A New Life

Chapter 40

       Sheila's training, i.e. punishment, began as soon as the Lady Beth closed the door.  The projector came on as the lights were dimmed. The process was certainly not scientific.  It was more a way of punishing Sheila for her prior recalcitrance.  The videos and accompanying shocks were used to perhaps motivate or educate her as to what her new preferences were to be.  Vanilla sex scenes featuring vaginal sex with orgasms were punctuated with a variety of shocks to her labia, clit and nipples, the pussy pounder was used to accentuate such orgasms.  The electrical impulses could be tuned to provide stimulation that was less than painful and could enhance arousal.  Never to the point of actual orgasm for her, however.  Oral and anal sex, especially accompanied with chastisement of some degree garnered less vicious stimulation.  More unconventional activities, such as golden showers and piss drinking, asshole worship or extended flogging, were delivered with arousing stimulation to enhance her reception. 

       Many of the videos were recorded in the house.  Others were either commercially produced or provided by associates of the house. The Toymaker had designed the pulley system so that they could be backed off, releasing the tension on her nipples, labia and clit when the less punishing episodes were shown. The hooks were still in place, but the reduced tension provided relief from the constant pain.

       Midway through the second day a video came on that was clearly recorded in house.  The scenes followed a woman that Sheila had never seen before.  In her earbuds a voice that sounded like Mistress Christine said “Watch very carefully”.  It appeared that this asset, an attractive brunette with green eyes, had been acquired and transitioned out before Sheila had arrived.  What struck her as unusual was that many of the scenes seem to mirror Sheila’s own behavior.  Her reluctance to perform enthusiastically, whether in the stables and kennels, performing her house slut duties or her attitude in general, all seemed familiar.  The videos were all produced with the house professionalism, a familiar look to the bound Sheila.  The scene changed, drapes that were recognizable to a member of the house, though not necessarily to an outsider, disguised an area that Sheila wasn’t familiar with.  The girl was accompanied by strange men, not easily identifiable. A vise mounted on a metal framed pyramid sat on the floor.  Hands that Sheila recognized as the Toymaker’s (though his face was never shown) manipulated thick cuffs with rivets protruding from one side.  The woman’s wrists were slipped inside the cuffs, the cuffs placed in the vise and the vise closed the cuffs so that the rivets entered matching holes in the other end of the cuff.  A pneumatic riveter was used to fasten the cuffs, anklets and collar permanently on the woman.  While her hands were locked behind her dental floss was looped around her areolas and tightened severely.  Her shocked face was interrupted by the installation of a cock gag shoved into her mouth and pulled tightly around her head then locked.

       The next scene showed a desolate landscape. A sweeping panoramic shot displayed miles of nothingness.  The camera panned rough terrain and sparse scrub with nothing within sight until it stopped on a group standing not far from an SUV.  In the distance a figure was lying on the ground; a man was driving a stake with a sledge hammer.  The scene cut to a closer shot of the hammer striking the end of the last stake.  The shot was pulled back to reveal the woman Sheila had last seen being cuffed in the house.  She was stretched out on the ground nude, her other limbs already attached to other stakes.  A closer shot revealed that the manacles had been worn for several days.  Her wrists showed sores and bruises, evidence of harsh treatment. A worn blanket was under the nude form, providing scant protection from the rough ground, actually used to minimize the accumulation of dirt. 

       A rough leather strap was cleaved across her mouth, tied tightly behind her head.  A gas burner was set up and lighted, the flame confined within a wide metal ring.  Notches in the ring provided a resting place for several iron rods with wooden handles.  The area was cold, as evidenced by the jackets the men were wearing and the bluish skin of the trembling woman staked out before them.  The gas flame offered little relief from the cold. One of the men removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves.  He knelt between the thighs of the woman and unrolled a small bundle.  The woman lifted her head to see what was happening.  Off camera a man said something unintelligible and the others appeared to laugh.  The woman looked back and forth frantically, not understanding what was happening.  The shot tightened on her right nipple.  It was still bound by the dental floss.  More days than Sheila originally thought must have passed. The nipple was puckered and crinkled.  A black swollen mushroom on an angry red globe.  The nipple was cracked in several places.  It was a horrifying sight.  The shot stayed close, showing only the tormented nub.

       A hand appeared in the frame, a finger flicked at the blackened nipple.  A gurgled scream could be heard from off the scene.  Another flick, another scream.  The hand disappeared, then reappeared holding a cauterizing scalpel.  Fingers from the other hand held the blackened piece of flesh while the scalpel removed it, cauterizing the flesh as it moved.  The breast moved as the nipple was removed.  The woman was stretched taut…but she still found enough mobility to move slightly.  The camera panned over to the other nipple and the procedure was repeated.  The lens was zoomed out to reveal the woman shaking; her head jerking from side to side.  The chains to her legs were tightened even further. 

       There was no urgency in the actions.  Various shots showed the men to be relaxed, enjoying their fun.  Cigarettes were smoked, conversations in whatever language the men spoke sounded light.

       The man with the scalpel moved down and knelt between her thighs.  The lens was zoomed in to frame the woman’s pussy. Forceps lifted the hood of her clit. The scalpel slit the hood from the top edge back to the Mons; followed the small bit of flesh to the left, severing the half of the hood from her body.  Gurgling screams continued from off screen.  The scalpel returned to the beginning point and dissected the remaining portion.  The flesh was an angry red scar with blackened edges, but little bleeding was evident.  The forceps were used to grasp the clit and stretch it as far as it would go.  The hot scalpel plunged into her flesh at the side of the stretched nub.  The body shook, even against the tension of the chains; then relaxed.  She had passed out.  The scalpel continued around, gouging out the clit, leaving a ragged, burned hole in its place.  The burned clit and the scalpel disappeared, the scene static.  The lens widened and a man waved a small white object under her nose.  The ammonia capsule awakened her and her screaming and shaking continued.  The man with the ammonia capsule delivered a swift slap to her face along with a loud order in the unintelligible language.  She stopped screaming, but not the shaking. Then a white hot iron rod was pushed into the opening, burning out any remaining remnant of her clit.  The lens zoomed in and panned over to a hand with the forceps holding the clit, still steaming from the extraction.  

       The camera refocused on her pussy.  Thin long clamps were placed on each labium.  The right one was stretched out and the scalpel returned to do its job very slowly.  The other labium followed; then the inner lips were added to the trophy pile.  A few points of bleeding oozed.  The glowing iron rod was used to touch up the leaking.  The scalpel wielder picked up a device that resembled a small kitchen whisk with a cover over it.  The cover was retracted to reveal not wires, but very slender blades.  The cover was pushed back over the blades and a tube of surgical lube was squeezed into her pussy and the covered blades were inserted.  With only the handle protruding, the cover was slipped back off of the blades and the handle given a quick spin.  Again the shaking; and screaming could be heard.  The handle was turned while the device was extracted, blood dripping from the blades.  The device disappeared and a surgical stapler appeared.  The opening to her cunt was stapled shut, a finger used to size the remaining orifice.  The once pretty cunt was now an ugly scar.  Any pleasure that it had ever given to its owner or companions was over, never to be repeated.

       Sheila shook with fear, the brutality beyond her comprehension.  Tears filled her eyes, snot dribbled down to collect on her upper lip.  Perspiration joined her tears running down the side of her face.

       Now one of the men knelt next to the woman's head, holding it firmly still.  A white hot rod was lifted from the gas flame and carried over to her face.  The camera shifted and zoomed in on the woman’s face; terror delivered an open, trembling mouth and wide, shifting eyes.  The rod was held close to her right eye.  The heat began to scorch her cheek and eyelid, tears flooded down her face.  The rod was held until it began to fade to a medium red.  By then the cornea was damaged and the retina ruined from the glare. The rod was briefly touched to the orbit and the eye was destroyed.  The rod was returned for reheating.  The damage was soon symmetrical. 

       The equipment was swiftly gathered up and put in the back of the truck.  Then the men stepped up and stood over the woman’s head.  A close shot showed three streams of piss pouring down on her face, ruined eyes bleeding and crying.  The men stepped away, returning to the truck.  The cameraman also got into the truck, holding the sight of the woman in the frame.  The stretched woman receded into the distance as the truck drove away.  Loud words and laughter in a language Sheila couldn’t identify echoed inside the truck.

       Sheila suddenly realized that she had barely been breathing.  She was stunned at the casual brutality she had just witnessed.  She began to take big gulps of air, tears filling her eyes and streaming down to the thin mattress beneath her.  Her sobs wracked her body; she kicked and pulled at the chains; as if her motion could offer some relief to the terror she felt.  She at last calmed down, still breathing quickly. Words in her earbuds startled her:

       “She did not die.  She was picked up later, after she had a chance to think about her life.  She was delivered to a brothel were she works today.  She is used for cheap anal and oral sex as well as cleaning up the other girls after they have serviced their johns.  She licks them clean, occasionally cleaning the johns as well.  They left her the tongue and vocal cords, though she doesn’t have anything to say.  You should learn from her experience.”  The voice was the Mistress’.  The projector started up, displaying a shot of Sheila sucking on a horse in the stables, a look of revulsion on her face.  Sheila watched, remembering.  She winced and shuddered as she watched herself puke violently when the horse had filled her mouth. 

       “Not acceptable” The Mistress’ words rang loudly in her ears.  A sudden shock was delivered to her clit and cervix as the points pounded into her.  Sheila watched through her tears as a pretty blonde crawled under the belly of another horse and delightedly began to suck on the huge cock.

       “Pay close attention” The Mistress said.

       More videos of woman and horses as well as with dogs were shown.  Tuesday and Helena were featured as well.  After two hours the recordings of the reluctant woman began again.  Again, Sheila was terrorized by the cruelty.  Another several hours of recordings ensued, advancing to a series of scat videos.  The women gleefully played and ate the brown mess, reveling in mouthfuls of piss. Another series of videos showed women playing with oversize toys.  Plugs and dildos of immense size, even larger than the Roscoes stuffed pussies and assholes to the point that Sheila expected bloody ruptures.  One showed a pretty blonde perched atop a four foot tall traffic cone.  A close shot of her ass showed that she had sunk down until six inches of width across her asshole supported her body weight.  She smiled and laughed as she enjoyed the impalement.

        Both times as Sheila watched the horrifying video she noticed more details.  The third time she followed it with the Lady Beth’s description ringing clearly in her mind.  She didn't realize that the temperature in the room was decreasing as the video started for the third time.

She also hadn't realized that during a previous checkup visit the weight on the hook lines had been doubled.  When the video began once again the pulleys were released and the increased weight stretched her nipples and pussy even more.  As the scalpel moved the various hooks delivered electric shocks to mimic the action on screen.

       When the video reached to point where the glowing iron rod was held in front of the woman's eyes, halogen spotlights that had been aimed into Sheila’s eyes came on, temporarily blinding her.  She screamed and convulsed, her head jerking back and forth, matching the scene projected above her.  She continued screaming as Tuesday entered the room, checking to be sure she was alright. 

       The lights were out but Sheila’s eyes still burned from the brightness, unable to determine that Tuesday was standing next to her.  Though she couldn't see, the audio continued to fill her ears, the video wasn't required...it was still playing in her memory.  When the sounds from within the retreating truck began, this time they were in accented English.

       “Do you think she learned anything?” One man said to accompanying laughter.

       “She was a slow learner before.  Perhaps this will prove motivating.” Another voice, more laughter.

       “If she has to come out again for another lesson, we let her crawl back. We'll put the feet in the truck.”  The first voice said and the soundtrack faded out.

       “Oh my God!  Oh my God! Oh my God!...” Sheila repeated over and over.  She was barely able to breath.  The effect was to give Sheila a small example of the experience. Her mind couldn’t fathom that happening to her…but she knew it was a too real possibility.  Perhaps a probability.  The Mistress wanted her to fail.  For her to go through THAT!  Tuesday held Sheila’s shoulder, shaking her gently, then harder.

       “Sheila!”  Tuesday said loudly.  “SHEILA!”  She almost shouted.  Sheila came around, recognizing Tuesday standing next to her. 

       “I…I…I have to do it.  I don’t…know…how.  But I will.  Help me!  Please!  Help me.  I’ll do the horses…the dogs.  I’ll…I’ll be a toilet.  Anything.  They can’t do that to me!”  Sheila was clearly panicking.  Tuesday was puzzled by this outburst since she hadn’t seen the video.  But she recognized that Sheila had experienced an epiphany of sorts.  She had literally seen the light.  Tuesday checked everything and determined that nothing unusual was happening, other than Sheila’s panic.  She smiled down at the stricken woman and left her alone, shaking on the bed.

Chapter 41

       Tuesday was reveling in her new role.  The freedom from the threat of diminishment allowed her to embrace her goal.  She was allowed to orgasm occasionally, always accompanied by increasing amounts of pain and humiliation.  Her toilet cleaning duties took twice as long, as did her daily workouts, because she was constantly being stopped for sex.  The other members of the house were delighted as well.  They enjoyed having her as a mandatory fucktoy, being careful to follow the instructions about how she was allowed to cum. 

       “This is exactly what you were placed on this earth to do, cum sucker.” Howie said to her with a growl as he pulled her face hard into his loins.  He and Donald (who was balls deep in her ass) had once more found her in the gym and cock spitted her on one of the mats.

       “I've never seen anyone who enjoyed cleaning a shitty cock as much as you do.” Donald added. “And the way you suck my piss is delightful. You're quite the toilet slut.”  Howie noticed that she smiled around his cock, her eyes dancing as she heard the “compliments”. Being humiliated thrilled her, especially when it entailed describing the actions she was performing.  As usual, a puddle formed under her on the mat as they fucked her.  She would get to lick it up after she had cleaned their cocks.

       Her exercises continued.  She was in excellent physical condition, stunningly beautiful as she went through her routines.  Half of her exercises included stretching and flexibility movements.  She also utilized the exercise pool; a small swimming pool with a powerful pump that forced a current through the water so that the swimmer could swim strongly without moving forward. 

       The Lady Beth also provided more personal exercises.  Tuesday could pick up large, heavy items by closing either her cunt or her anus around them, as well as a rod the size of a finger.  Her Kegel muscles where astounding, and she utilized them frequently to the delight of the male members of the house.  Even the Roscoes were impressed.  While they couldn't get the depth from her pussy (her cervix prevented that) she could give them a wonderful squeeze with it; her asshole, however accommodated them well, providing the three of them with glorious pleasure.  When the two huge men spitted her, her eyes would glaze over, drool spilling out from her lips as they stroked in and out of her.  Her throat wouldn't allow any more depth than her pussy, but her tongue and sucking mouth more than compensated for the depth her ass allowed.

       The Lady Beth brought Tuesday back to the chair to install another one of the Toymaker's devious little devices.  Tuesday had a prominent clit, one that had led her into much of her troubles in her adult life.  The Lady strapped Tuesday down and moved to her stool at the juncture of Tuesday's thighs.  The Lady picked up a clit vacuum cylinder and hand pump.  She gathered up some of the ever present goo from Tuesday's cunt with the opening of the cylinder and placed upon Tuesday's clit, drawing it into the cylinder; the flesh stretching and swelling from blood being pulled into the nub. Tuesday's lips formed a line as the Lady pulled the clit into the cylinder.  The Lady detached the cylinder, leaving it protruding from the cunt.  While the clit was stretched, the Lady busied herself with the new device.  Tuesday could see part of what was happening.  Another cylinder, a bit smaller than the one sucking her clit was being manipulated by the Lady.  Beth slid the cylinder inside the barrel of a modified syringe, the end being open to accept the device.  The Lady picked up another copy of the device loaded into the syringe.

       The Lady carried it around to show Tuesday what it was.  The small cylinder fell apart lengthwise, revealing the inside.  Two grooves circled the outside of each half, a small hole through the clear plastic in each groove.  The inside was filled with rows of thin flexible plastic needle points, all pointing towards an end with threads around the exterior.  Tuesday realized where it was going...and felt a squeeze on her heart.  The Lady just smiled and returned to her stool.

       “This will be an addition to your jewelry.”  The Lady said, indicating the curved bars buried under the clit.  The Lady released the vacuum sealing the tube on Tuesday's clit.  She placed the new device over the swollen nub and pushed it down, simultaneously withdrawing the plunger.  Tuesday watched as her clit was pulled into the new cylinder, the needles causing a burn in the sensitive flesh.  Tuesday gasped as the plunger passed a small opening in the body of the syringe and the vacuum was released.  The clit tried to retract but was captured by the thin needles as they buried themselves into the retreating flesh.  The Lady pulled the syringe body back slightly to reveal the first groove.  She produced a pair of forceps clamped around a small sharp pin.  She placed the point of the pin into the hole and pushed in, skewering the clit.  Tuesday sucked in a sharp breath as the Lady rolled a castration band off of the syringe and into the groove.  She backed the syringe up to the second groove, inserted another pin and band and removed the syringe completely. 

       Perspiration rolled off of Tuesday's forehead, into her eyes.  Her cunt burned, not unlike when her clit was originally pierced.  The Lady picked up another piece and displayed it for her captive.  It took Tuesday a moment to recognize its function.  The Lady grinned as the realization sunk into Tuesday's mind what it was.  The Lady held a small plastic cap, threaded on the inside.  Captured in the center of the cap, but loose to move, was a one inch long needle.  The outer end of the needle was flattened and had a small hole through the flat.  The Lady placed the end of the needle against the end of Tuesday's clit and smiled as she pushed it home, impaling the clit on the needle.  Tuesday gasped and bit her lip, afraid to utter a sound. The cap found the threads on the cylinder and The Lady screwed it on.  The end of the needle stuck out from the cap.  When the Lady touched the flattened end of the needle the sharp end moved within the clit.  Tuesday jumped and moaned, not able to resist the reaction.  Her clit felt like it was being branded.  Perspiration poured from Tuesday's head and body.  Drops pooled in her navel, dripped from her crinkled nipples.  She held her head hard to the headrest and closed her eyes, lights flashing against the inside of her eyelids.  When the Lady snapped a sparkler on the end of the needle, darkness claimed Tuesday's mind.