was one of their favorite sights. Seeing
a blond white woman screaming and writhing in agony. Bertha was at her best. She
mixed her skills of giving the crowd what they paid dearly to see with her own
love of inflicting pain on other woman. At a signal from Bertha the two
assistants hurriedly released the screaming woman from the table. With the tubes
grotesquely hanging from her groin, the blond was made to stand. That was
impossible. Not only was she being ripped by severe cramping, more oxygen was
still being injected into her.

Seeing her roll across the stage like a wounded, howling animal brought cheers,
laughter and calls for more from Bertha's guests. Another signal had the two
junior sadists pick the woman up and tie her wrists to a hanging rope. I was
told that this act was coming to an end. Once the screaming blonds arms were
pulled high above her head Bertha approached with a pair of long surgical
scissors. A combination of pain and the anticipation of what was next had the
unfortunate woman again begging. With fast and well practiced hands Bertha cut
the girdle away. As the poor blonds organs rapidly swelled her screaming peaked
and then abruptly stopped. Only a strange gurgle was heard as her head fell to
her heaving chest and she passed out.

To the applause and vulgar comments of the crowd she was left hanging. Now
assuming the roll of a teacher, Bertha used the ever present bamboo cane to
point out the distended stomach. She happily outlined the blue veins that
threatened to break through the severely stretched skin. She also brought
everyones attention to the fact that the woman was made to look six months
pregnant in only a few minutes. I shook my head in disbelief. What I had to look
forward to seemed to be getting worse all the time. Only three weeks before I
was a happy person. I had a good job. I had a great man in my life. I had my
whole family. Most of all with the money I embezzled I was able to buy as much
clothes, shoes, perfume and jewelry as I wanted. I had it made. Even the
operators at Home Shopping recognized my voice.

Only two weeks before I thought I would be able to get away with being caught
easily. I figured I would have to let myself be used as a whore. I would give
some blow-jobs. They would fuck me. At worst I would get ass-fucked. Nothing I
didn't do willingly many times before. Also, although it turned my stomach, I
would figure out what to do with the women. I would learn to do what had so
often been done to me by men. And finally I would handle the beatings they said
I would get. John had tied me to the bed and used one of my soft belts on me a
few times, it really wasn't that bad.

What I had endured so far and was now hearing about was something else. How
could anyone do things like this? What other horrors would I hear about? What
would be done to me in the future? How could any female be subjected to these
atrocities? How would I survive a year of this? In a pointless temper tantrum I
through some dishes across the table and began to cry hysterically.

It took quite some time, a lot of compassion and understanding from Tina, but
finally I calmed down. Without saying a word she began filling the bath.
Suddenly I was again aware of my own physical pain. The story of what was done
at Bertha's had consumed me so completely I actually forgot the pain I was in.
She gently helped me into the bathroom.

It must have been a combination of the ice packs and all the coffee we drank but
I suddenly felt the need to urinate. It was awkward with another woman present.
I inwardly smiled at my feelings. They seemed ridiculous considering what I had
just been through. Finally I dropped the robe and slowly lowered myself onto the
bowl. I screamed out as the hard surface came in contact with the welts on my
thighs and ass. Tina was holding a towel out to me and saying "you don't want to
scare the neighborhood". I immediately got the idea and covered my mouth.

Tina must have known what was about to happen because as soon as I released my
bladder I brought the towel back to my mouth as Tina held me. The pain was
unbearable. When it finally past I sat trembling and sobbing. I was told it was
normal. Unfortunately it would last a few days and was caused by having had my
pussy beaten with the hoses. When I calmed down Tina helped me stand. As I
looked in the mirror I again broke down and cried. Being an extremely vain
person I had used this same mirror thousands of times. Now I myself grimaced at
the reflection that I saw.

There were raised red welts on the front and backs of my thighs. The short tufts
of blond pubic hair did little to conceal the swollen blood red pussy lips. Nor
were they able to hide the black, blue and purple bruises that reached the
gentle swell of my belly. The belly that John loved to rest his head on as he
lovingly stroked me. Now I was crying not only from the pain but also from what
I was seeing.

Next were my breasts. They were so swollen they looked to be twice their normal
34-D size. Their entire surface was every color of the rainbow. Deep blue veins
appeared ready to burst. Small dried drops of blood marked all the spots where
the torturing needles had penetrated the delicate flesh.

But worst of all was my face. I had received quite a few smacks but they really
didn't show. What did show was a suddenly aged, beaten look. Also what showed
were the eyes, I had to look away in utter despair.

As always the hot bath and Tinas soothing touch did wonders. Temporarily I felt
better. With the robe again wrapped around me I was helped to the couch. Tina
refilled the ice-packs and placed them on the swollen areas. She reassured me
they were necessary.

Fresh coffee and more cigarettes had us talking again. Although she desperately
tried to change the topic of discussion we were quickly back to Bertha's. I
demanded to know more. Finally with a deep sigh she continued.

I was told that as the blond woman was dragged off the stage by the two
assistants, the guard in the room ordered Sharon and Tina to get ready. Just as
they were to go out for their second act, a disturbance began in the audience.
It was the Jamaicans who were amusing themselves with Sue. It seemed that they
weren't happy with her performance. They were complaining to Bertha that she was
being disrespectful and lacked enthusiasm. As I listened I had to smile. I asked
myself how any woman in that position could be enthusiastic and more ridiculous,
be respectful.

Tina described the way Bertha flew into a rage. As Sue cowered next to the table
apologizing and begging for a second chance Bertha and her two goons approached.
It was normal for us to be punished when any of the customers complained said
Tina and Sue knew she was in trouble. She continued pleading to Bertha but to no
avail. This had been done to her before and she knew the routine.

Trembling Sue stood and looked at the two menacing cattle prods being waved at
her by the assistants. Bertha then began to bark instructions. Sue was told to
undo her garter belt and pull it and her stockings to her knees. After she
reluctantly obeyed she was told to remove the push-up bra she was wearing. That
order caused her to begin sobbing as she begged Bertha not to hit her tits. Her
pleas were futile and only served to arouse the Jamaicans who were watching. She
was then made to lay across the table on her back as Bertha asked the men to
hold her arms and legs.

As the usually submissive Jewish American princess cried and begged, Bertha took
aim with her lethal cane. It took all the men at the table to hold Sue as Bertha
began delivering vicious strokes to each of Sue's tender thighs. The cane was
then directed at the screaming woman's stomach. To make the caning more
effective and be sure Sue didn't pass out one of the assistants kept a vial of
smelling salts under her nose the whole time.

Bertha was an expert when it came to torturing another woman. She knew exactly
what would cause the most pain. Before she moved to Sue's chest she let the tip
of the cane find the womans soft pubic mound. More men were needed to hold the
thrashing, screaming brunette. Then the sadistic black woman directed her
attention at Sue's large silicone filled tits.

First she began to gently caress them. Then she started to knead then as if they
were twin mounds of dough. As this was being done the smelling salts were
clearing Sue's pain shrouded brain for what was to come next.

At a signal from Bertha her other assistant moved near Sue's head and firmly
gripped both nipples. The junior sadist then pulled them up toward the ceiling
exposing the sensitive undersides of both breasts. That showed a great deal of
confidence in Bertha who instantly lashed out with the cane barely missing her
assistants fingers. When it was over Sue laid unconscious with almost a dozen
angry red welts on the bottom of her breasts. But Bertha wasn't through yet.
Tina then described what happened next. I was told how Bertha decided to
continue making an example of Sue. She did this for several reasons. One was to
satisfy the Jamaican's and boost their egos. Second, it made for a good show and
kept the customers coming back. Third was that the sadistic black bitch just
loved to hurt white women.

Sue was carried to the room where Tina and Sharon waited. Bertha followed and
quickly took a syringe from a small cabinet. Tina explained that it contained a
powerful stimulant that was prepared by Dr. Kim. It was a mixture that was often
used to help us endure even more punishment. As Bertha injected it into Sue,
Tina said that Sharon and her were ordered to go out and start entertaining the
men. Tina herself was told to stay with the Jamaicans and see to it that they
were happy or else she would get the same treatment Sue did.

I looked across the room at Tina with a expression of sympathy on my face. She
acknowledged it by saying that oddly enough she was relieved by Bertha's
command. It meant that Sharon and her would not be the next part of the show.
Sue would be made to do it instead. With her yes staring at a blank wall Tina
quietly said that she went to the table where Sue had been. The Jamaicans
immediately began to ravish her exaggerated chest while also forcing her to
begin sucking and fucking.

It was extremely difficult for me to comprehend what she meant by relieved. As
Tina continued recounting her ordeal in Harlem I would understand.

When the stimulant took affect and Sue was cleaned up and redressed she was lead
back to the stage. As the Jewish princess promised to do better Bertha began her
tirade. She was reprimanding Sue for insulting some of her most valuable
customers. She also went on about how she had been embarrassed. The crowd was
enjoying the verbal abuse Bertha was giving the trembling brunette. Suddenly
Bertha's yelling stopped. She stared at Sue and just loud enough for everyone to
hear said "you white trash, if you can't please my guests, maybe you can make
the dogs happy".

Tina described how the color instantly drained from Sue's face. At the same time
I felt myself grow pale. Sue gasped in shock and began to beg Bertha for another
chance. Desperately she promised to make amends for her poor performance. She
offered to do almost anything rather than be with animals. As a last resort she
even suggested staying with Bertha for the weekend.

Again I was puzzled. It was becoming routine, but Tina realized it also. She
added that to stay alone with Bertha and her girls was always extremely painful
and usually very dangerous. Most occasions resulted in a stay at Dr. Kim's. She
intentionally dropped the subject by saying "I've done it, I know".

It was getting late in the afternoon. As much as I tried to fight, the events of
the preceeding night were taking their toll. I was still in considerable pain
and also very nervous. That was due to what I had been through and what I was
being told. Also was the fact that I had been ordered to work the following
morning. The last thing I possibly wanted was to disobey the Winstons in any
way. My curiosity was running rampant. I wanted Tina to tell me everything that
happened to her. I truly felt that by knowing what I was up against I would be
able to find a way out. Unfortunately fatigue was winning.

I told Tina who just commented that it was about time. She immediately went into
the bedroom to undo the bed. Then she helped me up and slowly walked me to my
room. I let the robe fall to the floor as I literally collapsed in the apparent
safety and comfort of my bed. I didn't know it then but the future would prove
that feeling to be a myth.

Tina brought the ice packs, water, some pain killers and more anti histamines.
She was a godsend in the way she helped and cared for me. When I was as
comfortable as possible she left the room. She was back in a second with an
overnight bag. I guess in the confusion I had never noticed it. I immediately
realized that she was going to stay the night. I was instantly both thankful and
concerned. There was only one queen sized bed and I had never slept with a
woman.

Before I could say anything Tina put the small case on the dresser, turned and
began removing her dress. Until that very minute I hadn't picked up on the fact
that Tina was very nicely dressed. She was wearing a green knit dress with dark
stockings and pretty green five inch pumps. As she removed her dress I was
shocked by her lingerie. It was very similar to what I was forced to wear only
hours before.

Tina stood there wearing a black half cup bra, a heavy black waist cincher with
long garters, shoes and stockings. It was far from what would be considered
normal underwear. Also very noticeable was the fact that she wasn't wearing any
panties and had a clean shaven pussy. I remember staring in awe at what I
considered a truly bizarre sight.

Tina caught my puzzled look. Before I could say anything Tina kind of smiled and
said let me explain. First she said "they want us to be clean shaven from the
neck down. Toward the end of the week when you feel better Mrs. Winston wants me
to take you to be shaved". I immediately remembered the Dr. grabbing a handful
of my pubic hair as she examined me saying this will have to go. Again I tried
to speak but before I could get a word out, Tina continued.

She Explained that we were only allowed to wear underwear that they approved of.
Anything we did wear had to be bought from a shop in the village they sent us
to. I was also told that some special items would be made for me after I was
measured and fitted. Sullenly she added that we would be going to the lingerie
shop when she took me to be shaved. She made a point of telling me to never wear
panties or pantyhose, I would get punished if I did. As Tina took off her bra I
gasped in horror. Her very ample breasts were not only black and blue, they were
criss-crossed by thin white scars. Unmoved by my reaction she undid the cincher.
Again I gasped as more bruises and scars came into view. Tina remained silent
and avoided my gaze. She just rolled down her stockings and put them with the
rest of her clothes. Reaching into her case she took out an oversize tee shirt
and put it on. Quickly and quietly she went to the other side of my bed and
climbed in.

I was about to ask more questions but was interrupted. In a voice that sounded
very shaky she said "good night, If you need anything, wake me". I remember
little else as the fatigue, emotional drain and pain killers took immediate
effect.

I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. It took me a few minutes to clear the
drugs from my brain. After doing so, my first instinct was to touch my chest and
pussy. The pain was still intense and it seemed that I was even more swollen
than I was yesterday. As I heard Tina in the kitchen the memories of what I had
seen and been told came crashing back. Quietly I laid there staring at the
ceiling, within seconds I was sobbing uncontrollably.

Again Tina came to the rescue. Carrying a big mug of coffee She came in and
asked how I felt. Between sobs I jokingly said "I feel like someone beat the
shit out of me", we both laughed. That was the first and only time we did laugh
for the rest of the day. As Tina pulled my covers to the side she told me I had
a few nightmares but didn't wake up. Examining my injuries she said I had time
for some ice before I got up. It took only seconds for her to prepare the ice
packs and place them on my tits and pussy.

There it was, six a.m. Monday morning, a new day and the start of a new week. I
was still in severe pain. Was this the way my life would be from now on?
Recalling the sight of Tina's body I could foresee nothing less.

We sat silently sipping the coffee and smoking. After about fifteen minutes Tina
said I should get up and prepare for work. I agreed, fearing the consequence of
being late. As Tina helped me to the bathroom she reminded me that Jimmy the
chauffeur would be here at eight o'clock. As I shamelessly sat on the bowl I
inquired why so early.

As my whole groin was engulfed in pain due to normal bodily functions, she
answered. I was reminded about the price of Jimmys kindness. He helped her get
me home yesterday and she asked him to pick us up this morning. Now she had to
pay for that service. Again Tina suggested I too get on his good side in case I
needed his help. Before I was able to comprehend what I had just been told Tina
helped me into the shower. I had to shield myself from the pounding water but I
must admit the warmth felt good.

It was really the first time I was able to thoroughly wash. Unfortunately I
wasn't able to scrub the filth of their acts away. I used the shower massage to
give myself a makeshift douche and enema, I made a mental note to be more
thorough later. Before I shut the water Tina called out "leave it on". As I
climbed out she just stepped in and began to wash.

We were both done showering before seven. It was very strange to have another
person in the house getting dressed with me, especially a woman. I usually do my
make-up at the kitchen table. Tina commented about how strange that was but got
her cosmetics and followed suit. I wore a robe and she was wrapped in a bath
towel as we sat there. I couldn't help but notice more thin white scars at the
top of her chest. As much as I tried it was impossible to remain silent. Finally
I began to ask more questions.

Firmly Tina evaded my inquiries by just saying "we'll have plenty of time to
talk later, lets not get ourselves upset now". She was absolutely correct. When
we were both done with our hair and make-up Tina went to her overnight case,
took out a bag and handed it to me. She just said "Mrs. Winston wants you to
wear this". With shaking hands I opened it finding articles of underwear. There
was a white old fashioned heavily constructed bra and garter belt with dark
stockings. As I stared at the small pile dumbfounded, Tina was taking a thick
white one piece bra and girdle from the case. It took me a few seconds but I
finally said "they don't really expect us to wear this stuff, do they"? Her
answer was brief and to the point. "You better, everyday" she said.

The bra I was given would have been a perfect fit if I wasn't swollen from the
injections. Tina helped me get it on as tears filled my eyes. Although safe in
my apartment the group still managed to cause me pain. How could I last the day
I wondered. The garter and stockings weren't too bad. Tina suggested I wear a
dress that was easy to get out of and heels. The implications of her suggestion
went right over my head.

I watched as she struggled into her one-piece. It was old fashioned and strange
looking but I had to admit, it made her look good. The timing was perfect. As we
both finished hooking our stockings, there was a knock at the door. It was eight
o'clock. Tina just turned away from me saying "don't worry I'll handle it". She
went to the door as I reached for my robe. Looking back at me she said "leave it
off". I knew by her tone she meant it.

Jimmy entered with a big friendly good morning as his eyes feasted on us. I felt
like I would vomit and almost told him to go fuck himself.

As he looked me up and down his tone changed turning gentle. Shaking his head he
said "they really worked on you, will you be all right, can I get you anything".
I was caught off guard, all I could say was "no thank You". To my further
surprise Tina handed him a cup of coffee. He took it and sat down with us as if
it were the most normal thing in the world.

After a few minutes Tina politely said to him "come on, lets go in the bedroom".
As they walked away I heard him ask about me. Tina answered that I was really in
bad shape but promised that I would be glad to next time.

I felt strangely embarrassed as I listened to the sounds of Tina giving him a
blow job. I myself had made those same sounds many times with John. Over the
course of our years together he had even admitted that I had gotten quite good.
I never thought my talents would be used as barter for a ride. When Tina
finished Jimmy went downstairs to wait.

After she rinsed her mouth and reapplied the smeared lipstick she put on a navy
blue button down dress. She acted as though nothing happened and I was too
astonished to say a word. Taking her advise but not knowing why, I chose a long
black skirt and black cardigan sweater. Putting on our coats and turning
everything off we went down to the waiting limo. It was very difficult for me to
make it down the steep stairs. I wondered how I would survive the day. Hitting
the cold morning air made me realize that I was running a fever. When we got
into the limo I told Tina how badly I felt. Her response was warning me about
complaining too much. It could get me sent to Dr. Kim.

Within fifteen minutes we were in front of the busy Manhattan offices of Mr.
Winston. It was almost time for work. Once upstairs the office took on a whole
new light. Fear and embarrassment made it different. Tina and I both got coffee
and went to our respective areas. She was in an office down the hall and I was
next door to Mr. Winston.

I tried desperately to do some work. I thought it would help get my mind off the
way I felt. No matter how much I tried I was unable to focus on anything but my
situation. Just then Mr. Winston arrived.

To my astonishment he looked at me and said good morning as if nothing had
changed. He even had the audacity to ask me if I enjoyed my weekend as he passed
en-route to his office. I sat silently, unable to say a word. For the next two
hours I fumbled through my normal routine.

Whoever I spoke to asked if I was all right. The few co-workers who saw me were
extremely concerned about my health. I tried my best to blame it on a terrible
virus that I caught on Friday. The excuse seemed to be working. Tina called
several times to see how I was doing and to offer moral support. I didn't lie to
her. I said I wouldn't be able to make it through the day. The pain was getting
worse all the time and I was burning with a fever. As I was in the middle of the
sentence Mrs. Winston and Goldie walked into the office. I dropped the phone in
shock. For the next few minutes I sat in horror wondering what would happen
next. I didn't have long to wait. My phone rang and Mr. Winston summoned me into
his office. Trembling and gasping for breath I opened the door. Mr. Winston sat
behind his desk as Mrs. Winston and Goldie sat casually on a sofa. I stood in
the doorway shaking, afraid to walk in.

In the same horrible sarcastic tone I heard Saturday night, Mrs. Winston said
"get in here bitch". I quickly did as I was told. As I stumbled to the center of
the room the trio began to speak. They were talking as if I was an object and
not a person. I heard them say things like. I guess the cunt survived. The bitch
don't look that bad. The cunt could have taken more. The bitch is stronger than
we thought. The Dr. was right. Wait till next month. Wait until we tell the
others.

Hearing these comments I began to sob. Finally I was able to look at them and
say "please no more, I beg you". That brought only hearty laughter. Mrs. Winston
was the first to speak directly to me.

Approaching me she said "first bitch I'll teach you how to stand at attention".
I was ordered to clasp my fingers together behind my neck. Using the tip of her
shoe Mrs. Winston kicked my ankles until I stood with my feet well spread. I was
told to always stand straight with my shoulders back. As soon as I followed her
direction I felt the increased tension in my injured breasts. Seeing the pain on
my face made her smile and say "they still hurt, good".

With that she reached out and began to feel my throbbing tits. When I started to
move my hands down to protect myself Mrs. Winston screamed at me to stand still.
Goldie immediately came to her side as if she needed help. The vicious woman
kept squeezing me until I was sobbing loudly. With a big smile I was told I
could make all the noise I wanted, the office was completely soundproofed. At
last she stopped. Turning to Mr. Winston she said "call the other bitch in".
Within seconds Tina was standing next to me in the same position as I. Suddenly
I saw this woman who had instantly become my friend and ally in a totally
subservient role. As we were both questioned by Mrs. Winston I saw how much Tina
feared the woman.

I was asked how I felt and if I needed medical attention. Tina was asked what we
discussed. I was told I had a lot to learn and Tina was given the responsibility
of teaching me. The verbal assault continued. When she was done with her
questions and commands Mrs. Winston calmly but firmly ordered me to strip.

Although embarrassed and mortified at the thought of again being nude in the
office I instantly obeyed. The memories of what happened when I didn't do as I
was told were still very fresh in my mind. My fingers raced to the buttons of
the sweater I had been advised to wear. Now the reason why became apparent.

Letting the garment fall to the floor I reached for the skirt but was stopped.
As I stood in the bra I was given I was ordered to put my hands back behind my
neck. The three of them began to study my confined breasts. Mrs. Winston, with
her contemptuous voice asked if I liked my new underwear and if it fit well.
Finding it difficult to speak I shook my head no.

The probing and squeezing continued, only this time by all of them. It hurt
terribly and I was openly crying. Goldie was by far the worst. She took great
pleasure in causing me pain. She was after all punishing me for my bigotry.
Suddenly I was ordered to remove the bra. As it came loose I felt instant
relief. That feeling didn't last long. I was closely and painfully examined. The
bees venom was still active and I was still very swollen and sore. Using sharp
fingernails and the tips of pens as pointers, every painful mark and bruise was
studied. They all approved of the condition of my chest and happily agreed that
I could take much more tit torture.

That phrase and Tina's stories hit me with the same severity as one of their
whips. Mrs. Winston then directed me to remove my skirt and lay down on the
conference table. I instantly obeyed even though I was mortified by the thought.
I had often sat at this table during important meetings. Instantly they began
treating my pussy in a manner similar to my tits. Pushing my legs obscenely
wide, they squeezed and probed. I cried. Finally I was told to stand while they
traced all the welts left by the whips and canes. Leaving me they turned their
attention to Tina.


She was told to remove her dress. As she stood in the one piece bra and girdle
Mrs. Winston again started to speak. She asked Tina if she explained their rules
concerning underwear. Tina replied that she had started to. Looking toward me
Mrs. Winston said that toward the end of the week I would have to go with Tina
to be fitted for some special garments. With her sarcastic smile she emphasized
that my punishment bras would be included. Pantyhose or panties were never to be
worn. I would be subject to inspection at any time. The only time I was allowed
to go without underwear was when I was home. In a loud rough voice she asked "do
you understand bitch". Again directing her question at Tina she asked if I was
told about Dorothea. Tina answered nervously that she didn't get to it. Mrs.
Winston just smiled and said "I'll deal with that in a minute". Standing
directly in front of me she began to explain Dorothea's purpose.

Dorothea was Goldies aunt. She lived in a tenement on the lower east side of
Manhattan with her retarded son Bobby. She was a retired nurse who attended to
things that Dr. Kim couldn't be bothered with. Among those jobs would be the
complete removal of my pubic hair. I was also told that since I had been unable
to give myself the douches and enemas as I was ordered, in the future I would be
sent to Dorothea to have it done for me. That same type of cleaning would also
take place anytime I was used sexually.

After thinking a few minutes Mrs. Winston turned toward Tina. She said "I think
when your done in the village Thursday night you should go right to Dorothea's
so she can shave this bitch", pointing at me. "While you're there have her give
you a thorough cleaning just so she can watch," again indicating me. "That way
she can see what she has to look forward to". I saw that Tina was getting
nervous.

Not nearly finished with her verbal torture session Mrs. Winston continued. Tina
was asked when she was going to visit her daughter and see the wardress. Without
waiting for a reply Mrs. Winston just said "let her go with you, it should be
very educational", again looking at me. Then Tina was reminded that the
following week was her scheduled check-up. Sarcastically, Tina was told to take
me there also, again so I could watch and learn.

Mr. Winston mercifully interrupted stating he had an appointment coming in
twenty minutes. Unfortunately Mrs. Winston wasn't quite through. Turning back to
Tina She said "you did not follow my instructions. I told you what I wanted
explained to this bitch".

I watched as an expression of fear raced over Tina's face. She suddenly began to
twist and pull at her fingers. At a signal from Mrs. Winston Goldie pushed a
bookcase aside revealing a hidden alcove. I stared at the contents in shock.
Concealed inside were some of the same instruments I had been shown in the
dungeon of the Winston house. Tina watched as Goldie took something from a
shelf.

When the maid turned revealing a small black box with a lot of dangling wires
Tina became extremely agitated. Stuttering and retreating toward the door she
pleaded With Mrs. Winston not to use that on her, at least not here and now. As
Goldie placed the device on the conference table Mrs. Winston spoke. Tina was
simply told that she was going to be punished for her disobedience and to show
me what would happen to me when I didn't do as I was told. The two woman
exchanged words with Tina arguing that the punishment was too severe. Somewhat
amused Mrs. Winston answered, saying that Tina had no choice and knew better
than to argue.

In a vain attempt to change her tormenters mind Tina offered an alternative. To
my surprise she boldly said, "why don't you have Goldie whip my tits and pussy
with the strap. You don't even have to tie me. I'll lay on the table and hold my
legs open". In reply Mrs. Winston maliciously said "I do enjoy that, but not
this time. Start putting the leads on before I make you come to the house and I
use the big machine".

Visibly shaken Tina began to unwrap the wires as Goldie placed other things on
the table. One was a short thick rubber dildo. Second was a metal cylinder about
the size of a frankfurter. Last was a tube of K-Y. As Tina screwed one of the
wires into the cylinder she turned toward Mrs. Winston and said "should I
undress madam". The reply was "just pull your tits out, we don't have all day".

I watched in astonishment as Tina slid the bra straps over her shoulders and
pulled the cups down. Without any further hesitation Tina spread a liberal
amount of the K-Y on each nipple. Next she picked up a wire that ended in a
metal clip. As we all watched Tina opened the clip with her fingers, brought it
to her nipple, and gingerly relaxed her grip. I saw her grimace as she reached
for an identical wire and repeated the process on her other nipple.

With the wires dangling obscenely from her chest Tina began coating the metal
cylinder with K-Y. Seemingly oblivious to her surroundings or the people
watching her, Tina squatted and pushed the cylinder into her pussy. When she was
done she turned toward Mrs. Winston. As the sadistic woman took a seat next to
her husband she said "set it to medium for twenty seconds and get on the table.
If you pull any leads off or get up we'll make it thirty seconds on high and
start again".

Tears were running down Tina's cheeks as she turned some dials on the box. As
she slowly began to lie down on the cold hard wood she put the rubber dildo into
her mouth. Our eyes met as I watched her sink her teeth into it. I could see she
was terrified. Naked and in pain I stood mesmerized. I was witnessing the
torture of a fellow employee in the office we worked in. I thought of protesting
but realized it could just as easily be me. I wasn't quite sure what was going
to happen but my instincts and personal experience told me that Tina was going
to suffer badly. As everyone watched Mrs. Winston flipped a switch on the box.
In an instant I saw my friends body begin to shudder and convulse.

She was emitting sounds that were more animal like than human. Her eyes bulged
in their sockets. I watched Tina's body twist into inhuman contortions. She
thrashed around the table for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally the buzzing
of the box stopped.

Tina spit out the gag and began gasping for breath. She was bathed in sweat and
saliva drooled from her mouth. Her nose was bleeding and there were small pools
of urine near her crotch. We all watched for several minutes as Tina tried
desperately to recover.

Mrs. Winston was the first to speak. I was told to remember what I had just
witnessed. The same could easily be done to me. Tina was told to get up and
clean the mess she had made of the table. She was also told to consider herself
lucky. If they weren't in a hurry she would have been made to lick the table
clean.

White as a ghost Tina tried to stand holding the table for support. Goldie
handed her a wet towel so she could wipe her face. Then, instantly obeying Mrs.
Winston, Tina began to remove the clips from her nipples. The sharp teeth left
tiny drops of blood. Also the nipples appeared to be twice their normal size.
Then moaning loudly she pulled the dildo out of her pussy.

As Goldie put back the instruments of Tina's torture, I helped my friend clean
the table. Mr. Winston's office was now back to normal and he was ready for his
next client.

Tina and I were both helped into an adjoining bedroom which I never knew
existed. Mrs. Winston made herself comfortable while Goldie poured coffee. Tina
struggled into the bathroom as I went to my knees near the bed. The high fever I
was running coupled with the events of the the past forty eight hours caught up
with me.

About twenty minutes later Tina came out of the bathroom fully dressed.
Miraculously she almost looked like nothing happened to her. Again she began
helping me. When I was dressed and on my feet Mrs. Winston looked at us and with
a big smirk on her face said "take the rest of the day off, you both look like
shit".

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