Debbie

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Moira sat in her booth at the entrance to the subway station and saw
people pass by. She sat there every day selling tickets, and although
several thousand people passed her during a shift, she could now
recognize many of the regulars and she even knew when to expect them. It
was now almost 9 o'clock and she knew the two girls would come very soon
to catch the 9:04 to downtown. She looked forward to this moment every
morning. Moira had never really come to terms with her own lesbian
tendencies, but she so enjoyed looking at these two girls. They were so
sexy they made her tingle al over. And right on cue they came down the
stairs. As always they were very sexily clad, turning heads even though
they wore raincoats in the beginning winter rain. One was a beautiful
brunette, her long hair gathered in a ponytail, with full inviting lips.
The other was a stunning black girl, her hair also gathered in a
ponytail, with even more luscious lips. Both wore a shiny black
raincoat, ending just above the knee and both wore ankle-high boots with
impossibly thin stiletto heels more than 6 inches high, and both carried
a small black handbag. Moira saw them every morning except Sunday. They
didn't always wear precisely the same clothes, but they always wore
stilettos with more than 6 inches of heel and they always wore some kind
of coat so Moira couldn't see what they wore underneath. Everything
about them was sexy, from their walk, to the friendly smile they gave
her every morning, to the way they sometimes held hands. She had no idea
who they were or what they did and she had never spoken a single word
with them, but they fuelled Moira's fantasies almost every night.

Debbie and Shawna walked past the ticket booth and cast their usual
friendly smiles at the girl in the booth. As usual she couldn't keep her
eyes off them. They had often talked about how they should approach her
to offer their services. Shawna and herself were after all prostitutes
and the woman obviously wanted intimate contact with them. But they both
knew it wasn't going to happen. Mistress only sold their services to
kinky people with lots of money to spend and the woman in the booth was
obviously only a poorly paid, garden-variety repressed lesbian. She
would get a shock if she saw Debbie or Shawna's restrained cocks as they
removed their panties and pulled their genitals out from their between
their buttocks.

They were on their way to work. Unless they had a customer paying for
their services, Debbie and Shawna worked by day in one of Mistress'
shops. The shop was located discretely in a side street in the most
expensive shopping district in town. From the outside there was nothing
giving away that the shop was a sex shop. It sold all manner of sex
related clothes, toys, books, magazines, videos and DVD's, from pure
vanilla to the wildest kink. It also sold sexual services. Debbie,
Shawna and all the other shop assistants were Mistress' slaves, pimped
out by the shops proprietor Miss Robertson. Miss Robertson was an evil
woman about the same age as Mistress. She made a point of never treating
any of the slaves with anything but contempt, always making sure that
they knew that they were inadequate and worthless. If there was a lull
in business, she usually took her anger at the lack of business out on
one or more off the slaves. Her hatred was directed mostly at males and
this for her part included the two sissies. It didn't matter that the
only thing about Debbie and Shawna that was even slightly masculine, was
their pitiful, little, imprisoned members. It only increased her
contempt for them and she obviously loved to torment them.

The shop was quite big once you got inside, but the number of shop
assistants was a little over the top. They were 12 of them, 4 men, 6
women and Debbie and Shawna as the 2 sissies. All were Mistress slaves,
all wore chastity devices and all had sexual release on their minds.
They all wore the same uniform. For the men it was a white shirt and a
red tie, black pants and black shoes. For the girls it was also a white
shirt and red tie, but matched with a tight-fitting black skirt ending
well above the knee and black shoes with 6-inch stilettos. Debbie and
Shawna changed from whatever footwear they had been wearing when they
came to work. It was only when the weather was wet that they were
allowed to wear something different for work, and knee-high stiletto
boots was the most warmest they were allowed to wear. Debbie's feet
froze most of the winter.

The reason for the many shop assistants was obvious. That way it was
possible to keep the shop well staffed even while most of the shop
assistants were rented out for sexual use. In the back of the shop,
hidden behind some shelves, was a very discreet door, behind which lay a
number of small, soundproof rooms, which could be used for all kinds of
sexual activities. It was not the only shop of its kind that Mistress
owned in town, but it was the most exclusive. The prostitutes were the
most beautiful and skilled, catering to the wealthy people of the city.
The other shops Mistress owned were also tailor-made for their target
audience and as the slaves aged, or if they weren't very good or
beautiful to begin with, they were moved out to the less exclusive shops
in the suburbs or less attractive parts of town.
The slaves lived in pairs, like Debbie and Shawna, in Mistress' special
apartments all over town. They were all at work at 9:30 at the latest,
ready for inspection by Miss Robertson before the shop opened at 10
o'clock. The usual workday lasted from 10 in the morning until 9 in the
evening and the slaves had no breaks; except for a tiny lunch break in
the middle of the day. Lunch was served the only way any of the slaves
ever ate: by sucking a thick, sperm-like substance from a dildo mounted
waist-high on the wall of a back room. The slaves were "encouraged" to
eat quickly and the break seldom lasted more than three minutes.

If some lucky customer had not bought their services before and taken
them home with him or her, the job at the shop ended at 9 in the
evening. Once the shop had closed, it was time to go whoring earnest.
Both Debbie and Shawna were popular and usually they were given
assignments at the end of the workday. Sometimes together, but mostly
alone. Debbie had achieved a reputation as the best cocksucker and
cuntlapper the town had seen in years, and she spent a considerable
portion of her days and nights on her knees. The shop was open 365 days
a year and the slaves working there never had a day off. The closest
they came to a vacation was when Miss Robertson went on holiday, but
usually Mistress made a point of sending a substitute that was even
crueler.

The customers never paid Debbie or Shawna directly. They were all
registered in Mistress' very discrete database and paid by credit card.
No money ever changed hands and Debbie and Shawna both looked quite
respectable, if a lot sexier than average. In fact neither Debbie nor
Shawna ever handled any money at all. Mistress had forbidden them to
have any and she expressly forbade the customers to tip the girls.
Debbie and Shawna lived their lives completely penniless. The tickets
for the subway, which they took every day, were given to them, even the
taxis they sometimes had to take home or to a customer were prepaid.
Neither had a credit card of any kind. When Debbie and Shawna stepped
outside their handbags contained only items useful for their jobs as
whores. Apart for a surprising number of sex toys; dildo, handcuffs,
Vaseline, gag, nipple clamps, surgical needles and such, their bags
contained only some make-up and a cell phone. The phone could only dial
one number and it wasn't 911. It was the number to Miss Robertson, who
coordinated all whoring activities for the sissy-whores. 

Debbie and Shawna had not achieved any noticeable degree of freedom
since moving away from the dungeons at Mistress' mansion. They lived
together in a very small apartment block owned Mistress and run by a
supervisor hired by her. In the five stories building were 9 apartments.
The ground floor was taken up by the supervisor's apartment, which was
of standard size. On each of the four other floors were two tiny
apartments and in each of these lived a pair of slaves. Debbie had never
spoken to any of the other "residents" and didn't even know their names
even though she had lived there for more than three years. The names on
the door were pure fiction. Debbie and Shawna shared a one-room
apartment, with small bathroom and no kitchen. The bathroom had no sink
and no toilet, only a shower stall with large drain and a wall-mounted
nozzle for enemas. Debbie had not sat on a toilet since Mistress had
captured her, and she was sometimes afraid that she might forget how to
shit on her own. The only way she ever got rid of her feces was by way
of forced enema. The main room had a single naked light bulb hanging
from the ceiling, and there were only a few things in the room: A bed,
barely large enough for two. Two closets, one for Debbie's clothes and
one for Shawna's. And finally there was a full-length mirror, for
checking clothes and applying make-up. There was only enough room on the
floor for two people to stand together. The front door led directly into
this room. There was no TV, no radio or stereo and no books or
magazines. On either side of the bed, between the closets and the bed,
was a narrow patch of space to dress in, and on the wall at the
headboard of the bed a dildo was mounted on either side. These were the
feeding dildos for the two sissies. Typically their day would start at 7
in the morning, when the supervisor opened the door and woke them up.
The supervisor was an elderly lady who had formerly earned her living as
a professional dominant. She was vicious and tolerated nothing, dishing
out whippings for the slightest infraction. After waking them up,
usually by slapping their faces, she undid Shawna's straightjacket and
left the rest of the work to her, leaving to wake up the other slaves.
Shawna had emerged as the more dominant of the two and she liked to boss
Debbie around whenever she could, therefore it was natural to leave her
to do the tying and untying. Debbie on the other hand was so submissive
that she found it impossible to dominate anyone, and she actually liked
surrendering to Shawna even if it was in a very small way compared to
how the rest of the world treated her. Once they had shed their
straightjackets and hobble skirts they wore only their corsets and
plastic sandals with 7-inch heels, used for sleeping and going to the
bathroom in. They then ate their morning meal by kneeling before their
own dildo and sucking the goo out of it. Once they had eaten it was time
for the morning bath. First Debbie strung Shawna up so she hung by her
wrists from the bathroom ceiling, her legs held wide by chains in the
walls. Debbie then removed her corset and proceeded to give her the
first of five enemas. The enemas finished, Debbie washed and shampooed
Shawna before drying her off and putting on a new corset. The final item
was a large butt-plug, which was held in place by the strap going
between her legs, securing her genitals between her buttocks before
being tied off to the corset. After Debbie released Shawna she did the
same thing to Debbie. Except that while Debbie tried to do all the
things to Shawna as gently as possible, using as little water as
possible for the enemas, tightening the corset only just enough, gently
easing the butt-plug in, cautiously securing Shawna's chastised member
and apologizing all the time, Shawna took a much more sadistic approach.
She pumped water up Debbie's ass until Debbie screamed on all five
enemas and every single morning, and she tightened the corset until
Debbie almost passed out. The result was that Debbie's waist had now
shrunk to an incredible 14.5 inches, while Shawna's was still 17 inches.
Shawna rammed Debbie's butt-plug in place with brute force and she
tightened the strap holing Debbie's genitals until Debbie began to cry.
And every morning she had Debbie crawl on her knees to kiss her feet
while she thanked Shawna for her loving touch. The apartment was of
course equipped with video surveillance, but Mistress tolerated this
behavior from Shawna.

There were two reasons for this. Firstly Mistress had noticed that
Shawna might have the makings of a skilled shemale mistress. They were
rare and sought after and if Mistress could turn Shawna into one, she
would. The second reason was as a consideration to Bryce. Bryce had
taken a shine to Shawna, as she had to him. This meant that on nights
when Shawna wasn't busy whoring, Bryce would come to visit then in their
tiny apartment. That Bryce had taken a shine to Shawna had initially
filled Debbie with conflicting emotions. She loved them both; the only
person in the world that she would rather submit to was Mistress, whom
she almost never saw. At the same time she was jealous because she
wanted to be the one Bryce came to see, not Shawna. Sometimes Bryce took
Shawna away to some secret place, but most of the time they stayed in
the apartment. If Debbie was not out whoring, they could then do two
things with her. Either they included her in their sex games and if this
happened it was without fail with Debbie as the victim in some kind of
torture. Or, as happened most often, they tied her up and stowed her
away somewhere. After they had secured her in her straightjacket and
hobble skirt, they gagged and hooded her, making sure that her ears were
plugged. Then they either threw her into a closet or tied a belt around
her waist and left her to dangle from the ceiling it in the bathroom.
Debbie never saw it, but she was sure that Bryce let Shawna cum from
time to time. She was always more balanced and less desperate for sex
than Debbie was. In the three and a half years since Mistress had sent
them out whoring, Debbie had only been allowed to cum once. 

A year after they were installed in the apartment, Mistress had one
evening suddenly appeared in Debbie's prison, Giselle in tow. Shawna had
been out and Debbie had just come back from the last trick of the night.
Mistress opened the door and as usual she was stunning; dressed
tight-fitting black rubber dress, high-heeled lace-up boots knee-high
and wearing a fur coat. Debbie instantly knelt before her, bending
forward to kiss her boots. Before kneeling she had caught sight of
Giselle. She was also wearing a tight-fitting rubber dress, this one
white, and on her feet were white, high-heeled shoes. Although she was
only leashed, neither tied nor gagged, she looked uncomfortable. The
reason for this became apparent as Mistress ordered her to undress. Each
of her balls had a wire tied tightly around it. This wire was tied off
to a leather strap around each of her knees. There was absolutely no
slack in the wires, so every movement Giselle made pulled sharply on her
already stretched balls. The balls themselves were a purplish color,
suggesting that Giselle had been tied up this was for some time.
Furthermore a very large dildo, vibrating furiously, was protruding
several inches out of her ass, meaning she couldn't have been sitting
for some time.

"Well slave", Mistress said to Debbie, "You have made a decent start to
your career. So I thought a little sporting fun was in order." Debbie
heart leapt with joy at the prospect of Mistress dominating her again.
Mistress ordered Giselle to make preparations and she ordered Debbie to
lick. True to her reputation, Debbie soon had Mistress moaning with
pleasure. She was on her knees; her face buried in Mistress crotch,
while her hands explored Mistress' ass and thighs. Mistress came twice
before ordering Debbie to stop. By now Giselle had finished the
preparations. She smoothed out the bed's rubber sheet and in each of the
four corners of the bed, she had secured at strap with a cuff at the
end. Coming in to the apartment she had carried a large bag, the
contents of which she had laid out on the floor beside the bed. Debbie's
heartbeat quickened with a mixture of fear and masochistic anticipation
when she saw the contents. Among the things were three large wax
candles, which were now burning, a mass of needles and clamps and an
assortment of straps and strings. Debbie was dressed only in her corset
and high-heeled sandals as Giselle tied her up spread-eagle on the bed,
making sure that the straps had no slack. Meanwhile Mistress had
undressed and she now stood before Debbie wearing only her high-heeled
boots, her gorgeous red hair hanging freely over her shoulders. Seeing
her like that made Debbie emit a strangled sound of pure lust. Her cock
tried desperately to break its metal bonds, succeeding only in causing
Debbie more pain. Giselle stood frozen with love and admiration at the
bedside. Mistress ignored Giselle as she stepped onto the bed. The first
thing she did was to plant her heel in Debbie's crotch, making her
scream with pain as she increased the pressure. She held the pressure
until Debbie ran out of air for her screaming. She withdrew her foot and
waited a few seconds as Debbie caught her breath and then she kicked
Debbie hard in the balls. Debbie tried to scream and curl up, but all
the air had gone out of her. The pain in her balls, heavy with
unreleased cum, was unbelievable. Mistress gave her no respite. She
stepped in the crotch again as the first step and then began walking up
Debbie's body, taking tiny steps and making sure she dug in her heel
before moving her foot again. She finished by standing on Debbie's
chest, her feet slightly apart, her heels on the upper part of Debbie's
tits. Debbie still didn't have air enough for screaming, so only gasping
noises came from her throat. The weight on her chest made it difficult
for her to breathe and the pain from the heels digging into her chest
was quite bad. One at a time Mistress lifted her feet and pressed most
of the tip of the boot into Debbie's mouth forcing her jaws painfully
apart in the process. When she was finished with the boot-sucking part,
she squatted slightly forward with the word: "Open wide, bitch", and let
forth a steady stream of piss directly into Debbie's mouth. Mistress
orders had been clear enough and Debbie didn't dare do anything but
swallow. When Debbie had swallowed Mistress' piss, Mistress threw her
head back and laughed: "Worthless, little piss-whore," she laughed. Then
she abruptly let herself fall to her knees, landing hard on Debbie's
chest. Slapping Debbie's face she said: "Dirty, little whore." She began
slapping Debbie first with one hand, then with the other, each time
repeating: "Dirty, little whore." Soon Debbie was crying from the pain
and the humiliation. Mistress stopped the slapping with: "We had better
had better get you clean, you worthless piss-whore. Giselle!" Giselle
immediately brought a wet piece of cloth, as if she had been waiting for
the order. First Mistress wiped Debbie's face clean then she carefully
spread the cloth out and forced it down over Debbie's face, covering her
nose and mouth. The effect was to cut off her breath. Debbie fought
desperately as she began to suffocate, shaking her head as she looked up
into Mistress smiling face. Just before she lost consciousness Mistress
removed the cloth and allowed her to breathe. She sucked in huge gulps
of air, coughing painfully as she tried to gain control over her
breathing. Then Mistress cut off her breath again. Mistress repeated
this until Debbie lay limply beneath her gasping for breath.

Mistress allowed Debbie to recover somewhat before she sat on her face,
the unspoken order perfectly clear. Although her breathing didn't
improve much with Mistress sitting on her face, Debbie nonetheless
enjoyed this a great deal. She loved licking pussy, especially
Mistress'. When Mistress had cum three times, she climbed off Debbie,
giving her a hard slap on the face as a parting gift. She returned with
a number of straps, which she used to tie up Debbie's tits. In a matter
seconds they were elongated purple things, straps going not only around
the base but cinching them impossibly hard for every inch. Debbie was
crying and pleading for Mistress to take them off. This only earned her
a couple of hard slaps on the face. Next came the needles. Debbie's
breasts resembled pincushions when Mistress had finished and Debbie was
screaming hysterically out of breath. "Oh, do shut up, you filthy,
worthless, whining whore," Mistress shouted at her, "It's only what you
deserve, and you know it, slut." Debbie tried to calm down a little, but
the success was only partial. She couldn't stop the screaming
completely, the pain was so bad. "Now let's attend to that fat ass of
yours, shall we?" Mistress asked rhetorically. She produced a dildo at
least as big as the one Mr. Benson had made her sit. Debbie began
pleading hysterically, but it didn't help. Mistress lubed the giant up
and began pushing it up Debbie's ass. It took a great deal of effort,
Debbie screaming and pleading all the way, but finally it was in her
ass, up to the hilt. Debbie screams had gradually run out of breath as
the monster moved further and further up her ass, and now she was
reduced to weak panting sounds. The monster was secured in place with a
rod pressing on the dildo in one end and against the bed-frame at the
other. Mistress rewarded herself for the hard work by planting herself
on Debbie's face. Debbie could only just muster the required
concentration it took to lick Mistress. Mistress' ass rubbing against
the needles in her tits didn't make it any less painful.

Mistress wasn't quite finished yet, however. As she dismounted, she
grabbed a whip and began beating Debbie. Apart from her face, no part of
her body was left untouched. It was the worst when Mistress hit her
needle covered tits and it was nearly as bad when she hit Debbie's
swollen genitals. Debbie lost all sense of time, screaming constantly
and passing out only to be woken up to more whipping. She was nearly
incoherent when Mistress stopped and her body was covered in red welts.
She had thought that Mistress had to be finished with her until she saw
Mistress picking up one of the candles. Crying, she tried to plead, but
Mistress just smiled and dropped the first hot wax on Debbie needle
covered tits. Debbie screamed and passed out from the pain. She came to
when Giselle held smelling salt under her nose and as soon as she got
her bearings, Mistress resumed the hot wax treatment. When she was
finally though most of Debbie's body was covered with wax and she was
completely incoherent, emitting a strangled high-pitched whining sound.
Mistress got Debbie's hysteria under control by cutting off her breath
with the cloth. As she lay coughing for breath Debbie returned to her
senses. Every part of her body hurt, her whole universe was filled with
pain. But then Mistress did something very surprising. Smiling at
Debbie's pain she produced a key and released Debbie imprisoned member.
Debbie thought that with all the abuse she and her genitals had been
subjected to, she could impossibly get it up, but she was wrong.
Mistress stroked her member gently once and she sprang to life, her cock
instantly rock-hard. Mistress once again moved to sit on her face. As
Debbie licked Mistress eagerly she heard her say to Giselle: "Start
sucking the worthless bitch, but don't let her cum until I say so."
Giselle's mouth was pure velvet and Debbie couldn't believe her own
luck. She was instantly on her way to pure ecstasy. But like herself,
Giselle had been taught how to keep someone on the edge for an
indeterminate amount of time. Debbie emitted increasingly strangled
noises as she licked, Giselle's gentle tongue driving her mad. Finally,
as Mistress' fifth orgasm approached, she heard Mistress order Giselle
to let her cum. She screamed into Mistress' pussy while she thrashed
helplessly in her bonds. The orgasm rolled over in waves of pure ecstasy
and her cock continued to spray cum for what seemed like ages. Finally
both she and Mistress were spent and Mistress climbed off her face. She
whined a little as she felt Giselle reapply her chastity device, but she
was too weak to struggle. While Giselle packed all the things into the
bag, Mistress took one of Shawna's boots and used it to gag Debbie. She
pressed the tip as far into Debbie's throat as she could get it and then
she strapped it in place. As Mistress was ready to leave, she opened the
door and let Shawna in. She had obviously been waiting for some time
outside the door. Both Giselle and Shawna obviously had their orders and
in no time Giselle had secured Shawna in her straightjacket and hobble
skirt, so she was ready for the night. Mistress addressed her: "Your job
is to get the bitch to work tomorrow. Make sure that she makes it or you
will pay. I will not tolerate slackers." Debbie was barely conscious
enough to hear this as Giselle lay Shawna down on the floor, since
Debbie took up the whole bed. Then Mistress and Giselle left, turning
off the light as they went. Debbie sank into unconsciousness.

When Shawna woke her up she thought that she must still be dreaming,
that her nightmare just continued. Every fiber in her body ached. Shawna
looked fresh on the other hand. She was already dressed. She had
obviously been helped by the elderly mistress acting as supervisor for
the building. Together they removed first the gagging shoe, then the
wax, then the needles and finally all the straps including those holding
her hands. Although Debbie was very weak, she did manage to scream
pitifully as the removed the straps on her tortured tits and the blood
flowed back into them. When they removed the monster dildo, she passed
out from the pain. But there was no mercy for Debbie. She was given her
enemas and dressed just like every other day. The only difference was
that she was given an injection to keep her on her feet and a pair of
stockings was put on her legs to hide the welts. In a daze Shawna led
her to the shop where she passed the day in a nightmarish state of pain
and near unconsciousness. In spite of her battered looks she still had
customers who wanted use of her talented tongue. And twice during the
day customers were so turned on by the obvious signs of torture, that
they changed their minds from just wanting to get a blowjob to wanting
to whip her ass with a riding crop before fucking her up her extremely
sore asshole. At the end of the day Debbie was barely able to keep
upright and luckily for her no one wanted to buy her services that
night. As she and Shawna came home, she just wanted to sleep. But first
Shawna had something to say: "You filthy, little shit!" she spat as they
closed the door. She stepped forward and slapped Debbie so hard that she
fell to the floor. Debbie was very confused and tired and began to cry:
"Please Shawna. I'm sorry, but what did I do?" This made Shawna even
angrier. "What did you do, you worthless piece of shit?" she screamed at
Debbie, who had crumbled onto the floor, as she slapped her again. "I
had to sleep on the floor because of you, stupid cunt! And don't think I
don't know that you were allowed to cum last night, useless whoring
shit!" "Please Shawna, I had no control. Please let me make it up to
you." Debbie crawled forward and began kissing Shawna's shoes. "Oh, you
will, bitch. You will. Now get undressed." Debbie undressed as fast as
she could, until she stood wearing only her corset and her high-heeled
shoes. Shawna ordered her to lie flat on her back with her legs spread
wide. Debbie complied instantly and Shawna wasted to time. She lubed up
her hand and with little warning she pushed in as far up Debbie mangled
asshole as she could. Debbie cried with the pain, but her cries soon
turned to screams as Shawna took a firm hold of her balls and squeezed.
Debbie was too well trained for her unbound hands to try preventing
Shawna from torturing her and over the half hour she tortured Debbie
ass, genitals and tits. When she finished Debbie lay crumpled and
crying, repeating again and again: "I'm sorry Shawna." Turning her back
on Debbie so she wouldn't see, Shawna smiled to herself at her effective
breaking of Debbie. Unless Mistress had any objections, and outside the
door before she left she had said that she didn't, she would now be able
to dominate the little bitch, something she had wanted to do ever since
they first met. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about
Debbie that brought out the most sadistic desires in everyone she met,
even people who where normally subs. This also solved the potential
problem with Debbie's obvious fondness for Bryce. She would never
challenge Shawna again.

Shawna prepared Debbie for the night, tightening all the straps much
more that was necessary. Debbie kept apologizing and tried to kiss her
feet and hands as a sign of submission, but Shawna would have none of
it. She kept slapping Debbie away. As Debbie stood in her straightjacket
and hobble skirt, ready to go to bed, she cried as she tried to
understand the new situation where her only ally and friend in the world
had just turned on her. Shawna saw that this was her chance to make
Debbie not only accept the situation, but perhaps also like it. Debbie
was after all so submissive that Shawna could scarcely believe it.
Shawna moved so close to Debbie that their bodies touched. She pressed
Debbie up against the wall, cutting of all escape. Debbie didn't dare
look up, but sobbed helplessly as she tried to hide under her long brown
hair now hanging disheveled over her face. "Look up, you fucking
worthless bitch." Shawna ordered her. Slowly and hesitantly Debbie
looked up. As their eyes met Shawna grabbed Debbie by the neck and
pressed her head against the wall. "You are a useless slave whore,
Debbie. And you are everybody's slave. No one is lower that you,
worthless scum. Understand?" Debbie tried to nod, but couldn't because
of Shawna's hand holding her neck. "Say it, bitch." Shawna commanded. "I
understand." Shawna used her other hand to slap her so hard Debbie would
have fallen had Shawna not held her head. "Wrong answer, bitch. Try
again." Debbie suddenly saw what Shawna was getting at and she gave in.
she realized that she would never be anyone's equal anymore, not even
equal to other slaves. She surrendered with the words: "Mistress Shawna,
I understand, Mistress Shawna." Shawna seemed only mildly pleased with
this and coolly said: "Better. Now for the new order: You will only
sleep in the bed if I feel that you have deserved it. Instead you will
sleep on the floor or in the closet. You will sleep hooded and gagged
every night. You will greet me by kneeling and licking my boots as a
sign of respect. No speaking or touching unless I tell you too. Do you
understand, you worthless cunt?" Debbie saw her defeat. She was now so
low in the pecking order that other slaves were mistresses and masters
to her. She answered Shawna: "Mistress Shawna, I understand, Mistress
Shawna." and hung her head in defeat. Shawna celebrated her victory by
having Debbie kiss her feet before she gagged and hooded her and threw
her into the closet. Then she called the supervisor so that she could by
prepared for the night herself. The supervisor was of course informed
that Mistress would try to groom Shawna to be a mistress, but that until
then she was to be treated like a slave. She tied up Shawna and laid her
down on the bed before leaving the room, turning off the light. Debbie
cried herself to sleep in the closet as she tried to reconcile herself
with her fate.

It had been two years since Shawna had established dominion over her,
but it had been far easier than she had imagined. Shawna was not hard on
her; she just liked to be the boss. In fact it was kind of nice most of
the time. It was like having a domineering friend who nonetheless loved
you. Debbie still got a little jealous when Bryce came around, but the
fact that Shawna had established her domination over Debbie made it
easier to accept. 

Her "work" involved much more straight sex than she would have imagined.
When she was first sent out whoring she had expected that she would be
used mostly for torture and abuse. But that wasn't the case. Mostly her
customers wanted use of her skilled tongue. Many got a kick out of her
slave state, obvious when she dropped her skirt (none of the slaves were
allowed underwear at any time, except maybe if someone chose to gag them
with a pair of panties, as had happened quite often), but left it at
that. More than a few of her customers were wives of wealthy men, who
tolerated their escapades. These women got off on the fact that Debbie
had once been male, but was now just a chastised sissy. These same women
usually loved to tease her member. As it was Debbie had to wipe off
pre-cum several times a day since she was constantly hot and bothered,
always aching to get off and never allowed to. But these women usually
drove her into frenzy, loosing her last scrap of dignity as she cried
and begged for release as they laughed, only to drop their own panties
and demand that Debbie got busy. The same wealthy men who tolerated
their wives escapades were also comprised a fair portion of her
customers. When they fucked Debbie it was usually as a demonstration of
power. There was no fondling and no kissing, just hard and fast sex and
maybe a slap to the face or two. They got off on her slave status and
usually demanded that she blow them while they were still in their
business suits. After that they usually preferred to ass-fuck with great
vigor, while shouting profanities at her or demand that she say things
like: "Yes, you are the greatest." or "Yes, I am your bitch." or
something of that order.

Then there was what Shawna had termed "the repressed". These were men
who tried, unsuccessfully, to repress their homosexual tendencies. They
said to themselves that fucking a little sissy-bitch with her tiny,
imprisoned member was really a completely heterosexual affair that had
nothing to do with them having a gay side. It was usually very
frustrating fucks for both the customers and for the sissy. What they
really wanted, but couldn't admit to themselves, was a pretty,
homosexual guy to fuck. The sissy they were with was just a poor
substitute and the fucking became listless and unengaged. For the part
of the sissy-slave it was frustrating not only because she had been
conditioned to like being taken hard, real hard, but also because a hard
ass-fucking actually almost gave her some release due to the pressure on
her prostate. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Sometimes
it got ugly with "the repressed" when one of them realized what they
were doing, and what they would really rather be doing. If this happened
the sissy was in danger of receiving a beating out of sheer frustration.
It had happened twice to Debbie. The first time the guy had just smacked
her face real hard before leaving in a stream of curses. The second time
had been with a very large guy, whom Debbie suspected was a star athlete
of some sort (Debbie wouldn't know since she was never allowed to watch
TV or read anything at all). He suddenly flipped and began cursing and
swearing before he began beating her. She never could remember much from
the beating except his furious face as he came at her, but two days
later she woke up in a hospital bed. He had broken her nose and knocked
out two teeth, broken both her arms and hands and cracked five of her
ribs. Her face was so puffy from the beating that it was two more days
before she could see out of them. Of course she wasn't in a normal
hospital, but rather at Dr. Jacobsen's clinic. He was a raging sadist
but he was also an absolutely brilliant plastic surgeon. In a month she
was healed up, her face as good as new with two tooth implants ready to
go whoring again. Shawna told Debbie that the guy who had done it had
ended up paying a huge amount of money to Mistress. The incident should
have left Debbie very afraid of going out whoring again, but again Dr.
Jacobsen proved he had a full service clinic. While Debbie was healing
he made her wear one of his brainwashing helmets, and when she left the
clinic she was begging everyone she met to fuck her brains out, her
imprisoned cock spilling pre-cum at an unprecedented rate.

That the slaves were hurt badly was nothing unusual. There was after all
a great deal of sadists among Mistress' clientele. Debbie experienced
hospitalization because of a customer one other time (while Shawna never
tried it). Her customer was a very famous pop star staying at the most
expensive hotel in town. This was no problem since many of Mistress'
clients were outrageously rich and often stayed at these hotels. The
hotel staff was paid to let Debbie in. Some even demanded a sexual favor
or two in return. The singer was a petite blonde girl, no more than
nineteen years old, with a body that was already famously hot. Her image
was that of the incredibly sexy virgin, running around in stage costumes
that seasoned whores would blush at wearing, while she publicly declared
that she was saving her virginity for "Mr. Right". This was of course
all a lie. The truth was that the girl, not yet old enough to buy beer,
was a raging sadist and a nymphomaniac to boot. She came to town
regularly and the girls who had been with her before shuddered at her
name. Both had been to Dr. Jacobsen's clinic after their visit with this
girl. Mistress knew her tendencies and simply demanded more money.

Debbie was let in via a back entrance to the hotel and escorted by one
of the girl's bodyguards to her penthouse suite. There was only one
suite at the top floor and it was huge. The bodyguard pushed her inside
and closed the door behind her. There was no one in the hall so Debbie
cautiously called out: "Hello. Anybody there?" She slowly walked into
the apartment. After a short while she heard the characteristic sound of
spike heels on a tile floor. The girl was dressed like the sexy sadist
she was: On her legs were thigh high lace-up boots, with stiletto 7
inches high. On her body was what looked like a very revealing rubber
bathing suit, open at the crotch. She wore shiny, black plastic gloves
going almost to her armpits a small black collar-like necklace and on
her head was a nazi uniform cap. She looked awesome, sexy and menacing
at the same time. In her right hand was a riding crop. As soon as Debbie
saw her she dropped to her knees and leaned forward to kiss the boots of
the advancing mistress. "So you are the filthy, little sissy-slut.
Mistress Chamberlain sent over?" Her voice was a very light soprano and
she spoke with the rhythm of a little girl, but the tone of mature
woman. The effect was both sexy and menacing. Debbie replied, keeping
her head down: "Mistress, yes, Mistress." "Nasty slut." the girl said
and hit Debbie across the face with the riding crop. "Get undressed you
fucking cunt." Debbie was only halfway finished undressing when the girl
pushed her over so that she landed on her back. The girl then sat down
on Debbie's face with a command that Debbie should begin licking. As
Debbie started to lick, the girl began striking her in the crotch with
the crop. Debbie knew better than to try and prevent her from hitting
and soon she was crying out in pain while licking pussy for all she was
worth. As the girl came she grabbed Debbie by the hair and pulled her
face as close as it would come. Then she squeezed her legs together as
she screamed out her orgasm. She recovered very quickly and stood up,
still holding Debbie by the hair. She then dragged Debbie into the main
room of the penthouse. It was huge and had been decorated to the
distinguished visitor's taste. Gone were the pompous furniture and the
fancy paintings. The pop star had demanded and gotten what was
effectively a dungeon with a penthouse view. Debbie's heart sank when
she saw the large collection of implements and devices for torture and
restraint. The girl ripped the last of Debbie's clothes off and dragged
her to a pair of cuffs hanging from the ceiling. She cuffed Debbie's
hands in front of her and using a motor winch, she pulled the chain
until only the very tips of Debbie's shoes touched the ground. She had
so little foothold that she spun slowly around herself. Not the type to
pass an opportunity the girl then launched into a furious whipping
making Debbie scream and cry and leaving her covered in red welts. Sweat
ran down the face and body of the incredibly sexy girl as she stopped
and stood very close to Debbie: "I'm going hurt you like you've never
been hurt before, you sexy little sissy-shit." She smiled sweetly at
Debbie, then took a step back and kicked Debbie in groin, holding back
nothing. The tip of her pointy high-heeled boot struck Debbie's balls
dead center. Debbie wanted to scream her head off and curl up in pain,
but no sound came from her mouth and all her force drained away from
her, leaving her hanging completely out of breath and absorbed in the
pain for several seconds until she finally drew enough air to let out a
proper scream. The pain was excruciating, blinding out everything else.
That is, until the girl did it again. Debbie didn't think the pain in
her crotch could get any worse until the girl kicked her for the second
time. Then she found out that it could get plenty worse. And the girl
didn't stop there, she kicked Debbie in the groin with all her might at
least seven more times before Debbie threw up from the pain and passed
out.

She came to when the girl held a glass of smelling salt under her nose.
She first felt, then saw, a servant cleaning up the mess she had made,
both on herself and on the floor. The servant, a maid, was a middle-aged
woman with features that looked vaguely Latino and with eyes that had
seen everything. Debbie could feel her genitals trying to swell up, but
being prevented from doing so by the chastity device. As the maid left
Debbie began to fear for her health as the girl approached her with
wicked smile on her lips. Debbie began to cry and plead: "Mistress,
please don't hurt me, Mistress. Mistress, I'll be good, Mistress.
Mistress, I promise I'll do whatever you say, Mistress." she babbled
with tears streaming down her face. The girl's smile broadened as she
said: "Why of course you will, slave. And I'll enjoy hurting you all the
more for it." Debbie began to cry in earnest. The girl produced a couple
of electrodes, which she fastened to Debbie's tits and genitals. The
wires went to a control box and power supply on a table right beside
Debbie. As Debbie pleaded with the girl, she began to whistle a merry,
little tune as she moved behind the control box and faced Debbie.
Smiling she turned a knob and Debbie's tits burned with pain as her
whole upper body spasmed from the electric shock and she screamed. Next
the shock hit her imprisoned and battered genitals, causing Debbie to
pass out from the pain. The girl patiently woke Debbie up using the
smelling salts and then resumed the torture. After half an hour of
electric torture, Debbie was completely desperate, her screams coming
out as little gasps and her whole body spasming. 

Thankfully the girl stopped and removed the electrodes while Debbie
babbled gratefully. "Don't get your hopes up, silly slut," the girl said
as she removed the last electrode, "It's definitely not over yet."
Debbie's grateful babbling turned into an alarmed silence. The girl
returned with a pair of ballet-toed boots with 8-inch heels. Debbie had
never worn a pair of boots like them but she had seen them on other
slaves. The boot touched the ground in only two pencil thin points: the
very tip of boot and the heel. The girl removed Debbie's shoes and threw
them to the side and put the boots on Debbie's feet. They forced her
feet to be completely straight and had she not hung by her wrists, all
of her weight would have been pressing her toes into the impossibly
small tips of the boots.

To Debbie great surprise the girl then removed Debbie's corset. Her
waist didn't remain free for very long as the girl produced the most
fearsome corset Debbie had ever seen. It was made from red leather and
clearly had a great many steel inserts. It was also the largest corset
Debbie had seen to date. She estimated that it would cover her from her
crotch to under her arms. Here she was mistaken; it covered a good deal
more than that. First the girl had Debbie step into what looked like
perverted trouser-legs. As the corset was pulled up Debbie saw that
these went all the way down to her knees. There was an opening allowing
access to her genitals and her ass, but above that the serious lacing
began. Using a lacing robot like the Mistress had, the corset was
tightened until it reached her lower ribs. This left a great deal of
material hanging loosely about her body, but the girl stopped here and
took Debbie's hands down. Without a word she led Debbie to a pole going
straight up from a thick metal plate on the ground. At the end of the
pole was a dildo and the pole's height could be adjusted. Debbie had
tried this before and soon she again stood on her tiptoes, this time
trying to escape the pressure from the dildo, forcing her up. It wasn't
all bad as it took a little of the pressure off her feet. It was
excruciatingly painful to walk in the ballet-toed shoes and she had
great difficulties balancing in them at all. From the ceiling the girl
lowered a noose, which she put around Debbie's neck. Debbie got very
nervous as it was tightened until her breath became labored and wheezy.
Although her hands were free, she didn't dare use them and the hung
limply at her side even as she began to get choking sensations from the
noose.

With a gentle touch the girl took her right hand and began stroking it:
"It'll be all-right, slave," she said. While holding Debbie's arm
firmly, and before Debbie realized what was happening, she then grabbed
Debbie's hand and twisted it sharply and brutally, breaking Debbie's
wrist, bending it until the hand was flush with the arm. Debbie screamed
at the top of her lungs, which meant that pretty soon she was running
out of air because the noose. The pain was unbelievable and for the
first time Debbie tried to resist using her left hand. The girl just hit
Debbie in the groin, knocking the last air out of her. While Debbie
tried to get enough air to resist, the girl took a roll of duct tape and
used it to tape Debbie's hand into position, lying flush with the lower
arm. When she finished it looked like Debbie's hand had been amputated
and that all that was left, was a tape-covered stump. Fighting to remain
conscious and trying to scream and fight off the girl was too much for
Debbie in her present state, so she could only offer weak resistance as
the girl did the same to her left hand. When the girl broke her left
wrist Debbie passed out. As Debbie slumped forward, her weight
tightening the noose, the girl released the rope allowing Debbie to
breathe normally as the girl continued to tape the hand to the lower
arm. When she had finished, she used the smelling salt to bring Debbie
back to consciousness. As Debbie came to she felt the pain again and
remembered what had happened. As she began to scream and cry the girl
produced a ball-gag and used it to gag Debbie. The pain in her hands was
some of the worst she had experienced and as the girl took Debbie's arms
and twisted then behind her back Debbie tried to resist. But it was no
use; she was too weak and in too much pain and her position with the
metal pole up her ass didn't help. Besides the girl proved to be
surprisingly strong. Soon she had Debbie's hands and arms in a
"back-prayer" with Debbie's arm resting between her shoulder blades. The
fact that her hands had been broken meant that the bulge her bound arms
made didn't go any further up than to just below her neck. This proved
to be the reason the girl had broken her hands: to reduce the size of
the bulge. The girl proceeded to lace up the rest of the corset, which
ended just below Debbie's chin and included a neck corset holding her
head in a fixed position looking straight ahead and slightly up. It had
holes at her chest through which Debbie's tits were pulled. It took some
pulling since the diameter of the holes was smaller than that of
Debbie's tits. This compressed the base of her tits making them stand
out even further as they slowly turned bluish. But getting the corset on
was only the beginning. The process of tightening all the laces as much
as they possibly could took even longer. When the last set of laces had
been tightened, the girl returned to the first and started again just to
make sure. When all the laces had been tightened to the girls
satisfaction Debbie was so compressed she couldn't believe it. The
corset had no holes for her arms, and she was left armless.

The pressure held all of her body above the knees in a completely fixed
position and the lacing had pressed her bound and broken hands far into
her back, increasing the pain tremendously and pushing Debbie so far,
that she used all of what little air she could draw in the constrictive
corset to try to scream. She was in a state of panic and just wanted to
escape. But of course she had no such luck. The girl waited until Debbie
had passed out from lack of air a few times and she calmed down a
little. Then she removed pole from Debbie's ass, allowing Debbie to
stand for herself. Debbie was to far gone to be able to concentrate on
balancing in the ballet-toed boots and she quickly fell over. She fell
on her face and because of the corset it was impossible for her to
herself turn over. Not that she would have wanted to since it meant
lying on her broken hands. Lying there she regained a little of her
composure, so she was somewhat ready when the girl flipped her over onto
her back, landing on her broken hands. Debbie screamed again but without
much force. The girl had broken her and she was feeling exhausted even
though she knew that the girl was only just getting started. The girl
squatted on her face and removed the gag, implicitly ordering Debbie
lick her pussy. A huge satisfied grin was on her face and Debbie knew
she had enjoyed the process of breaking her hands and lacing her up
tightly immensely. The girl had three orgasms before she let Debbie's
head out of the wise-grip she held it in with her thighs. "At least your
tongue is as talented as they say, slut," she commented as she rose,
"good for you."

The girl pulled Debbie to her feet. Debbie stood swaying insecurely in
her ballet-toed boots. The pain coming from them was only small part of
the excruciating pain she was experiencing. The only thing that made her
obey was her enormous fear of the girl. She knew that disobedience would
only make thing worse. "Stand still, you useless fucking slut!" the girl
spat. Debbie tried to stand still, but it was almost impossible in the
boots she was wearing. As she stood as still as she could, the girl
knelt in front of her and to her great surprise she removed Debbie's
chastity device. This was quite difficult and more than a little painful
for Debbie since her genitals were so swollen from the beating they had
taken from the girl. Once the steel prison was removed her cock and
balls swelled up and began to bruise. The pain was worse even than it
had been while the steel bands had held her genitals. Debbie moaned in
pain. The girl smiled gently and grabbed Debbie's balls in one and her
throat in the other. Debbie had thought that the abuse her cock and
balls had suffered would have made an erection impossible, but she had
been wrong. In a matter of seconds her cock was rock hard again. Debbie
blushed with shame as the girl laughed derisively. Then, without
warning, she squeezed Debbie's balls hard. As Debbie tried to scream and
she could feel her legs giving in, the girl tightened her grip on
Debbie's throat using her surprising strength to keep Debbie upright
while choking her at the same time. "Don't you dare fall over, worthless
fucking whore," she sneered at Debbie, "you are going to show me
gratitude for even touching your filthy member." Debbie managed to
overcome the pain and stood steadily after a little while. The girl
seemed pleased at this at eased her grip on Debbie's throat. Then she
turned around still holding Debbie's balls and walked towards the other
end of the room using Debbie's balls as a leash. Debbie fought to keep
up, her poor balance making her stumble along causing more pain in her
genitals as the girl pulled her balls to make her keep up.

The girl led Debbie to a low leather covered bench, in front of which
she lowered Debbie to her knees. Except that she couldn't really kneel
and bend her body forward since the corset held her thighs so rigidly
that they were just a continuation of her torso. All she could manage
was to bend her legs slightly as she lay on her stomach across the bench
facing the floor. Using a number of long straps the girl secured Debbie
to the bench. The corset held Debbie so rigidly that not only was she
unable to look up, she couldn't turn her head or body and she was unable
bend very much at the hip. The result was that she lay tied to the bench
as stiffly as a stick, her feet only just touching the ground because of
the slight flex the corset provided at the hips. So she was unable to
see what the girl did when she moved away from Debbie's highly
restricted field of vision. She did, however, feel her as she spread
Debbie's legs, kneeling between them. Even this was only accomplished
with great difficulty. Once in position the girl began stroking Debbie's
swollen and bruised member. Like Mistress she had a sweet touch and in
seconds Debbie was moaning, this time with pleasure. Soon Debbie could
feel the girl's other hand separating her buttocks and moving towards
her asshole and not long after the girls fingers began to pry open
Debbie's hole. At first it was pleasurable, since Debbie liked being
taken up the ass, but soon the girl had her whole hand up Debbie's ass.
This accomplished she began pushing it further up Debbie's ass to
Debbie's great discomfort and pain. As the girl pushed her arm further
and further up Debbie's ass, the mixture of pleasure and pain became
unbearable. Debbie needed to cum badly and the pain, now focused in her
abused asshole, made her panicky. This only spurred the girl on and
suddenly her arms was up Debbie's asshole past her elbow. The pressure
and pain was so great that Debbie's screams and pleas were silenced
completely. All that was left was Debbie's spasming ass, contorted face
and shallow little panic breaths. The pain balanced the pleasure out and
left Debbie hanging on the edge, unable to cum no matter what tricks the
girl used on her cock. After what seemed like an age, the girl withdrew
her hand from Debbie's ass and she could breathe normally again. The
torture had once again turned the girl on and she quickly strapped on a
double-ended dildo and fucked Debbie's ass frantically. Debbie could
hardly feel the dildo after having most of the girl's arm up her behind
and she relaxed a little during the frantic ass fucking. She was still
unbearably horny and her pelvis tried in vain to thrust, but she knew
that the girl wouldn't let her cum. Like always she desperately hoped
that the girl would let her cum, even though she should have known
better.

When the girl had satisfied her need, she untied the straps and dragged
Debbie to her feet. While Debbie stood balancing precariously in the
ballet-toed boots, her feet in exquisite agony, the girl fetched a
number of items: a huge metal dildo, three metal bands, a number of long
electrical wires and the control box the girl had used for the
electrical torture. As the girl connected the wires to the control box
and then to the dildo and the metal bands, Debbie began to cry. "Oh,
shut up you worthless shit," the girl said in disgust, "You love the
abuse and the pain, so why not drop the pretence and admit it?" Debbie
just couldn't admit to herself that she enjoyed being dominated and
tortured so much, that even the treatment this girl subjected her to was
turning her on, so instead she began sobbing in earnest. But there was
no denying it; her cock was rock hard and twitching with anticipation.
As the girl had pushed the dildo up her ass and looped the metal bands
around her cock, Debbie breath had quickened with fear and excitement.
She didn't have to wait for long for the girl's intentions to become
clear: "Now, little sissy-slut, we're going to go walkies and we're
going to train posture and balance." The girl smiled sweetly as she said
this. "Every time you stumble or otherwise disobey my orders, this will
happen." She turned knob on the control box and a short, sharp and very
painful shock was delivered to her ass and cock. Debbie screamed in pain
and her whole body tried to spasm. This was made very difficult by the
corset and all she managed to do was to loose her balance and fall. As
she lay there trying to recover from the electric shock, the girl looked
down on her and said matter-of-factly: "And to stupid fucking slaves who
fall over, this happens." She turned the knob again, but this time she
turned it much farther that before and held it for much longer. Debbie
screamed and tried to convulse. When the shock stopped she was desperate
to please the girl and helplessly tried to tell her this, but in her
desperate state all that came out was senseless babble and cries. When
the babbling and the cries had died out, the girl stood Debbie up again
and gagged her with huge penis gag. Then she began commanding Debbie to
walk in a specific manner in a circle around the room. The girl stood in
the middle of the circle with the control box, and every time Debbie
took a step she disapproved of Debbie received a shock to her ass and
genitals. In spite of the frequent shocks Debbie only fell over once
more. The punishment she received for falling over was so severe that
for rest of the very long torture/training session she managed to stay
on her feet. Very soon Debbie mastered walking around in the ballet-toed
boots even though they hurt her feet badly. The smallest misstep was
punished and Debbie entered a state were she was crying and screaming
into her gag almost constantly. After what seemed like several hours of
practicing walking around in the boots, the girl stopped her and pushed
her over so that she landed on her back, the brunt of the blow landing
right on her broken hands. Debbie screamed like crazy into the gag as
the overpowering pain washed over her. But the girl had no time for
Debbie's screaming as she removed Debbie's gag and sat on Debbie's face,
commanding her to lick. Debbie obeyed even though her almost hysterical
sobbing disturbed the licking a little.

After the girl's lust had been sated once again, the gag was reinserted
and the training resumed. Now Debbie practiced standing completely
still. This was very difficult in her current footwear, but the girl
accepted nothing but perfection so Debbie spent a great deal of time
screaming in pain as the shocks ripped through her ass and genitals. She
had been shocked so much that her buttocks and cock were twitching even
when they weren't shocked. The standing still training went on for hours
and by the time the girl decided to call it a night, Debbie was on the
verge of collapse. The girl commanded Debbie to hold her position as she
herself prepared for the night. To make sure that Debbie obeyed, she
drew little chalk-marks on the floor marking where Debbie's feet were.
And since Debbie's neck corset prevented her from looking down she had
to remain in place. If she were to step away from the marks she wouldn't
be able to place her feet correctly again. Debbie fought to stay awake
and in the same place while the girl made her nightly preparations. When
she returned to the exhausted Debbie she looked at the markings on the
floor and smiled: "Well, it seems that you have learned your lesson,
slave." she said, a little disappointment creeping into her voice. To
Debbie's great relief she removed the electrodes from her genitals and
the metal dildo from her ass. 

As she put the things away Debbie noticed how sexy and beautiful the
girl was. She had long blonde hair going all the way down to her waist.
Her eyes were baby blue and all her features were delicate, her skin
soft and smooth. She wore nothing but a very short, black silk bathrobe
and a pair of black high-heeled mules and Debbie could see her perfect
breasts and perfect ass quite clearly. "Like what you see, eh slut?" the
girl asked when she noticed Debbie watching her. Debbie tried to nod,
but the neck corset stifled the movement. The girl seemed satisfied with
the response nonetheless and using Debbie's cock as a leash, she led
Debbie into the bathroom. Here she removed Debbie gag and gave her
something to drink. She also led her to the toilet so she could pee. As
the girl held her member, Debbie peed standing up for the first time
since meeting her aunt. It felt strange and unnatural to Debbie.

Debbie's business in the toilet over, the girl led Debbie into the
bedroom. It held a giant bed made up with black silk sheets. The girl
pushed Debbie onto the bed causing Debbie to cry out as she landed on
her broken hands again. As always the girl paid no attention to Debbie's
pain and instantly tied Debbie's legs together. This accomplished she
bent Debbie's legs, so that Debbie's heels touched her ass and tied them
in place there. Then she rolled Debbie all the way over onto her back.
The position was intensely painful because of her broken hands and very
uncomfortable for the rest of her body. She lay there whimpering in pain
with her cock standing straight up from her stiffly arched body when the
girl produced the two next things in her arsenal of items to torture
Debbie with. The first thing was a length of surgical tubing which she
tied very tightly around the base of Debbie's member, thus insuring that
Debbie's erection couldn't go away. The second thing was a thick rubber
hood, which the girl pulled over the head of Debbie's cock. It only
covered the very sensitive part of her cock at the very tip. Once the
girl had done these things, she took off her bathrobe and her shoes and
stood over Debbie, a leg on either side of Debbie's body. Then she
slowly slid down on Debbie's cock. Thus she became the first woman
Debbie had had her cock inside. But the intercourse that followed was
pure torture. Debbie body ached from the restricted position and the
pain in her hands was bad, but she could have ignored that if she had
gotten pleasure out of the intercourse. But of course she didn't. The
hood at the tip of her cock insured that all she could feel was vague
unsatisfactory rubbing that frustrated her enormously. She begged and
pleaded with the girl to be allowed to cum, but as the girl rode her to
one fantastic orgasm after another all she allowed Debbie was a couple
of well-placed slaps in the face. When the girl finally stopped riding
her Debbie was crying with frustration. The girl just loosened the
surgical tubing and left the hood on so that Debbie couldn't rub herself
against the sheets. Then she turned her back on Debbie and went to
sleep.

In spite of the pain and the unbearable frustration of not being allowed
to cum, Debbie was finally able to fall asleep. She slept very poorly
and twice during the night the girl woke her up. The first time she
squatted on Debbie's face. She pissed Debbie in the mouth and then she
made Debbie lick her to a number of orgasms. The second time the girl
stroked Debbie's member to life and used it to fuck herself. Once again
Debbie was unable to cum because of the rubber hood.

When morning came around Debbie felt anything but well rested. Her whole
body ached from its cramped position, her hands and wrists were filled
with a burning pain, her tits were purple and filled with a terrible
ache and she was terribly frustrated. In spite of the pain all she could
think about was sexual release. As always none was forthcoming. The girl
started the day much as she had finished the night before. She used
surgical tubing to ensure that Debbie stayed hard no matter what (she
needn't have bothered) and rode the increasingly frustrated Debbie
giving herself a number of fantastic orgasms. All Debbie got was a
number of hard slaps to the face and a lot punches to her tits. When the
girl stopped, Debbie was again crying with pain and frustration.

The girl, still nude from the bed, released Debbie's legs and helped her
stand. Her feet hurt something awful from the training the day before
and the confinement they had endured during the night, but there was no
indication that the girl was going to release Debbie from any of her
terribly restricting bonds. Instead the girl led her by her cock into
the main room of the penthouse. It was still equipped like a dungeon,
but the curtains no longer obscured the windows and there was a
breathtaking view of the city. As Debbie stood very still the girl
fetched two metal rods. One of them was a connecting rod between a pair
of cuffs. These went on her ankles holding Debbie's ankles eight inches
apart. The other metal rod had a large dildo at one end, set at an angle
to the rest of the rod. Without any warning the girl pushed the dildo
brutally up Debbie's ass. Then she made Debbie kneel. As Debbie knelt
the girl guided the metal rod coming from Debbie's ass so that the other
end fitted into a hole in the rod connecting her ankle cuffs. The hole
was fitted with a locking device so that once inside the other rod could
only be released using the proper key. Debbie was locked into a kneeling
position, her body straight but her ass pushed slightly back. Next the
girl fetched a riding crop and laid it down on top of Debbie's breasts.
"If you have an unsatisfied or sadistic customer, they can let you
know," the girl giggled a little as she said this. She then called her
maid and asked her to get breakfast in order. "And let the crew know
that if the want some head, now is the time," the girl told her maid,
"And that of course goes for you as well, Maria." The maid acknowledged
the order and as the girl went to bathe, she called room service. This
done she turned her attention to Debbie. She picked up the riding crop,
caressing it as she turned it over in her hands. "My, my, chica," she
crooned with a vague Spanish accent, "you are one hot bitch. I'm going
to love whipping you until you pass out." As Debbie looked on in terror
she slipped one hand under her skirt and began caressing herself while
she used the other to whip Debbie. As first the whipping was slow and
leisurely landing mostly on her tits, but as her excitement mounted in
step with Debbie's cries and screams the blows came faster and harder,
hitting Debbie all over her body. Just as the maid had promised Debbie
lost consciousness as a massive orgasm wracked the maid's body.

The maid brought Debbie back using smelling salt. Before she left to do
her other duties she leaned close to Debbie and said: "You are a
pleasure to punish, a true pleasure. I have seen my share of slaves, but
you are a natural. You were born to be a whipped sissy-slave, a pain toy
for some lucky Master or Mistress. And don't tell me you don't enjoy
being brutally whipped." Debbie tried to look down in shame, but the
neck corset wouldn't allow her to. The maid smiled and nodded before she
continued: "Just as I thought. Well, best of luck girl. A worthless
slave bitch like you is going to need it in order to survive." With that
the maid leaned in further and kissed Debbie passionately, long and
hard. When she broke the kiss off a whining sound of loss escaped from
Debbie's throat. Debbie looked longingly after the maid. The tender
treatment had made her forget how brutal the whipping had been and now
she actually wished that the maid would come back to whip her. Instead
she heard the voice of girl: "Maria is the best at that kind of whipping
and she is soo right. You really are a natural born slave-slut." She was
sitting to Debbie's right before a huge breakfast table, dressed in a
flimsy silk bathrobe. Debbie hadn't even noticed the table being laid.
The girl made no moves to get up and start torturing Debbie again. She
began eating and instead one of the security men came in. He didn't
display muck imagination; he just unzipped his fly, took out his member
and shoved it into Debbie's mouth. It turned out the most of the girl's
staff, men and women, wanted a piece of the action and Debbie spent most
of the morning giving head. A few whipped her or twisted her nipples,
but none were as good as the maid and none lasted for long. The girl
just watched, occasionally answering questions from staffers who were
either waiting in line to use Debbie or had just used her.

This went on for most of the morning, but finally the girl had finished
her morning ritual and all of the staffers and more than a few of the
hotel staff had used Debbie in one way or the other. The last "customer"
Debbie had had was one of the receptionists from the lobby. She was a
tall girl and more than a little chubby. Unlike the other girls, who had
used stools to bring their cunts up to Debbie's mouth, this girl just
placed her legs on either side of Debbie's shoulders, enabling her to
straddle Debbie's face while standing up. Like all the others she had
loved Debbie's talented tongue and when she came, she squeezed her
thighs tightly into the sides of Debbie's head while at the same time
pressing Debbie's face as possible into her snatch. The effect was to
cut of Debbie's breath; almost drowning her in the huge thighs and
flabby cunt. Nonetheless Debbie licked until she passed out, her body
desperately trying to twitch in panic but unable to because of the
corset, the bonds and the vice grip the overweight receptionist held her
in.

When she came to the girl had dressed for a day of sport with her rented
slave. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore a black, leather bra
and matching hot pants, open at the crotch. On her hands were thin,
black rubber gloves all the way up to her armpits and on her feet were
black, knee-high, lace-up leather boots with 6-inch heels. As Debbie
came to the girl moved around to front her. She had been fixing
something behind Debbie. Without a word the girl took out the surgical
tubing and the rubber hood for Debbie's cock. To Debbie's excitement and
dismay she put them on Debbie, ensuring that Debbie would remain rock
hard. Then she mounted Debbie as she stood there kneeling. The thing the
girl had been doing behind Debbie was to secure Debbie's ankles to the
floor so that she didn't loose her balance as the girl mounted her. Now
the girl rode Debbie like mad, crossing her legs behind Debbie's back
and sliding up and down, holding on to Debbie, kissing her furiously.
The fucking was of course not only frustrating, but also painful. Her
knees hurt from the pressure and the girl rubbed against Debbie's sore
tits. And she needed to cum so badly! The passionate kissing only made
it all the worse. Debbie tried to plead for release, but the girl
wouldn't allow her to speak, instead she kissed the protests away until
Debbie cried with frustration. After four orgasms the girl had had
enough and dismounted. In parting she slapped Debbie's face hard,
laughing contemptuously. The corset allowed her almost no freedom of
movement but still Debbie tried to squirm. She was going mad with
frustration and her hips desperately tried to thrust out towards the
girl. Even though she had no chance of reaching the girl or the orgasm
she so desperately wanted, her body was beyond her control, trying
wildly to thrust. Exasperated she gave up and tried to relax and in
doing so rested all her weight on her knees and on the dildo up her ass.
Not only was she in desperate need; all of her body ached. Her tits had
turned an unhealthy shade of purple, but at least they didn't hurt as
much anymore.

The girl took care of that. Around the openings in the corset, through
which Debbie's tits had been pulled, were straps to further compress the
base of the breasts. When Debbie had been put into the corset the day
before, these straps had been tightened as much as they could be. Now
the girl loosened the straps allowing blood to flow back into Debbie's
tits. With the blood flow restored the feeling returned to the abused
tits. The pain was excruciating and Debbie began to scream in pain. Her
tits felt like they were going to burst open. The girl just stood back
and enjoyed the show. Debbie had no idea how long she had been
screaming, but it seemed like an awful long time when the pain finally
became bearable. Her screaming died down to sniffles, as the pain became
a burning ache - just like ache in the rest of her body. But of course
the girl wanted value for her money, so leaving Debbie alone was out of
the question. She removed the surgical tubing around the base of Debbie
cock and the hood that had prevented Debbie from reaching an orgasm.
Once again pain came instantly as blood flowed back into the member, but
this time it was more manageable since Debbie cock hadn't been tied up
for nearly as long as her tits. As always her member was instantly and
embarrassingly erect, even now twitching with urgent need, a few drops
of pre-cum dribbling out of the tip. The girl grabbed hold of the
twitching member with exquisite gentleness, propelling Debbie to new
heights of need. "You are such a fucking slut," the girl said with
wonder in her voice. "How does someone get to like being punished and
dominated so much?" When Debbie, unsuccessfully because of the neck
corset, tried to look down in shame the girl asked harshly: "Answer me,
you stupid, worthless piece of slave meat!" Debbie was at loss:
"Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, this worthless sissy-slut doesn't
know, Mistress. Mistress, I'm sorry, Mistress." The girl stood up and
looked down on Debbie: "Never mind, you mindless cow. I didn't expect
you to be able answer, fucking sissy-whore." The girl then got her
riding crop and stood facing Debbie as she spoke: "I'll show you just
how much you like being punished, slave. I'll have you begging for more
even though you are screaming in pain." Debbie swallowed hard in dread.
The girl had shown herself more than capable of administering both
pleasure and pain and Debbie had no reason to doubt her words. She
started out by flicking the tip of the whip across the tip of Debbie's
member slowly and without much force. The effect was like a somewhat
brutal caress, driving Debbie's craving for release to new heights. As
she continued both the pain and the pleasure mounted and Debbie began to
plead for release. After a good long while the girl stopped. She used
two stools to straddle Debbie's face and while she used one hand to
press Debbie's face into her crotch, she used the other to flick the
whip over Debbie's cock. Debbie licked like mad in the hope that the
girl might grant her release, but after a couple of orgasms for the
girl, she dismounted to continue the torture. She started out by taking
a couple of needles and pushing then into Debbie's newly sensitized
tits. The pain was bad and Debbie's pleas and cries became louder. After
pushing in the needles the girl resumed her languid whipping of Debbie's
member, which was still rock hard and aching with need. 

The girl settled into an evil routine: first she would push a few
needles into Debbie's tits and the she would resume her whipping of
Debbie's cock. Debbie became more and more incoherent, her screams and
her pleas for release mixing into meaningless babble. The whipping of
her dick, even though it was comparatively gentle was taking its toll
also, as the member became more and more raw and abraded the whipping
became more and more painful, while still retaining its basic sexually
exciting quality. It was completely maddening and Debbie once again lost
all track of time. When her tits were completely covered in needles the
girl added one more touch: she tightened the straps around the base of
Debbie's tits, causing Debbie to pass out from the pain. As she came to
the girl held up a mirror so that Debbie could see herself. Her eyes
were red and her face wet from the tears. Her tits were completely
purple and filled with needles, small trickles of blood coming from some
of the needle holes. Her body as a whole looked quite sexy, however,
armless and encased as it was in the brutal corset. Her cock still stood
at attention, but looked raw and bruised.

With a little chuckle the girl put away the mirror and turned her
attention to causing more pain for Debbie. As she produced the fiendish
electrical control box she had used on Debbie the day before Debbie
began to cry harder, once more trying to plead with the girl. But of
course there was no mercy: firstly she connected the wires to the rod
connected with the dildo in Debbie's ass. Secondly she produced some
metal bands, which she used to tie up Debbie's cock. One went around the
base, ensuring that it stayed erect. The others went around her cock at
intervals of about an inch. Thirdly she took two fearsome looking clamps
and put one on each of Debbie's balls. Debbie's crotch exploded with
pain and she screamed her lungs out. Not finished yet, the girl took a
third clamp and put it on Debbie's tongue. Finally the girl connected
several of the needles in Debbie's tits to the control box. She stood
back and took a moment to admire her handiwork before she proceeded with
the torture. The electric shock torture that followed was the worst
Debbie had yet experienced. The girl started out by using only one
electrode at a time and for small period of time. After while she used
more and more electrodes for longer and longer periods of time. Debbie
was submerged in a sea of pain, her whole body twitching and spasming
while she screamed without end. Had the rod connecting her ankles not
been secured to the floor she would have fallen over several times. From
time to time she lost consciousness only to be brought back by the girl.
The girl enjoyed herself enormously, masturbating wildly to the sound of
Debbie's screams.

When the girl paused the torture Debbie was so far gone that she didn't
realize that the torture had stopped until the girl held a plastic bag
over her head cutting of her breath and thus getting her attention. As
the girl removed the bag Debbie saw that someone had joined the girl.
Mistress was standing right before her looking fantastic as always.
Dressed in a black leather dress and black high-heeled shoes under a fur
coat she looked contemptuously down at Debbie. "I hope the useless bitch
has been behaving?" Mistress asked the girl. "She is awfully loud," the
girl answered with a grin, "but then again, that's why she's here, isn't
it?" They both laughed at this while Mistress removed her coat. Then she
undid something at the back of her dress and elegantly and effortlessly
slid out of her dress. Wearing only her high-heeled shoes she stood
before the girl and asked: "How have you been, my dear? I have seen far
to little of you." The girl stepped up close to Mistress and said in a
low seductive voice: "I've been fine Helen, but I've missed your
company." With that they began kissing each other passionately. Soon the
kissing turned to fondling and the girl led Mistress into the bedroom
leaving Debbie in kneeling with all the electrodes still on. She looked
longingly at the bedroom door as she could hear the sound of passionate
lovemaking coming from there.

The lovemaking went on for hours but Debbie had no choice but to remain
in her increasingly painful position as she enviously heard both
Mistress and the girl reaching one orgasm after another. A waiter came
from room service with a meal, which the women enjoyed in bed. He hardly
glanced at Debbie as he passed. After they had finished eating Debbie
could hear them resume their lovemaking, although at a more sedate pace.
Finally they came out of the bedroom hand in hand, both wearing nothing
but high-heeled shoes. Mistress knelt down and gently strokes Debbie's
member, driving her mad with lust but never letting her cum. When she
tired of that, the girl continued her electrical torture of Debbie until
she was once more completely incoherent. This accomplished both the
mistresses seemed satisfied and they removed the clamps on her balls and
tongue and loosened the straps around her tits and member, but left all
the needles in. Then they said goodnight to Debbie and retreated to the
bedroom, this time shutting the door. 

After a while the maid Maria came carrying a bucket and a bottle. She
stood before Debbie looking at her twitching cock with a wry smile: "Ay
chica," she said, "you really are a sorry slut. I am almost tempted to
give you a hand-job just to make it better for you." Debbie looked at
the maid with pleading eyes, but all the maid did was to hold the water
bottle for Debbie to drink. After she had drunk greedily Debbie was
allowed to piss in the bucket. Then Maria prepared Debbie for the night.
First she gagged Debbie and then she pulled a thick rubber hood over her
head. It was laced tightly up the back and left only Debbie's nostrils
free. Debbie was left in her kneeling position all her weight resting on
her knees and on the dildo in her ass. Before she left her, Maria
stroked Debbie's cock ever so gently driving Debbie up the wall with
unfulfilled desire. Maria left Debbie without letting her cum and Debbie
sobbed with frustration as Maria retreated.

There wasn't much sleep for Debbie that night even though she was dead
tired. Every time she dozed off, she lost her balance causing the dildo
in her ass to wake her up with brutal reminder of its presence as it
tore at the sides of her ass.

Debbie was woken by a vicious kick delivered to her groin by the pointy
tip of a high-heeled boot. She tried to scream, but the surprise and
pain had sucked all breath out of her and she almost passed out instead.
Her hood was removed and she saw Mistress and the girl standing before
her. They were dressed, for lack of better word, identically, wearing
only knee-high stiletto boots. "Wake up you lazy slut," the girl said.
"It's torture time," Mistress continued. The girl removed Debbie's gag
while Mistress coaxed Debbie's aching member back to its former rock
hard state. In spite of the pain, this took almost no time at all. Once
Debbie's member was erect; Mistress again tied surgical tubing around
the base and applied the hated hood. After removing the gag the girl
tied the base of Debbie's abused tits off again. Debbie was at the end
of her endurance. Her tits felt like they were going to burst open and
fall off, and they looked that way too. Her whole body was now a mass of
pain, her cock was twitching with urgent, unfulfilled need and she
hadn't really slept for two days. But Mistress and the girl wanted more
out of Debbie and there was nothing she could do to resist them.
Surprising Debbie quite a bit, the girl went down on all fours in front
of Debbie, her ass aimed directly at Debbie cock. Then she slowly backed
up until she had taken all of Debbie's cock up her cunt from behind.
Standing on hands and knees she began to slowly slide back and forth
along Debbie's cock. It was completely maddening for Debbie to be unable
to cum and became even more so as Mistress lay down before the girl and
spread her legs so that the girl could lick her pussy. As the girl began
eating out Mistress, Mistress moved her hands to the control box for the
electrodes still attached to Debbie's tits and in her ass. She placed it
on the floor within easy reach and now she began using it to torture
Debbie. To the sounds of Debbie's increasingly desperate cries and pleas
the two women brought themselves to countless orgasms. They only stopped
when Debbie's cries began to loose intensity as Debbie reached the end
of her endurance. She simply couldn't hold it together anymore and she
was entering a near-catatonic state. The sound of Debbie's low
monotonous and incoherent mewling the two mistresses removed all the
tubing constricting Debbie's tits and member and they removed all the
needles and the hood covering Debbie's member. Then they removed the
dildo from Debbie's ass and the rod connecting her ankles. They left the
brutal corset and the ballet-toed boots on as Debbie collapsed on the
floor, finally able to take the weight off her knees and stretch her
legs. Her knees hurt something awful and it was very hard to stretch her
legs properly, but she finally managed. The two women meanwhile had
fetched an icepack and Debbie's chastity device. As Debbie saw what was
coming she wanted to scream and plead, but all she had strength to do
was to cry a little as Mistress shrunk her member using the ice and
placed it expertly in its confining cage after wiping it off. The women
said their goodbye, which involved a spate of passionate lovemaking
right next to Debbie, after which Mistress got dressed and moved to
leave. Debbie had recovered somewhat but she still needed three tried
before her legs could carry her and she stood still next to Mistress.
Mistress gagged her and fixed a leash to the front of the neck corset.
The girl walked them to the door and there the women exchanged a final
parting kiss. The girl didn't even look at Debbie as she Mistress led
her towards the door. Debbie was in terrible pain as she walked and at
the verge of collapse, but she knew it wasn't an option. The punishment
that would follow would be far too severe. They took the elevator down
to the parking basement where Bryce was waiting with a limo. Debbie was
placed in the trunk of the car where she promptly fell asleep. She woke
as Bryce lifted her out. As he helped her to stand she wished that she
could have looked sexy for him. She still ached for his attention, but
of course he hardly noticed her. Not surprisingly they were outside Dr.
Jacobsen's clinic and Mistress took the leash and delivered her into the
care of the evil doctor while Bryce waited outside.

Debbie had no idea how long she was in the "care" of the doctor, but
when Mistress came to pick her up, she was almost back to her old self.
Her abused tits had healed and she was as horny as ever, ready to do
anything she was ordered to. But her hands were another matter. Although
Dr. Jacobsen was undoubtedly a fantastic surgeon, he hand not been able
to fix her hands completely. They functioned but she had trouble holding
onto anything with a firm grip and she had trouble with handling small
things. More than a little of the feeling and mobility in her fingers
had been lost.

This didn't prevent Mistress from sending Debbie back to her old job
whoring. But as she came back to the tiny apartment that she and Shawna
occupied, she quickly found out that things had changed a great deal
during the time she had been gone. Although Debbie still went to the
shop every morning and visited customers as many times as she could be
pimped out to, Shawna had gotten a new job. She was in the final stages
of being groomed as a professional dominant. She no longer wore all the
restraints to bed, in fact the only restraint she still had on was her
chastity device signaling that she might be a dominant, but she still
belonged to Mistress. This meant that her privileges had greatly
increased, partly at Debbie's expense. The only times Debbie slept in
the bed and not tied up in the closet, were the times when Shawna used
her as a pillow. Shawna also received regular visits from Bryce and she
was regularly allowed to cum as they made love. It was quite clear that
the two were a couple, even though Shawna belonged to Mistress. Debbie
cried many frustrated and envious tears as she heard or watched Bryce
fucking Shawna up the ass while giving her a reach-around. 

One day it was over. As Debbie came home Bryce and Shawna were waiting
for her. Shawna looked stunning; her beautiful wavy, black hair gathered
in its usual ponytail, eyes sparkling mischievously at Debbie. She wore
a tight, black leather bustier and a black leather mini-skirt and on her
feet were black, knee-high boots with 6-inch stilettos. She had been
kissing Bryce when Debbie came in and there was a noticeable bulge at
the front of her skirt, clearly indicating her freedom. Debbie was of
course well trained and even though the sissy standing before her had
once been her equal as a slave, Debbie now dropped to her knees to kiss
Shawna's boots and Bryce's shoes, clearly showing her submission to
them. "Good slave." Shawna commented. Her voice was now rid of the
respectful and timid tone it had held when she had been a slave. Now
everything about her exuded confidence and dominance; she had clearly
grown into the role as a mistress, filling it completely. "I won't be
seeing anymore of you, you useless sissy-slut," she continued, "so I've
come to say goodbye and to give you a parting gift from me and Bryce."
Debbie began to cry even though she had known for a long time that this
moment would come. Bryce and Shawna paid no heed and ordered her to
strip. Finished she stood before then wearing only her corset and her
high heels. She expected the parting gift would turn out to be a furious
torture session to mark Shawna's transition, but Bryce and Shawna
surprised in the most pleasant manner possible. They ordered her to
stand on all fours on the bed, with her head and ass sticking out over
the sides of the bed. As she stood there Bryce moved to her front and
pulled out his absolutely beautiful cock and commanded Debbie to suck.
Debbie didn't need to be told twice and started an enthusiastic blowjob.
While Debbie was sucking, Shawna moved behind Debbie and rammed her cock
up Debbie's ass. Debbie loved to attention she was getting; pleasing two
of the three people in the world she cared for the most sexually, in the
ways that were most pleasurable to herself was almost like a dream come
through. And the dream became better. While fucking Debbie up the as
with long, hard strokes Shawna reached around and unlocked Debbie's
chastity device. She instantly became hard and her cock twitched with
need. Shawna applied her expert hands and soon she held Debbie at the
brink of an orgasm, without letting her go over the edge. Shawna could
have kept her there forever, but as she and Bryce neared their own
orgasms, she increased the intensity of her stroking and as she and
Bryce came simultaneously, spurting their cum into Debbie's ass and
mouth, Debbie herself came in a fireball of an orgasm. She thrashed and
twisted, writhing with ecstasy as the cum kept pumping out of her cock.
She screamed out her ecstasy and love for Bryce and Shawna as she kept
on cuming long after the two had shot their load. When Shawna had
finally milked the last cum out of Debbie she collapsed on the bed
between Bryce and Shawna. As she lay there on the rubber sheet of the
narrow bed, spent from the release of several years of sexual denial,
she felt a mixture of great gratitude towards Bryce and Shawna and great
sadness at their leaving.

She was pulled out of her chain of thoughts when Bryce ordered her to
lick up her own cum. Debbie instantly complied, licking up a truly
enormous puddle of her own pent up desires. When she finished Bryce and
Shawna wasted no time in preparing her for the night and in a matter of
minutes she was on the bed again, this time wearing her nightly attire
of straightjacket, hobble skirt and plastic sandals with 7-inch
stilettos. Shawna used a couple of long straps to secure Debbie to the
bed. Then she leaned in close to Debbie's face and whispered so that
only Debbie could hear: "Goodbye Debbie. I hope we'll meet again
sometime, but I don't think so. You are destined to live your life as a
pain toy, while I have gotten the man of my dreams. I don't see our
paths crossing again. Goodbye." With that she kissed Debbie deeply and
passionately before gagging her and lacing a leather hood on her face.
This meant that Debbie couldn't see Shawna and Bryce leaving her as she
lay in bed, tied up and gagged, crying herself to sleep.

Life soon settled in to its normal routine for Debbie. She got a new
"roommate" a petite and very pretty sissy named Lucy with a slightly
Asian look. She came directly from Mistress' training and she was very
sweet and almost as submissive as Debbie when she arrived. But there was
something about Debbie that brought the dominant side in people who
previously hadn't even known that they possessed one. Soon Lucy
established herself as the dominant one and Debbie received no reprieve
from the brutal enemas or the violent corset tightenings. Lucy wasn't
nearly as dominant as Shawna had been so Debbie slept in the same bed as
her and she was allowed to sleep without hood or gag for most of the
time. Her services were still very much in demand and most evenings she
had one or more customers to attend to, so she was very busy.

But she missed Shawna and Bryce and the loss made her think about her
life in a way she had never done before. She had come to Mistress just
after her eighteenth birthday and Mistress had now kept her as a slave
and whore for just under four years. This meant that she must be about
twenty-two years old. (Since she was much too unimportant to have a
birthday, the only way she could tell the passing of time was by the
changing of the seasons.) And she was going to be a slave for the rest
of her life! Who knew how long that might be? She guessed that given the
abuse she received daily and the harsh demands set on her, she probably
wouldn't live to old age. And she knew that there was no demand for old
slaves, but still she could remain attractive enough for whoring well
into her forties and perhaps even longer. This meant that she probably
had another twenty years of brutal sexual abuse ahead of her! The
thought chilled her to the bone and excited her at the same time. Even
in the few moments of clear thought she had, when she wasn't in the grip
of her usual state of mindless sexual arousal, the conditioning given by
Mistress and the evil doctor shone through. The thought was both
depressing and exhilarating, but mostly she shivered with anticipation
at the thought of all the brutal sex she was going to experience. Only
one thing really worried her, and she only thought about it in her
exceptionally clear moments: What happened when no one wanted her
services anymore? She hoped that she would be retired to some menial
non-sexual job; housekeeper or cook or something like that, but she knew
in her heart that that probably wouldn't happen. She knew only about sex
and torture and only about being on the receiving end, there would be no
sense in trying to train her as a cook or a housekeeper. No she guessed
that she would most probably end her life screaming in pain as some
psychopathic sadist tortured her to death. Debbie remembered Sally who
had been one of the other slaves at the store. Sally had been enslaved
in her late thirties, but had been a stunning beauty so she ad been
assigned to the same shop as Debbie, where all the best-looking slaves
worked. One day she had gone to visit a customer and hadn't come back.
Now Debbie just thought that she had been moved to one of the cheaper
and less exclusive shops or whorehouses in the suburbs, but one day she
was in the dungeon of a mistress when she saw a picture of Sally. The
mistress, a white woman in her thirties who looked completely ordinary
until she donned her leathers, had tortured Debbie viciously and it was
one of those sessions after which Debbie had been forced to stay in the
apartment for a few days to let the wounds heal. The woman scared Debbie
badly because she always seemed to be holding back, even when she
inflicted the worst torture on her. She clearly wanted to do more harm
to Debbie but couldn't, most likely because she couldn't pay for it. It
had been after the torture ended and Debbie crawled crying across the
floor the get dressed and go home that she saw the picture. Two of the
walls in the dungeon were completely covered with pictures of slaves
being tortured. As Debbie rose she noticed Sally in one of the pictures.
The picture was obviously special, since it was one of only four that
were framed. It was a wonder that Debbie even recognized Sally, but she
did. In the picture Sally was bound in the most vicious manner
thinkable, with barbed wire. Her upper body was bound with the barbed
wire, holding her arms in a back prayer, which had obviously required
them to be broken. She still wore her stilettos but apart from that she
was naked. Her whole body was covered in welts and sores and she had
obviously been tortured for hours if not days. And she was dead. She had
been strangled using a thin rope. Her face was purple, her eyes looked
like they were going to pop out of her head and her tongue was dark and
swollen and hung out of her mouth. In the picture she hung from the
rope. Debbie emitted a small squeal of fear when she saw it and as she
looked at the other three framed pictures she saw that they contained
similar motives. She was just about to turn so she could see the woman,
when she felt a piece of rope going around her throat. The woman forced
Debbie to her knees as she tightened the noose around Debbie neck. Then
she forced her to look at the pictures again. She purred menacingly into
Debbie's ear: "One day I'm going to do the same to you, bitch. I've
never done a sissy, but you'll do just fine. I'm saving money for it, so
just you wait. One of these days it's going to be you swinging from the
end of a rope." Debbie was close to panic now. The woman had cut of her
breath completely and Debbie was convinced she was going to kill her
right now. But suddenly the woman released Debbie and ordered her to
leave. Debbie fled from the house only half dressed. It was only out in
the street that she remembered how badly hurt she really was. She called
Miss Robertson and was picked up. Although Miss Robertson definitely
wasn't a nice lady and wasn't someone you confided in, Debbie
nonetheless told the story in a fit of panic when she got back to the
apartment. She didn't seem surprised at all at Sally's fate, but she
became quite interested when Debbie told what the woman had said to her.
Debbie thought that Mistress after this must have decided to protect her
investment or to quarantine the woman, because Debbie never saw her
again.