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Downward Spiral Chapter V: The Beginning Of The Journey...
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story is entirely fictional, the characters, likenesses, and over all the whole basis of this story is not real. The scenes of extreme torture depicted in this story must not be repeated, even with consent…
Consciousness slowly returned to the battered form as a moan escapes her pink lips after the brutal beating the Maitresse gave to her, and, ironically her first thought is…
Ohh… my head…
Yet as the consciousness returns also does the awareness and, noticing than she can’t close her eyes no matter how hard she tries, she instinctively speaks; or at least tries to ask from her mouth only letting out…
“Hhah…? Hhy aan’t oose yy aif…? Unnhh yy ouhh…!“
By then her eyes finally regained their focus, noticing the two portrait-like photographs filling her visual field as her brain carefully studies them as she tries to blink yet again, noticing fully now that the cursed domino mask is still on and avoiding her to close her eyes as she thinks…
Damned domino mask…
The picture on the left depicted the Maitresse on a green bikini, the top generously supporting her breasts as the bottom covers her private area. Her short hair framing her face, where a loving, inviting smile rests as she poses, big brown eyes filled out with love and pinkish lips predominate in the makeup less face as she leans forwards; her breasts spilling generously despite the to, her right arm outstretched and hand open, reaching out, calling, inviting as her left hand rests on her hip, legs spread straight up as they support the upper body with bare feet and the woman keeps thinking…
God… such a lovely mouth… so tasty… and the eyes… so lovely…
Yet the woman quickly dispels those thoughts, as she immediately self-chastising herself as she knows those thoughts are unbecoming of her since those are thoughts of craven sluts and she is a Superior Dominant woman, so she decides to use her mind to process the second picture, which depicts the Domme differently: again her short hair framing her face, now showing heavy make-up exuding coldness, the steeliest brown eyes gaze forwards, glaring in a look designed to render the greatest, most willful people into little, insignificant specks of dust, hardly worthy of her attention as they are framed by the heavy black shadow as a ruby colored, cold, cruel smirk accompanies the glare, prompting the woman to think…
Look at her…! The whore thinks herself so superior to anyone else…
The body is depicted as standing straight, a black choker on her neck and again, the left hand resting on her left hip but, unlike in the bikini shoot, it exudes a cold resolution instead of the warm seduction; now the left arm is covered by a black leather fingerless glove reaching out to her elbow while a bodice covers from her breasts, making them look bigger as the waist gets narrowed down, up to her crotch, tightly enveloping her body. The right arm is also covered in a fingerless glove, but on the right hand there is a single tail whip as she poises herself ready to strike as her tanned legs go bare, the outfit giving them an unnatural height the right one bending as her right booted foot rests on a wooden box placed forwards , ready to be worshiped as the left boot is hidden by the box itself, then the woman notices the Maitresse wears 4in. stiletto boots; thinking anew…
Wow…! Must hand it to her that shoot looks HOT…! But think… think… what’s going on… I need to figure out where am I so I can escape…
So she tries to calm down, first noticing that she can’t talk, most probably thanks to a ring gag since she can feel dried up saliva on her chin, then remembering the domino mask is on, the woman tries to reach out to remove it she discovers than she is bound of, at least, wrist, elbow and upper arm, then she notices she is kneeling, but barely above ground as she thinks out loud…
Bound… maybe spread eagled… it’s OK… just stay calm…
Then, to her horror, she notices something on her pussy, realizing that a hard something has filled it, she squirms trying to get it out, discovering that her feet are bound too, and finally noticing several murmurs, as people talk she tries to make sense of the voices, and she finally making sense of a warm voice that says…
“Don’t you think the breasts bondage is a bit excessive…?”
“Nonsense…! Mistress ordered her fully bound, so after they finished I got out a moment and came here to fully bind her, besides what are you all doing here…? Did mistress order you all to come here right now too…?”
Said another voice as the woman finally understood the rest of the voices, as they were agreeing with either one of the previous voices until the second one talked to them, then the voices faded down as they moved away as the first voice said again…
“Of course you are aware than that escapade will only further down your place as a toilet slut and will get lady 14 in trouble with Mistress, right…?“
While this was said she saw nothing but the photos until a small relief was felt due to her breasts were freed, yet the relief was short lived as she felt the blood coming back to them, causing discomfort until she falls forwards, noticing than her arms were freed, then, she felt a cold on her knees, meaning than the ropes holding her legs were removed, then she felt herself being lifted, and, upon returning the coldness to her knees, she finished falling forwards but managed to soften her fall with her hands as 63 said…
“My! Look at it, she can’t even kneel straight anymore”
“You try being tied up to that thing for as long she has and you’ll feel like she does too, now hush…”
Answered 62 as the woman tried to steer herself towards the source of the voices and, upon gazing them, found herself choking inwardly as a couple of naked women knelt there… The owner of the first voice was a petite woman, whose blonde hair was a weird contrast to her bronze-toned so, the woman figured out she was a Latina and couldn’t do anything but admire her perfect body, noticing her bare cunt and the big, leathery collar adorning her neck…
The other one was a classical African-American, also naked save her ownership collar; the woman also noticed than, despite being taller than her companion, she seemed to be the most feminine woman she had ever seen as her face was… leaner… than your average African-American as she thought…
Wow… Those sluts are Supreme quality merchandise… how come the whore has such beautiful sluts…? She truly doesn’t deserve them!
Then, as the girls looked back the weird one frowned she crawled towards the fallen woman and, upon reaching to her she leaned in saying…
“A Ring Gag! Goodness sometimes I think you don’t want to get your old job back…!”
“Come on…! It’s supposed to be funny…! The thing was to be fully bound and well cared…”
Was the answer given by the other slut, while the weird one pulled out the ring gag from the woman’s mouth, whom gasped before she hoarsely croaked…
“Who… who are you…? Where… where am I…?”
To which both girls looked at each other, one smiling while the other frowned as the weird one said in calm, soothing voice, as she raised her neck…
“Don’t be afraid… I am 62 and this here is my sister 63…”
Then she pointed to her neck, showing than her collar had a number ‘62’ engraved as 63 said…
“And you’re still on Mistress’ home; of course you are now where the whores and ill behaved bitches are thrown into when they displease Mistress…”
To which 62 just shot a glare at 63, and, while hugging the woman tenderly she butted in saying…
“Of course that’s the case for us sluts as for you… well, I don’t know why Mistress threw you here… a mistake I’m sure…”
‘Yes, a mistake’ thought the woman while 63 butted in anew, a glint of sadism showing in her eyes…
“Then again, Mistress said she’d love to meet you as soon as possible so we’re ordered to help you look your best for the meeting…”
Then, as 63 finished, 62 smiled to the woman and was the last thing she saw, as the girls guided her for some time as 62 kept saying…
“Don’t worry, it’s All Ok, we were just ordered to transport you this way… an exaggeration I guess…”
“Yeah, exaggeration…”
Was 63’s retort yet the woman could do nothing, and, then, unexpectedly her eyes recovered their use, showing a room whose only contents were a tap with a hose connected, some soap, scourers, shampoo, and a bucket, which brought the woman’s pride and anger as she said…
“W… what’s the meaning of this…!? What are you trying to do…?”
This was answered harshly by 63, whom, with the glitter of sadism again in her eyes said eagerly…
“Listen carefully ‘lady’… we are ONLY doing OUR assigned task, for we will be punished if YOU make us delay on it… so shut up and lets us do our job if not for your sake for ours, understood…?”
“For YOUR Sake you say, slut…? Why should I care for your sake…? Why should I care for your sake…? You’re a slut; less than anything… you don’t matter… and if you think I’ll let you ‘bathe’ me like a common whore you are sadly mistaken…”
Was the spiteful answer of the woman, who, ignoring the dirty outfit soiled with her cum and bodily waste and the domino mask had returned to her usual dominant self, focused on them, yet, as 62 was looking at her pleading, 63 ignored her and started walking behind her and, upon reaching behind her she unclasped the woman’s top off while saying…
“Again, ‘lady’, just shut the fuck up and let us do our job… trust me on this… Mistress pissed off is something no one should see… ever…”
Then, as the top fell off the woman screamed in shock and, while covering her breasts in a show of self awareness she turned to glare at 63, noticing than 62 was already alongside her sister as she said in a voice filled with rage …
“HOW DARE YOU!!!??? Don’t you know who I AM…? I’m Hazama Midori and I’ll…”
Then the woman just shut up and looked on shocked as 62 gave her a slap… she knew the kind of slut 62 seemed to be and knew she would never oppose to a superior unless another, more terrifying in the eyes of the slut gave the command or she was too terrified of what may happen if she didn’t do the unthinkable act, so she didn’t quite hear her as she whispered…
“Please forgive me but sister is right… we don’t want to anger Mistress so please just let us bathe you and get you to Mistress so she can explain it all to you…”
And she slowly removed the bottom of the suit, leaving the woman stark naked so, as 63 got the hose and started wetting her while 62 scrubbed gently, rinsing her clean; unfortunately the woman was feeling something amiss and decided to express it by squirming and moving, making it harder for the bathers as 62 said again…
“Please stop moving, we are already late as it is, we don’t need more hold ups…”
“S… sorry… c… can’t… h… helppp youuuuu… I… I’m mooree f… focused onnn h… holldinggg ittt uppp…”
The Lady retorted as 63 decided to stop the whore’s play so Mistress wouldn’t be too hard on them as she harshly said…
“Holding what up for Mistress’ sake … just keep fucking still, OK We need to finish this so we can take you to Mistress and wrap this up…”
To which 62 took the time to notice the woman, and then timidly told her sister, trying to make it be as kind as possible for the woman…
“Sis…? I think she needs to pee, at least I think it is just that… Am I wrong…?”
This brought a wicked smile to 63’s face as she saw the woman swing her head to the sides, denying what 62 said yet moaning “toilet…” and, as the smile turned out to become an evil grin, 63 said…
“So, the slut needs to shit eh…? Well, she can do it there…”
While pointing to the bucket, causing the woman’s eyes to bulge out, while 62 said in an apologetic voice…
“It’s the only way here… please hurry up so we can finish this up…”
Then the woman lowered her eyes, blushing crimson as her caretakers looked at her… 62 with deep sorrow, as she was genuinely sorry for the woman while 63 had her wicked grin, both knowing than the delay just shortened their hopes of making it up on time, so 63 said…
“The other choice would be to do it right here as you are, but this drain can’t deal with shit so hurry up and move before you have my sister and I killed…”
“Killed…?” thought the woman, as she hoped it wouldn’t be the case, reasoning it than those sluts were well trained and their deaths would be a waste as she walked slowly towards the bucket, still blushing, but one shade deeper; so humiliated yet she knew she knew she couldn’t hold it longer anymore: the had to at least pee so she could be better prepared for whatever might come…
“Hurry up…! We don’t have all the fucking day…”
Said 63 as the woman squatted over the bucket, releasing a yellow stream of piss her face blushing yet more but on her mouth was marked an expression of pure bliss, never noticing the cameras filming it all and, suddenly, a “thud” was heard as a brown shit fell into the bucket, pushing the woman off balance, making her fall forwards as 62 said…
“Oh my…! Look at that…”
And, then laughter was heard… for 63 laughed as she said…
“HA HA HA… Check it out… it reeks hideously… what the fuck did you eat ‘lady’…? HA HA HA …”
Thankfully no one noticed than 62 was next to the woman as she lay there, but 62 was transfixed by the sight of her ass, and was even licking her lips before she said…
“Here, let me help you…”
And 62 leaned in, diving between the ass cheeks licking the space thoroughly, enjoying the taste, moaning while she cleaned but never daring to invade her ass hole as 63 laughed and mocked disgust then, 62 rose her head saying…
“Mmm… delicious… she tastes like a Queen… you should truly taste this sister…”
This was enough to cut off abruptly 63’s laughter as she glared at 62 while saying…
“Could you two hurry up…? Clock’s ticking…”
Then 62 finished cleaning the woman’s ass and guided her back, resuming her bath and, after finishing helping her into a new bikini-like outfit complete with a new domino mask which accentuated her beauty and 62 said…
“Wow… Impressive you are so beautiful… now let’s go, maybe we’ll be on time…”
And all three started to walk out, when 63 said grinning…
“Mistress decided than you were to be blinded in between places, so that’s that…”
And proceeded to close the eyelids anew as 62 said…
“While it’s true Mistress ordered her blind, I think you are up to something sister… as for you, lady… just follow our voices…”
And they walked anew, the girls chatting of menial subjects and goading the woman until 63 managed to trip her, saying while stifling her laughter…
“Hurry up… Mistress waits…”
Alas, the poor woman had to crawl along the sluts, 63 making sure to hinder and otherwise further torture her until 62 said…
“We’re here Mistress, and we’ve brought her here as you ordered…”
Well, another part finished, don’t forget to review… and rate too Come on… I don’t bite that much… ;)…
To Be Continued…
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