Chapter 5
Debbie didn't wake up until her gag was wrenched from her jaws. Her
hood, collar and earplugs had already been removed. "Wake up,
shit-head," Mistress spat and slapped her face hard. Debbie came awake
and noticed that all the straps holing her to the couch had also been
removed. She felt almost rested, but her body was still tired from all
the exertions she had been subjected to over the last few days. As she
sat up she noticed that it was Giselle who was removing her bonds under
the supervision of Mistress. Mistress was clad in a navy blue business
suit consisting of a skirt stopping just above her knees, a blue jacket,
a white shirt and black tie. Everything accentuated her every curve,
fitting absolutely perfectly. On her feet were black 6-inch high-heeled
shoes and she looked absolutely stunning. Giselle was back in her
maids-role. She was again dressed in her white uniform with a small
black apron and a small white hat or cap perched on her back hair. All
of it was made of rubber. On her feet were black boots with 7-inch
heels, and her ankles were connected by a very short chain, perhaps 6
inches long. Around her throat was a thick black collar, from which a
leash dangled. She looked worn and subdued.
"Today you say officially goodbye to your old life," Mistress said as
Giselle removed Debbie's straightjacket, leaving her standing before
Mistress wearing only her corset and her heels. She grabbed Debbie's
member (which of course immediately sprang into action) and led her to
what looked like a gynecologist's examination chair or couch. She was
placed in it, her legs spread wide, and strapped down. When Giselle had
finished strapping her, she could only move her head. Giselle then
proceeded to give Debbie her morning meals, again force-fed through a
special gag, and then administered Debbie's enemas under Mistress
supervision. When the last enema was over, Debbie was again covered in
sweat, whimpering in defeat.
Now Mistress took over herself. She donned a pair of surgical rubber
gloves and began washing Debbie's naked member gently, producing the
usual reaction from Debbie. When she had dried Debbie's member, she had
Giselle fetch an icebox. As Debbie saw the icebox she knew what her fate
would be and she began to cry and whimper: "Mistress, please, Mistress,"
she sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh, shut up, stupid slut,"
Mistress spat back, "you knew this was coming. You know that
slave-bitches like you can't run around being allowed to cum whenever
they like. Worthless sluts like the two of you have to be kept under
strict control. You exist only for the pleasure of others, not your own.
Understood?" she asked, glancing at Giselle also. "Mistress, yes
Mistress", they meekly replied in unison. "Fine. No more whining from
either of you", Mistress finished and fished a large ice bag from the
cooler and wrapped it around Debbie's genitals. Debbie cried out with
shock and pain as she felt her member shrinking and the cold spreading
through her abdomen. Soon her cock was a tiny shriveled thing, but
Mistress was nothing if not thorough. She held the ice pack around
Debbie's genitals for several minutes just to make sure. Then she
produced Debbie's chastity device. It was the same as Giselle's; a small
metal tube that was pressed over her cock. At the end of the tube were
two metal strips holding the head of her cock, so that only the head,
now squeezed by the metal strips, stuck out of the tube. At the other
end of the tube a mesh cage for Debbie's balls made from metal wire was
fixed. When this was put in place and the wires tightened Mistress used
a small lock to make sure that the chastity device couldn't be removed
without either the key or with some sort of cutting tool. Debbie was
crying inconsolably and Giselle looked pityingly at her.
Mistress smiled broadly: "There. Now you are on your way to your proper
place in life as a chastised bitch. Oh do stop crying before I punish
you". Debbie's crying died down to a quiet sobbing. Mistress now
produced a large metal dildo, which she showed to Debbie. "Listen very
carefully now you useless cow", she said grabbing Debbie's attention
completely. "Soon I'm, for a short while anyhow, going to let you out in
to the world you came from. There you are going to perform some duties.
You are going to be under constant surveillance and if you fuck up, I'm
going kill you. Like this". She took out small remote control and
pressed a button. Out of the dildo sprang a knife's blade almost as long
as the dildo. Debbie recoiled in fear when she saw the blade and
Mistress continued: "You are going to be walking around with this in
your ass, so do as you're told!" With this she pressed another button
and the blade disappeared. Then she lubed the dildo and pressed it up
Debbie's ass. Debbie tried to resist a little but her ass had been
opened up by the treatment she had received over the last few days. When
the dildo was all the way up her ass, Mistress took a metal wire, fixed
it to the tip of Debbie's chastity device and pulled it back between her
legs. Debbie's whole ass and most of her lower back was hanging free of
the chair itself, so Mistress could easily fix the wire to the back of
Debbie's corset. Mistress had pulled the wire back so viciously that
Debbie's balls were pulled back between her legs leaving Debbie with a
smooth crotch. This of course also ensured that the dildo stayed in
place.
Even though it hurt Debbie couldn't help but marvel at her smooth
crotch. It looked so deliciously feminine!
Debbie was now released from the chair and led to an open shower niche
in the corner of the dungeon. There Giselle removed her shoes and
Mistress ordered Debbie to take short shower. It felt weird to stand
flat-footed again, and Mistress seeing the look on her face, assured her
that this was one of the last times in her life she would be doing that.
Debbie took a shower as ordered and Giselle helped her dry herself when
she was finished. Mistress had Giselle fetch a strange piece of padding
that went around Debbie's waist. It restored her natural waistline much
to Debbie's surprise. Next came a wide band of cloth that Giselle used
to tie Debbie's budding breasts down with, so that they couldn't be seen
outside a set of clothes.
As she wondered at this she was given her boys clothes, John's clothes.
"Today John will cease to exist. He will quit his job and his apartment
and then vanish from the face of the earth. No one will miss the stupid
little creep." Debbie then dressed in her old clothes and stood before
the mirror. She looked oddly like the John of old, and then again not.
"John" had a new feminine haircut and subjugated look on "his" face but
otherwise it looked like John.
Mistress placed a number of listening devices on Debbie's body as well
two tiny cameras, one looking straight ahead and one looking down her
body. Mistress also placed an earpiece in Debbie's ear so that she could
give Debbie orders along the way. As Mistress explained a dazed Debbie
listened: "I will be hearing and seeing everything you do. If you fail
to obey one of the orders I am about to give you, I will press the
button". She took out the remote control and the fear of the dreadful
dildo lodged in her ass brought Debbie back to reality.
She listened attentively to Mistress orders. She was to go to John's job
and resign. If anyone asked she had gotten new job in another town. She
was then to go to her apartment and say she was leaving. The actual
moving of John's things Mistress would handle. When all this had been
done, she was to walk to the nearby mall and meet Mistress in the
parking basement at a designated spot, being very careful to avoid the
surveillance cameras.
When Mistress had made sure Debbie had understood her orders, she took
her hand and led her to the garage where Bryce was waiting by a large
SUV with darkened windows. Bryce smiled contemptuously when he saw the
sissy. Debbie couldn't help but blush under Bryce's gaze. She
desperately wanted to be nice and feminine for Bryce so that maybe he
would be nice to her: Kiss, fondle, abuse and maybe even fuck her.
Debbie felt the pain from the chastity device as her cock tried to
swell, and she whimpered a little. This made both Mistress and Bryce
laugh contemptuously, and Mistress remarked: "It seems like the silly
sissy bitch fancies you Bryce." "Indeed it does Mistress", Bryce replied
with contempt. Debbie blushed further with humiliation as she climbed
into the back seat. Mistress got in beside her and as Bryce drove the
car towards town, she opened a briefcase. Inside the briefcase were a
television screen and a couple of loudspeakers. The television screen
showed two images: the view directly in front of Debbie and the view
looking down her front. The loudspeakers were filled with the sounds
from the car.
Bryce stopped the car a block from the subway station that John used to
get off at when going to work. As Debbie was let out of the car Mistress
said: "Do as ordered or I'll press the remote." The door closed and
Debbie walked towards John's workplace. After a few steps she had to
force herself to walk in a more masculine manner, since she was still
strutting along like a bitch in high-heels. It took some concentration
to get the walk right and it certainly felt wrong.
It was morning rush hour and there were thousands of people around her,
but Debbie felt utterly disconnected from them. She found that she
wanted to obey Mistress, even without the threat from the fiendish
dildo. Debbie wanted to be held prisoner, to be kept as a slave and the
uncomfortable feeling from the dildo in hers ass and the grinding that
her genitals experienced between her buttocks reminded her of this. She
loved being dominated and controlled. She had also completely rejected
the John-persona. She no longer felt male at all. She knew she wasn't
female either, but she had come to enjoy being a feminized sissy - a
dominated and controlled feminized sissy. She couldn't go back to being
a male.
With these thoughts Debbie went to quit John's job. It was much more
painless than she had imagined. There were plenty of people waiting even
for a shitty job like the one John had had. John's boss accepted her
explanation without comment, although his expression clearly said that
he thought that the little faggot had found some stud to fuck him silly
and keep him as a wife, and that was the reason he was leaving. The
little sissy had always had "homo" written all over him, but now it
looked like he had had his ass reamed out all weekend long, and that he
had liked having it reamed out!
Debbie received John's final paycheck and left. John hadn't really had
any friends, so there was no one to say goodbye to.
To get to John's apartment, Debbie took the subway. The morning rush
hour had passed and the train was almost empty. On the way out Debbie
had a moment to think about what was going to happen to her. A chance to
think things over for the first time in days. She had accepted her
sissy-slave role, but she didn't really know what was going to happen to
her, how far the slavery would take her, what would be done to her. When
she thought about Shannon the toilet slave she became very frightened.
What if Mistress wanted to turn her into a toilet slave? The thought of
eating shit made her stomach turn, but the thought of being forced to do
anything by Mistress turned her on. She became warm all over and she
began to take small shallow breaths. Once again she was reminded of her
status as a chastised sissy slave as her cock pressed painfully against
its confinement. Already she both hated and loved the device. She hated
it because she couldn't get erect and because she couldn't cum with it
on. She loved it because it was a proof and a reminder of her
submission. She also loved the way it made her crotch look smooth and
feminine when it was pulled back between her legs. These thought didn't
exactly make her less excited, and soon all she could think about was
her chastised member and the submission it symbolized.
After a while the train came to her stop. She got off and once again she
had to concentrate on not strutting along like bitch in heat. She missed
her high-heels and her feminine clothes.
As she opened John's apartment, she found that it had already been
emptied. Not that there had been much in it, but the speed and stealth
with which it had been done amazed her. Mistress really was a
professional slave trader! Everything had been thought of and taken care
of. She got hold of John's landlady and told her she was leaving. The
landlady was greedy old snoop who accepted her notice without comment
and said goodbye without warmth. Privately the landlady thought that the
little queer had probably met a bull queer who wanted to keep him as his
bitch.
Walking towards the mall Debbie thought of how easy it had all been, how
unnoticed it had all gone. Here she was, on her way into real, harsh,
unforgiving slavery - and nobody noticed! She was confused: did she
really want to be a slave? A real nobody? A voice in her ear reminded
her that she really didn't have much choice: "Get a move on you silly
slut! We haven't got all day," Mistress hissed into her ear. Debbie
walked faster and soon she was in the parking basement of the mall. She
carefully avoided the surveillance cameras and soon found herself in a
remote corner of the basement, hidden from view from most, if not all,
of the regular traffic. Here she found Mistress and Bryce waiting for
her, both standing beside the car. Without a word they removed all the
electronic devices on her. "Strip", Mistress ordered her. Debbie didn't
really want to undress in the cold, dank parking basement, but she knew
better than to question an order and soon she stood shivering before
Mistress, wearing only her corset. Mistress gave her a pair of black
shoes with 7-inch heels and locking ankle straps, which Debbie promptly
put on. Mistress and Bryce then tied her arms with a new kind of
armbinder. In this armbinder each of her hands grasped the opposite
elbow, making her arm lie folded in the small of her back. As Bryce tied
the straps on the front, securing the device, Mistress released her
tits. As her slave status thus became apparent Debbie began to cry
softly. She wasn't quite sure why, maybe it was because she lost her
freedom, maybe it was because she loved Mistress so much. Mistress
responded by caressing her gently at first and then kissing deeply for a
long time. When she pulled back Debbie's eyes were filled with absolute
love and submission. She belonged Mistress beyond a shadow of doubt.
Mistress responded by treating her like the slave that she was. She
untied Debbie's chastity device from the corset and removed the deadly
dildo from Debbie's ass. She then sat on the hood of the car, pulled up
her skirt, took off her panties and ordered Debbie to lick her. Debbie
complied at once. As she stood there licking, Bryce grabbed her hips,
lubed up her ass and thrust his big dick as far up as it would go.
Debbie groaned as he thrust it in, part in pain, part in pleasure. She
was so turned on by this and she couldn't get off! Her cock strained
against its cage, but it only caused her more pain. The frustration made
her grind her hips in way that gained her no relief but was most
pleasurable for Bryce.
When both Mistress and Bryce had cum, they finished her restraints.
First a large butt-plug was rammed up her ass and her chastity device
once more secured to the corset, restoring her smooth crotch. Debbie
whimpered in frustration as her straining member was tied down again.
Then she was ball-gagged, hooded and collared. As she stood in the
darkness, tied and gagged it struck her that all this had happened in
public! People must have passed while this had been going on, yet nobody
had noticed. The thought made her even hornier and thus more frustrated.
Mistress led her to the car and sat her down in the back seat on a towel
so that the cum leaking from her plugged ass wouldn't stain the seat.
Once inside the car Mistress strapped her legs together at the knees and
ankles while Debbie could feel the car moving. Once again she was struck
at how public it was. If it hadn't been for the darkened windows, she
would have been sitting tied, gagged and hooded in plain view of all the
other motorists.
Debbie was very frustrated and kept grinding her hips as they drove
along, until Mistress twisted her nipples viciously and ordered her to
stop. With a whimper Debbie settled down and sat still.
They drove for what seemed like a long time and Debbie almost dozed off
as the car came to a halt. She was pulled out into the cold air and
walked inside a building. There they took an elevator and walked down a
hallway. She could hear Mistress talking with someone and finally they
came through a door and she was ordered to stand still. Her hood was
removed and she saw that she stood in an office; a doctor's office it
seemed. It was filled with bookcases with medical textbooks and in a
corner was an examination table. Mistress and Bryce sat in chairs in
front of an empty desk. Debbie had been sure that they had been going
back to Mistress house to continue her training. She began to get very
afraid. What if they were going to castrate her? She began to whine
softly and cry with fear. Mistress heard this, rose and slapped her face
hard. "What is this silly whining bitch, " she asked. "Are you afraid
that we are going to cut your useless little thing off?" she mocked and
groped Debbie's smooth crotch. Debbie nodded weakly and Mistress threw
her head back and laughed. Bryce laughed in the background. "You silly
slut. I want your balls intact so I can torture them". With this she
smashed her knee into Debbie crotch. Debbie let out a groan of pain and
doubled over and she would have fallen over had Mistress not grabbed her
by the neck. She hissed into Debbie's ear: "Don't fall over unless you
really want to suffer." Debbie whined some sort of acceptance while she
tried to remain standing while she was doubled over in pain.
As she was standing doubled over in pain trying to keep her balance, the
door opened and a man came in. He was dressed in doctor's whites and on
his chest was a nametag reading "Dr. Jacobsen". "Ahh, Miss Chamberlain
always a pleasure," he said as he took Mistress' hand and gave her a
peck on the cheek. "Mr. Baker, nice to see you again." He shook Bryce's
hand. "So this is the sissy you called about," he asked as he grabbed
Debbie by the hair and pulled her upright. He scrutinized her for a
while and smiled a little as he remarked: "I see that she has been in
recent use." The cum that had run out of her ass had dried on the inside
of her thighs. Debbie blushed with shame, but couldn't put her head down
as the doctor still held her hair tightly. "Let's have a look, shall
we?" he asked to no one in particular. As he dragged her towards the
examination table, he asked Mistress: "Could you please unlock the strap
holding her chastity device up between her legs, so that I may examine
her rectum?" Mistress unlocked the strap from the corset and pulled it
out between Debbie's legs. "We'll also need to untie her arms so she can
be strapped down properly", Dr. Jacobsen continued. "Her corset will
also have to come off."
Together with Bryce, Dr. Jacobsen untied Debbie's arms, removed her
corset and sat Debbie down on the examination table, which was a lot
like the gynecologists table Mistress had in her dungeon. He placed
Debbie's legs wide apart in stirrup-like things and strapped her down,
her hands lying along her sides. The only part of her body she could
move freely was her head. For Debbie it was a strange sensation not to
have anything squeezing her midriff. It felt pleasant to be without the
corset, but she was sure that wasn't the point.
The doctor then turned around and shouted: "Nurse!" Immediately the door
opened and a nurse came timidly mincing in. She was obviously one of his
creations/slaves. On her feet were white high-heeled platform shoes; the
heels were at least 9 inches and the platforms themselves were 3 inches
high. Her legs were clad in tight, white rubber stockings and she wore a
ridiculously short nurse's uniform made of white rubber and on her head
perched a little white plastic nurse's cap. She wore a thick collar made
of white rubber with a big, shiny metal ring dangling down the front and
on her hands were little white rubber gloves. But the eye-catcher was
her tits. They were absolutely enormous! Big, round and almost
balloon-shaped, they had to be at least 60FF, if not more. Her timid
mincing could easily be explained by her difficulty in maintaining her
balance, but she also looked genuinely afraid of the doctor as she
answered him very timidly: "Yes, doctor?" She had a very light voice and
her speech seemed impeded. The speech impediment was obviously caused by
her lips, which had been made much too full for any kind of normal
speech. Debbie marveled that she could speak at all, with lips that
large.
Dr. Jacobsen addressed Mistress: "You wanted to give the sissy-slut real
tits and a feminine voice, right Miss Chamberlain?" he asked as he
grabbed Debbie's head and began to undo her gag. "Yes", Mistress
answered, "a pair 36 or 38 D-cups, removal of her Adams apple and a
bimbo soprano to go with that". As she spoke, Dr. Jacobsen removed her
gag and collar and began examining her throat on the outside. "Nurse",
he called, "speculum, please." The nurse had been anticipating the
request and immediately produced a speculum, with which Dr. Jacobsen
cranked Debbie's mouth open. He locked the speculum in the position that
held Debbie's mouth so open that she thought her jaw would dislocate. He
then asked for a special pair of pliers, which he used to hold Debbie's
tongue while he examined her mouth. The discomfort and pain from the
rough treatment made Debbie mewl and gurgle in distress; this he
completely ignored. While he was examining Debbie's mouth he asked
Mistress: "Do you want her teeth removed or replaced?" Debbie gave a
jerk with fear and surprise and let out a gurgling little scream. "No",
Mistress answered, "leave her teeth for now."
Having finished the examination of her mouth, he left the speculum
holding her mouth wide open and turned to examine her budding tits. "I
see that you have already made a good start", he remarked and began
manhandling Debbie's tits. He squeezed and pinched them until Debbie
began to cry out, and indeed the purpose of his whole examination of her
tits seemed to be causing her pain.
When he had finished "examining" Debbie's tits they were red and sore.
Debbie was drooling copiously now, since her mouth had been forced open
for so long. The drool dribbled down her cheek and splattered her chest.
"We'll clean her out now, before we perform the rectal exam", the doctor
declared and turned towards the nurse: "four enemas should do it, nurse.
Three water and one oil. See to it." The nurse had anticipated this too
and quickly scurried into action. Before Debbie had time to clench her
buttocks, she had inserted the head of the enema tube, already lubed up,
into Debbie's ass and had begun pumping it up so that Debbie couldn't
expel it. In no time Debbie felt her stomach being filled to the
bursting point. Without the corset on she could actually see her stomach
distending. When she had gotten a noticeable bulge on her stomach, and
she felt like she was going to pop, the nurse turned towards Dr.
Jacobsen and looked questioningly at him: "More, doctor?" she asked in
her strange impeded voice. To this the doctor nodded: "Continue until I
say so, you stupid cow. You will be punished for your stupidity later."
The nurse bowed her head in submission and began using a pump to fill
Debbie up even more. Debbie went mewling to gurgling little screams as
she continued to drool while she screamed. The pain in her stomach was
unbearable. She felt like she to take a shit so badly that she would
pop. Just as Debbie's screams reached a hysterical peak, the doctor
nodded to visibly scared nurse, commanding her to stop. The nurse then
produced a rather large bucket and held it in front of Debbie's asshole.
She waited for the doctor's go-ahead, which he withheld for several
minutes while Debbie's gurgling pleas became weaker and more urgent,
before he gave the order. The nurse released the valve and removed the
tube. The shit and water mixture exploded from Debbie's ass as she
moaned with pain and relief, drool and sweat running down her chest.
This was repeated three more times, as Dr. Jacobsen ordered more and
more liquid pumped into her. When they had finished, Debbie was reduced
to a pleading, babbling wreck, drenched in sweat and drool. She weakly
tried to obtain a measure of mercy that just wouldn't come from anyone
in the room. The nurse washed Debbie's buttocks before the doctor took
over. He had donned a pair of heavy-duty rubber gloves reaching almost
to his elbows. He then lubed first Debbie ass, then his hands. Then he
kneeled down and began his examination. Except it wasn't much of an
examination, more of a torture session. If Debbie had been able to think
clearly, she would have wondered why an anal exam was necessary when the
treatment she was going to receive was concentrated on her throat and
chest. But Debbie was much more concerned with what was going on in her
ass. At first he went comparatively slowly, inserting first one, then
two fingers into her ass, probing carefully. It wasn't comfortable, but
it wasn't really unpleasant either, it was strangely exciting actually.
But then the doctor picked up the pace. He inserted four fingers and
then his whole hand. Debbie gurgled in pain and surprise and her screams
grew in strength as he pressed his hand further and further up Debbie's
ass. When he had half his forearm up Debbie's ass, her screams were
hysterical and she shook her head so much that drool sprayed all over
her surroundings. His hand made a bulge on her abdomen, which she could
see moving around. She was beside herself with pain and discomfort,
unable to think about anything but the forearm in her ass. The good
doctor soon fixed that as he grabbed Debbie's locked up balls with his
other hand and squeezed the viciously. Debbie's screaming reached a new
high and she began hyperventilating before she passed out.
She woke up when the nurse but smelling salt beneath her nose. As Debbie
opened her eyes she saw the pitying eyes of the nurse looking down on
her. She fully understood why the nurse seemed so terrified of the
doctor. Debbie also noticed to her great discomfort and pain that her
ordeal wasn't over yet. The doctor's arm was still up her ass and he now
began moving it around a little. Soon Debbie was screaming her head off
again. When the doctor once again squeezed her balls and held the
squeeze, she passed out again screaming her lungs out.
When she woke up, the arm was no longer in her ass. She began sobbing
uncontrollably. She would do anything to avoid having it there again and
babbled garbled pleas to anyone who would hear. Her pleading stopped
when Mistress slapped her hard across the face: "Shut up! Stupid bitch!
I'll not have you embarrassing me in front of friends and colleagues. So
shut up or really make you suffer!" Debbie's pleas died down to a
subdued sniffle. Meanwhile Mistress complimented Dr. Jacobsen on his
torture as he removed his gloves. "You are too kind Miss Chamberlain,"
he replied and turned to the nurse: "Remove the speculum and clean her
up so she can be dressed. And be quick about it. You're already in the
shit, so don't screw up any more." he finished on a menacing note. The
nurse scurried frantically to clean Debbie up. She removed Debbie's gag
and began giving her a sponge bath. Although she did it quickly, she was
surprisingly gentle. Debbie soon found herself thoroughly enjoying the
gentle treatment, which was a nice contract to the brutal treatment she
had just received. Her ass hurt something awful, and she was unsure if
she would able to walk normally again. It felt like someone had driven a
car up her rear.
As the nurse bathed Debbie, she removed her shoes so that Debbie was now
completely naked except for her chastity device, which caused her
considerable pain since her member was straining against it as a result
of the gentle sponge bath. The nurse had released Debbie from her
bindings and she now she stood naked and flatfooted on the floor and the
finished the bath and dried her with a towel. She felt terribly
self-conscious; naked, subjugated, tortured and humiliated as she was.
As the nurse finished drying her the doctor, who had been chatting with
Mistress and Bryce, called out to the nurse: "Standard whites for the
slut. Corset, gag and 10-inch platforms. Leash her nasty little
appendage. And make it snappy, lethargic bitch!"
The nurse once again scurried into action. She brought a white full-body
rubber suit, which she first powdered with talcum. The she powdered
Debbie's body and showed Debbie where to get into the suit. The suit had
an integrated hood and just below the neck of this hood was a zippered
opening that she could squeeze into. The zipper stretched only from the
neck to between the shoulder blades, so it took some effort to get into
the suit. Debbie was very glad that she was completely hairless and that
both she and the suit had gotten a liberal dose of talcum. After some
squeezing the suit was on. It was made of thick white rubber and covered
every inch of her except her face, her nipples her crotch area up to her
ass-crack. It fit very snugly, squeezing every inch of her body in
sensually constricting fashion. Even her hands were encased in
fingerless rubber mittens. The nurse made sure that Debbie chastised
genitals were not covered by the rubber and fixed a leash to a ring at
the end of the metal tube of the device. Debbie blushed with the sudden
realization of how controlled and subjugated she had become. Next the
nurse produced a jaw-wrenching ball-gag, which she pressed into Debbie's
mouth and tied off at the back of her head. A stiff, wide neck-corset
made of white leather came next, holding Debbie's chin up, forcing her
to look up and ahead. A pair of stiff, fingerless mittens, also made of
white leather came next. They pressed Debbie's hands into cone-shapes,
and at the end of the cone was a ring. These rings were then fixed to
D-rings on Debbie's neck-corset, so that Debbie was forced to hold her
hands at her neck. The nurse passed a white, leather strap through the
hollow at Debbie's elbows and tightened it behind her back so that
Debbie was unable to move her arms at all, as they were fixed to her
sides. A corset reaching from below her ribs to her hips was the next
item. The nurse, at Dr. Jacobsen's orders, tightened it until Debbie's
breath was shallow and labored. The final two items were a pair of shoes
and a pair of cuffs and a chain connecting her ankles. The shoes had
platforms 4-inches high and the heels were 10-inches. Both the heels and
the platforms were far narrower than Debbie had ever thought possible
and Debbie stood tottering insecurely on the towering heels. Her
tottering was severely limited when the nurse equipped her with the
ankle cuffs. The connecting chain was no more than 6 inches long, so she
had to make tiny mincing steps, tottering on the towering heels.
No sooner had the nurse finished tying Debbie up, than the doctor asked:
"Would you like to see my new facilities, Miss Chamberlain? I have made
extensive modifications to my nurse's quarters. And there is of course
the matter of this stupid bitch's punishment, "he motioned towards the
nurse, who stood eyes cast down and began to shake at his mention of
her, "I was hoping that you might want to participate?" "You are too
kind, my dear Dr. Jacobsen," Mistress replied, "I would love to hear the
cow scream." A tiny whine of fear escaped the nurse's grotesque lips.
She was trembling with fear. "Fine," the doctor said and turned to the
nurse, "you heard the order slut. You know the way."
The nurse walked out the door, her legs shaking visibly and the others
followed. Debbie brought up the rear with Bryce holding her leash. He
set her in motion with a viciously powerful tug on the chain, making
Debbie scream in pain and surprise, struggling to keep her balance on
top of the ridiculously high-heels as she minced along trying to keep up
with the others.
Dr. Jacobsen led his guests on a tour of his clinic, or more accurately
his house of horrors. It soon became clear that he catered to those with
a taste for extreme plastic surgery. Some patients were clearly there of
their own free will; women and shemales with one or more grotesquely
shaped body-part. Mostly it was breasts, but huge lips also seemed
popular. These volunteer patients greeted Dr. Jacobsen and his party
enthusiastically. However, most of the patients they met on their way
seemed to be of Debbie's variety: the slaves sent there by their Masters
or Mistresses. They were all dressed in the same manner as Debbie. There
were minor variations, but they were all dressed in full body white
rubber and wore high-heeled platform shoes. All restrained in an
inescapable manner. Debbie also noticed that all the nurses looked the
same, tight white rubber and high-heels, huge tits and lips. And they
all looked terrified of the good doctor. When he passed they looked down
and curtseyed, a timid "Doctor" coming from their lips. "All the nurses
are professionally educated" the doctor explained, "When they apply for
a position here at the clinic, they just don't know what they are
applying for: A lifetime position a slave-nurse. But they all come
around and learn to love it." He laughed cruelly at his last statement.
The little party walked through a small maze of sterile corridors,
Debbie stumbling behind, Bryce tugging her leash all the time. She was
scared out of her mind having seen all manner grotesquely transformed
slaves and she was sweating, out of breath from having to move her
bound, high-heeled feet so fast since she could only take tiny mincing
steps. Finally they came to an elevator that took them down to the
basement. The doctor introduced the place as they stepped out of the
elevator: "This is the nurse's quarters. This is were they live, this is
were I train them and this is were I punish those who need it." A small
panicky sound escaped the nurse leading the way as the doctor said this.
"Let me show you the living and training quarters first," Dr. Jacobsen
sad as he opened a door and led them through. Inside was a very large
room, occupied primarily by a number of glass cages. The cages were just
big enough for a human lying in a very special position. The cages that
were not empty held nurses. Their hands were held behind them in white
rubber armbinders. They were on their knees, sitting on their heels and
then bent forward so that their enormous tits rested on the bottom of
the cage. They were held in this position by wide, white rubber straps.
Their heads were held back, by a strap that was tied off to their arm
binders, so that they looked straight ahead. That is, if they had been
able to see. Their heads were encased in white rubber hoods that clearly
had earphones and some sort glasses for projecting images into the eyes
of the captives. The cages were obviously made to fit each individual
nurse, since at least three sides of all the cages pressed against its
occupant. The most striking, however, was the tubes. There were tubes
everywhere. Each occupant of a glass cage had a tube running into her
mouth, tubes in her nostrils, tubes going to syringes in their tits and
tubes both in their ass and pussy. And the tubes were not inactive. It
was quite clear that liquids were being pumped into their mouths and
tits. Liquids were going both ways in their asses and pussies. The
nurses were completely controlled. "Here I keep the nurses I don't need
for the day and the nurses that are still in training, but who are not
being actively trained." Dr. Jacobsen stood by one of the cages as he
explained: "I always keep a surplus of nurses so that I may offer one as
a replacement for the clients who have left their slave to my care. You
are welcome to pick one a replacement for the sissy, if you like," he
told Mistress. Mistress politely declined. The doctor continued: "It's a
service mostly used by those with only one or two slaves. People like
yourself with numerous slaves rarely use it."
They walked into another room whose purpose was instantly clear.
Although all the walls as well as the floor and ceiling were clad in
white tile, and everything was spotlessly white, bathed in bright white
light, this was clearly a punishment dungeon. Everywhere she looked
Debbie could see torture instruments and contraptions for tying people
up. Although everything looked surgical and clean the purpose of the
place was in no doubt. As the party came to a halt, the doctor sneered
at the nurse: "Well, what are you waiting for, you lazy bitch? Get
undressed. Leave your shoes and stockings." The nurse hurried to comply
and soon she stood naked, save for her white rubber stockings and
high-heeled platform shoes. As she stood naked, Debbie could see that
the nurse, like herself, was devoid of body hair. Her giant tits, now
free of the truly monstrous bra that had held them, hung down and ruined
her already precarious balance and she struggled to keep upright.
The doctor led her to a gynecologist's chair and soon had her strapped
down, arms behind the chair. Her tits flopped out to each side of her
body. The stirrups that the nurse's legs were tied in could be swung out
to the side and the doctor wasted no time in spreading her legs, as far
they would possibly go. Then the punishment started. While the doctor
focused his attention on her tits, Mistress concentrated on her pussy.
Bryce stood back and enjoyed the show. He undid Debbie's gag and forced
her to her knees. As she gave Bryce the blowjob he wanted her back to
the torture, but she could hear the nurse screaming ever more
hysterically, pleading and begging until her screams became garbled and
gurgling. Before Debbie could start her blowjob, Bryce looked deep into
her eyes and said: "Hold me on the edge until I order you to make me
cum. Don't fuck up, stupid sissy bitch." Fearfully Debbie started giving
him a very gentle and enticing blowjob, careful to always keep contact
while not sucking hard enough for him to cum. As always she loved giving
head and her trapped penis strained against its cruel confinement. She
wanted to come so badly!
Finally, after what seemed like hours of pleading and screaming, Bryce
ordered her to finish the blowjob. Debbie didn't waste any time and he
spewed his salty liquid into her mouth. With great effort Debbie managed
to swallow all of it, not spilling a drop. Without comment he gagged her
again, grabbed hold of her throat and pulled her to her feet. Debbie
ached to be allowed to cum, the head of her cock having turned blue
straining against its cage.
As Bryce stood Debbie up, he turned her around so that she could see
what Mistress and Dr. Jacobsen had done to the nurse. The nurse had had
reason to fear the doctor. The reason that her screams had been garbled,
was that hooks now pulled the corners of her mouth far apart. Hooks also
pulled her nostrils back, making her look pig-nosed. Her tongue had been
pulled out of her mouth and a string had been wound many times around
it, squeezing it like a sausage. At the other end of this string was
weight so that her tongue was held in its uncomfortable position,
leaving her drooling copiously. Tears were streaming down her face and
she looked absolutely desperate. Her screams had been reduced to weak
gurgling noises.
Her tits had been cruelly tortured: the doctor had tied them tightly
around the base first and then again with a spacing of about half an
inch all the way out to about an inch from the nipple. The breasts were
purple and the flesh of the breasts looked like it had tried to escape
in between the strings. As if this wasn't enough tit-torture, the doctor
had also transformed her tits into pincushions. Concentrated around the
nipple, but closely spaced all the way down to the base of each breast
he had pushed needles into the tits. And he had made point of sticking
them at least one to two inches in.
Mistress had been inspired by the doctor in her torture of the nurse's
pussy, and needles had become the theme for the torture session. She had
spread each of the nurse's labia out as far as it would go and then she
had pinned it to the nurse's thigh using needles; lots of needles.
Inside her pussy Mistress had also used as many needles as there was
room for, transforming the nurse's pussy into pincushion to match her
tits.
Debbie was shocked! The torture seemed way too cruel considering her
crime, but of course it did indeed seem that there was ample reason to
fear the doctor.
Meanwhile Mistress and the doctor had been inspired by their handiwork,
and were both in the process of fucking a nurse. The two nurses must
have joined the party while Debbie had been blowing Bryce, because she
hadn't noticed them at all. The two nurses looked just like the one who
had been tortured, except for the hair color. The one who had just been
tortured was a brunette and the two being fucked were blondes.
The doctor had thrown his nurse on the floor and was fucking her tits.
Mistress placed her nurse on table and was fucking her with a
double-ended dildo. The nurse the doctor was fucking did her best to
seem like she enjoyed it, but succeeded mostly in seeming terrified and
the doctor seemed to prefer it that way. The nurse being fucked by
Mistress, however, was obviously enjoying herself. Her legs were locked
around Mistress lower back and she was fondling her enormous tits, her
eyes rolled back, her head moving from side to side while she moaned
loudly in ecstasy. Mistress was nearing her climax as well and as Debbie
watched transfixed with envy, they came together with loud screams of
pleasure. When she had come down, Mistress removed the dildo their
pussies and threw it on the floor ordering the nurse to clean it up. The
nurse complied with obvious relish, groveling on the floor around
Mistress feet as she licked first the dildo, then Mistress shoes clean.
Afterwards she remained at Mistress feet, expressing her adoration by
kissing Mistress shoes gently and with passion from time to time.
Mistress smiled at this display of affection as she watched the doctor
pull up his pants after his nurse had cleaned up the mess he had made.
"Shall we get the sissy settled into her treatment?" the doctor asked
Mistress. "Yes," Mistress replied, "let's do that. I must admit,
however, that it has been a pleasure to see your premises, Dr.
Jacobsen." "You are too kind." the doctor replied and turned to the two
nurses that had just been fucked: "Leave the lazy bitch like this until
midnight. Then bring her to me for a check-up before you throw her in a
cage." The nurses quickly and nervously replied: "Yes doctor," buttoned
their uniforms and scurried out of the dungeon. The punished nurse gave
a weak gurgle of desperation, which no one pain any attention to except
Debbie.
Her thoughts were quickly turned to other matters as Bryce pulled her
leash and they left the dungeon.
They came to very small room occupied only by a single bed. On the door
was a cardboard sign reading: "Sissy-slave Debbie. Property of Mistress
Helen Chamberlain." At the door Mistress said goodbye: "The doctor can
punish you as he sees fit, and he will report all transgressions you
make to me. This means that not only will he punish you; I will punish
you when you get back. Behave!" With this she left Debbie in the care of
Dr. Jacobsen. As Mistress left, Dr. Jacobsen called for a nurse, who
quickly came mincing. "This sorry sissy bitch is having her vocal cords
fixed in the morning," he told the nurse: "make sure that she gets
settled in for the night and that she is ready first thing tomorrow
morning." He left Debbie with the nurse and walked away.
The nurse grabbed Debbie's leash and led her into the room, closing the
door behind her. She took out a bedpan and held it under Debbie's tied
up member, ordering her to pee. It took some concentration to pee in
front of others, and when she finally managed to do it, she found that
it was painfully slow since her chastity device was so tight that it
would only allow a tiny trickle to get through. When she was done the
nurse led Debbie to the bed and made Debbie sit on the edge. She removed
Debbie's ankle-cuffs ordered Debbie to swing her legs up so that she
could lie down. Once she lay there, the nurse secured her legs wide
apart and the strapped Debbie's upper body down.
The nurse then began fondling Debbie's genitals gently. "Before I was
stupid enough to I reply to and ad to work in this place, I used to be a
dominant in the bedroom," she told Debbie, whose cock was straining
desperately against its cage. "Now the doctor has turned me into a
super-submissive freak, and I know that the only way I will escape him
is by either being sold off to some tit-loving freak and an uncertain
future or to get killed in one of the doctor's marathon torture
sessions. I know I will never be free, but just once in a while I get my
rocks off teasing submissive little sluts like you." The nurse's other
hand slipped between her legs and she began masturbating while she
teased Debbie with the other hand. Debbie was soon straining against her
bond, both the ones holding her body and the ones holding her cock,
desperately trying to get off. Debbie was mewling into her gag, trying
to plead to the nurse to let her out of the chastity device, but to no
avail.
As this went on none of them noticed that the doctor had returned. He
stood for while in the half-open door, smiling cruelly. "So you think
you can play the dominant while I turn my back, eh?" he sneered at the
nurse. The nurse screamed and jumped, turning around to face the doctor.
"Please doctor, I ... I didn't... I only..." her voice tapered into wordless
babble as she began to cry hysterically, pleading for the doctor not to
hurt her. But it was too late. He stepped forward and began to beat her.
At first he only slapped her, but soon he was administering a regular
beating. When he finished, the nurse was bleeding and bruised still
pleading hysterically. "Oh shut up, stupid slag! You'll get what's
coming to you. I'll make an example of you," he said as he tied her
hands together. At this she began to cry even harder, the last
understandable words lost in sobbing and mewling. The doctor grabbed the
nurse, who was lying on the floor and dragged her by the hair out of the
room. Debbie could hear her crying until they took the elevator down
into the dungeon. After a while another nurse came into the room. She
made sure that Debbie's bonds were tight and secure, and then she
covered Debbie from her feet to her neck with a thick, white rubber
sheet, said goodnight, turned out the lights and left, closing the door
behind her. Debbie lay there in the darkness at first unable to sleep.
At first it was the sexual excitement that kept her awake, but it
gradually died down a little and she began to notice that she was both
hungry and thirsty. She had been given neither food nor drink since
early in the morning, when Mistress had pumped her full of it. Well,
technically she had been given something, if you counted the cum she had
sucked from Bryce's cock. She lay there dreaming about Bryce and his
beautiful cock for a while, getting hot and bothered all over again. It
took it while for the excitement to die down a little. The sexual
excitement never really left her now; she was constantly thinking about
sex and slavery in one way or the other. Her current situation didn't
help one bit. Here she lay; bound, gagged, corseted and wearing heels
tightly strapped down and wrapped in rubber. The whole setup, lying
bound and waiting for further feminization at the hands of the evil
doctor, made her smolder with sexual excitement. Thus, smoldering with
submissive fantasies, Debbie fell asleep.
