A New Life

Chapter 45

       Master Joe reached out a huge hand and crooked a finger at Sheila.  With eyes downcast, she moved over to him; the crowd parted wordlessly.  She knelt at his feet, trembling.

       “Master, please abuse this slave.  How would you like her to entertain you?”  Sheila announced; her voice loud, but shaking.  Joe stepped behind her and produced a short stainless steel cable from one of the pockets of his cargo shorts.  One end was affixed to a ball slightly larger than the ring on the back of Sheila's collar.  The other terminated in a small loop.        He lifted one hand behind her back and slipped the loop through the ring on her cuff, and then did the same with the other cuff.  A padlock from the same pocket snapped through the loop.  Her hands were locked in close to a reverse prayer position.  He looked over to the Toymaker.

       “Got the new piece?”  He asked.  The Toymaker nodded.

       “Yep.  Right here.”  The Toymaker answered and stepped forward with another piece of metal.  The device was a cup shaped thing with a bar rising from the lip of the cup.  Two loops in the shape of a figure 8 were attached to the bar; open cuffs that connected to the bar.  Joe took the cup and placed it on Sheila's left elbow and drew the elbows together.  The cuffs went around the forearms and locked together; finishing the reverse prayer position.  The action caused Sheila's shoulders to arch back, extending her breasts.  It only took a minute for her shoulders to start burning.  How long would she be locked like this?  She wondered.

       As if reading her mind Master John announced.

       “Get used to it, slut.  This is going to be your new way of life.  You don't need arms or hands for what you're going to be doing.  If Helena can suck off horses without them, you can too.”  Sheila paled, knowing that he was right...and that the Mistress had figured out a way to achieve a similar condition without the surgery.

       Master John stepped over with another one of the Toymaker's designs.  It was a stainless steel belt with two flat straps extending from it.  Each strap held two open cuffs, one larger than the other.  She had a good idea what would happen next; She was correct.

       John put the belt around her waist, the straps ran down her thighs. The larger cuff locking around her thigh; her ankles were pulled up and locked into the cuffs, securing her ankles to her thighs.

       “The Lady told you that you were the lowest worm in the compost pile.  Now you get to understand the fact of that condition.”  John told her.  As he said this the Lady Beth appeared, pushing a cart similar to the one that Helena used.  The height of the cart left all of Sheila's holes at a perfect height for abuse.  John reached down and grasped the bound girl's ankles in one massive hand and put his under hand under her elbows.  He lifted her like she was a sack of potatoes, placing her on the cart.

       “This is for their use...not yours.”  The Lady told her.  “When they aren't fucking you or abusing you in some fashion, you'll squirm to wherever you need to go.  And you better learn to squirm fast.  Maybe you can balance on your knees and walk that way.  We'll have fun watching.”

       Mr Tanner spoke up, “I like her on her knees better.”  Everyone chuckled.

       “Hell, you'd have everyone on their knees if you could!”  Master Joe remarked, which earned a laugh.

       “Damn right.  Just where they deserve.”  Tanner retorted.

       “Toymaker...the finishing touch, please.”  The Lady Beth requested.  The Toymaker stepped up to the girl on the cart and turned her over so that she was on her arms and feet.  The pressure forced her shoulders back even more.  The Toymaker pulled a pair of hard rubber blocks from his pocket and produced a metal head harness.  He pressed on Sheila's chin; she opened her mouth.  The blocks were fitted between her molars; he then fitted the harness.  It was similar to the medieval brank; an open cap with metal straps running down the cheeks to a chin cup.  He started by placing the cup under chin and pressing up.  He was able to tip the cap portion over her forehead and snug it down over her scalp. Another strap ran down the back of her head; at the bottom was a flexible woven metal collar.  This went around her neck and locked; a short rod connected to the chin cup, making sure that everything was secure.  All the locks were of the Toymaker's design, he handed the key to the Lady.

       Tears were flowing from Sheila's eyes and pooling on the material under her head.

       “There.  Now you're complete.  You're probably wondering how you're going to eat with  your mouth locked open.”  The Lady Beth asked.  Sheila nodded, her eyes closed.  “I'm happy to tell you that we have already anticipated that.  The cook has formulated smoothies that you can earn by sucking them from your practice cock.  But the Mistress has told me to inform you that most of your meals won't come from the kitchen.”  She paused for the effect.  “Most of your meals will be soft...very flavorful...and predigested.”  Sheila gave a short gasp that turned into a sob.  “That's how you will become a more valuable asset.  Have you heard of 'The Human Centipede'?”  Sheila shook her head negatively.  “It's a movie...a horror movie.  You're going to play the second position in a temporary version of that movie...a supporting role.  Helena is already studying her part for the lead in the play.  She's just eating it up!”  The Lady Beth laughed.  Tuesday gave a gasp; she did know the premise for the movie and had seen parts of it.  She had been on her knees, her mouth locked onto the cock of one of her mentor's “friends”.  Her bondage at the time was similar to Sheila's, she had been sucking the cock for two hours with unknown hours to remain.  The owner of that cock had watched the movie, Tuesday got the occasional glimpse and listened to dialog; along with comments from her host.  He made sure that she got to see pertinent portions of the flick; even picking up his cell phone and proposing to her mentor that she would be perfect for a real life version of the movie, though in a forced temporary situation.   Exactly like Sheila would find herself in.  Tuesday had escaped that fate...Sheila's fate was sealed.

       The Lady Beth stepped away from the cart.  “Help your selves.”  She said.  Immediately Tanner stepped up and turned her sideways across the cart, pulling her head off the side.  His cock found the wet hole and plunged in.  The width of the cart made it convenient for someone else to find her asshole.  Her pussy wasn't the slightest bit wet as Tuesday's might have been; and was.  Howard stepped up with a handful of lube, already applying it to his shaft.  He smeared the rest on the pucker perched between the folded legs, working it in with two, then three, fingers.  He wiped them on her abdomen and held her steady against Tanner's thrusting efforts to push her off of the cart.  He pressed the head of his cock against the pucker and let Tanner drive the asshole onto his cock.

       “Thank you, Mr. Tanner.  You are most kind to provide assistance.”  Howie said.  Tanner grinned.

       “Don't mention it.  Always happy to help.  We can switch in a minute, if you  wish.” He said.  Howie looked down.

       “I'll probably need a bit of hygiene improvement in a moment...so yes, if you don't mind.”  Howie answered.

       “She a bit shitty today?”  Tanner asked.

       “Yes...there is a bit of mess.”  Howie replied.

       “Hmmf.  Just like her attitude.  Well, just like her attitude used to be.  But we're fixing that, aren't we sweet cheeks?”  He asked down at the face he was impaling. A grunt that could have been affirmative along with a bouncing of her chin seemed to be her response.  “Good slut.  We'll turn you into a a grade A cocksucking, ass munching slut in no time. Of course, it might not SEEM like no time.  But you'll be amazed how time will fly while we're having fun.”  He laughed at the girl's plight.  Her tears dripped to the floor.

Chapter 46.

       Priscilla moved over to Tuesday and looked at the tube attached to her clit.  She knelt down to get a better view. Her finger lifted it while she examined the device.  As her fingers surrounded it, the Toymaker spoke up:

       “The inside of the tube is covered in sharp bristles...all pointing out.  If you pull on it, it will likely damage her clitoris.  I suspect that Mistress Christine would make you enjoy the same effect.  Or just give her yours.”  He said calmly.  Priscilla carefully lowered the tube.

       “I've made one for everybody...so you all will be able to enjoy the experience.”  He looked into Tuesday's eyes.

       “You're wearing the simple cap.  Did she put all of the extras on first?”  He asked.  Tuesday nodded.

       “Yes sir.  It was too much.”  She answered.

       “Tell the others what the extras are.”  He ordered.  She looked around at the others and then looked down at the tube.

       “There are two needles that go through it...side to side.  They were under the rubber bands that keep it together.  And there is a different cap...”  Her voice trailed off and she swallowed.  “It has a needle in it too...A long one that sticks into the clit....It goes deep.”  She swallowed again.  “I couldn't cum with those sticking in me...so she took them out.  She says that eventually I'll be able to cum with them.”

       “I believe the intent is for you not be able to cum WITHOUT it.”  The Toymaker said, smilling.

       Dawn knelt down and look at Tuesday's entrapped clit.  She turned and look up at the Toymaker.

       “When can we get ours?”  She asked, sounding anxious.

       “Never I hope.”  Donald retorted.  They all laughed.

       “That's up to the Mistress.  Would you like yours now?”  The Toymaker asked.  A smile spread across her face and she nodded.

       “Please, Toymaker.”  She replied.  Donnie shook his head, Howie looked grim, Rebecca and Priscilla looked shocked, their eyes wide, their heads slowly moving back and forth.  The Toymaker smiled at the blonde.

       “I'll check on it for you.”  He said and her smile turned into a grin.  Priscilla and Rebecca had turned pale.

       Priscilla took Tuesday's elbow and led her to the table, helping her to climb up on it, turning face up.  Priscilla pulled over until Tuesday's head hung off the side; then stepped up to her face, spreading her legs wide and putting her pussy against Tuesday's mouth.  Tuesday dutifully began to lap at the slit, teasing the labia, licking the fluid as it ran from the opening.  After a few minutes of slurping Priscilla leaned forward for Tuesday's tongue to reach her clit.  Tuesday's lips found the swollen bud and began to suck and lick.

       Meantime Rebecca had been spreading the ever flowing fluid that was pouring out of Tuesday's cunt. Rebecca had wiped her hand all over the pussy in front of her, getting the slippery stuff over every single pore. When she spread her fingers the viscous goo bridged between them.  She scooped up another palm full and made sure that her hand was soaked.  Then she folded her fingers into a funnel shape and began to slide them inside the messy cunt.  It didn't take long for all five fingers to disappear...soon Tuesday's pussy appeared to have eaten the hand up to the wrist.  Rebecca pulled her hand out far enough to bring out another dollop of juice, which Rebecca caught with her other hand.  This she spread around the puckered asshole and her other fingers.  Soon both hands were gone, wrists extending out of Tuesday's lower orifices.  She plunged her hands in and out, sometimes together, sometimes in opposing strokes.  The depth of the hand within her asshole became astounding.  Tuesday's cervix limited the depth of that hand.  Tuesday felt a finger tip and fingernail rubbing around the mound of her cervix, the finger determined to fathom the further depth.  Tuesday gasped at the pain as Rebecca pushed hard, the finger tip gaining entrance.

       Tuesday continued to suck and pleasure the pussy at her mouth.  She licked and swallowed, sucking where the woman directed her mouth.  She felt the finger make progress into the mouth of her womb as the thumb found her g-spot.  Tuesday's passion, always high, began to boil.  The pain of the stretching of her holes, the intrusion into her cervix and the pressure against her g-spot  sent her over the edge.  She tensed and shuddered, her hips rising to meet the hands inside her.  She gasped into the pussy on her face, the juices from the woman above her coating her face, clouding her eyes. She snorted the juice up her nose in an effort to clear her sinuses and breath.  And the stimulation never slowed down.  The fists continued stroking inside her; the thumb and fingertip building her towards another climax.  Again her pussy and asshole spasmed, again she came, swallowing the increased of flow into her mouth.  The women wouldn't let up.  They had been ordered to make her cum and to be painful about.  They expected the pain would really start to build after the third or forth orgasm, and they were right. Tuesday was wearing down...Rebecca and Priscilla were just getting started.  Rebecca wanted some of what Priscilla was getting; Priscilla was happy to switch.

       Priscilla backed off, she had enjoyed two or three orgasms..they had pretty much run together.  Rebecca removed her hand from Tuesday's ass and presented it for cleaning.  Tuesday obediently licked it clean, then Rebecca's other hand as well.  Rebecca presented her pussy for slurping while Priscilla started lubing her hands.  Tuesday welcomed the relief...but realized that it would be short lived.  She was correct...her orgasms continued a few minutes later.  The afternoon stretched toward a long night.