Debbie

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

It soon turned out that Debbie wasn't destined to spend the rest of her
life as a whore. As she returned to the apartment one night one of
Mistress' men was waiting for her. She had only just opened the door,
when without a word he cuffed her hands behind her back, gagged her and
put a collar and leash on her. As he led her away she saw that she had
already been replaced: On the bed lay not one but two figures, both in
straightjackets and hobble skirts, both hooded and gagged. One was
obviously Lucy and the other one should have been herself, but wasn't.
Debbie, although at the brink of collapsing from fatigue after a very
hard day of whoring, suddenly became intensely curious. This had never
happened before. Was she being retired to one of the less exclusive
whorehouses in the suburbs? Was this the end of the road for her, was
she going to meet the same fate as Sally? As the man led her out of the
door to a waiting car, Debbie's heart began to pound with terror and she
could feel panic closing in. Again the man wasted neither words nor time
and quickly tied her legs together, pulled a hood over her head and
unceremoniously threw her into the trunk. While Debbie was beginning to
fear for her life, the man closed the trunk and drove off.

Debbie had calmed somewhat down when the trunk opened again. She had
resigned herself to her fate as her conditioning had kicked in. She was
a slave and she had no control over her own life, so she might as well
relax. The thought of her slave status brought on the usual sexual
excitement and as she was lifted out of the trunk, she squirmed
playfully against the man. But still he didn't waste time. He removed
her hood and the bonds on her legs and led her by the leash away from
the car. Debbie recognized the place now: she was at Mistress' mansion.
At the door Giselle was waiting for her. Curtseying and thanking the
man, she took Debbie's leash. As usual Giselle was stunning: this time
she was dressed in a tiny maids uniform made of red rubber, with a black
apron and lacy bits also from black rubber. She wore black rubber
stockings and red stiletto-shoes with 7-inch heels and her ankle-cuffs
were connected by a chain of no more than 6 inches. Her hands were also
cuffed and connected by a chain of about 6 inches and from the center of
this chain another chain was fastened to her collar so that she couldn't
bring her hands below waist level. In her mouth was a ring-gag holding
her mouth completely open and making her drool copiously down her front.
Her thanks to the man handing her Debbie's leash had been garbled and
gurgling. With tiny mincing steps she led Debbie, not to the dungeon,
but to Mistress' living room. There Mistress was waiting with a man.
Mistress was her usual breathtaking self, dressed in a black, strapless
satin gown, wearing black stilettos with 6-inch heels and satin opera
gloves. The man was enormous, bigger even than Bryce. He had short, dark
hair with a hint of curls and moustache. His eyes were pitch-black and
he had a look in them, commanding and domineering, that made Debbie want
to crumble and submit at once. He wore a black business suit, which was
obviously outrageously expensive and although everything about him, from
his thighs, his bulging arm muscles to his absolutely enormous hands was
big, it fit him perfectly. If anything he was even more of a dominating
presence than Mistress. Debbie had seen him before. Twice she had been
pimped out to him. Both times one thing had been absolutely clear: this
man was an expert, a true master. He had torture had been flawless and
without pause, making her scream her lungs out while begging for him to
fuck her silly, which he had done in the end. After both sessions she
had dreamt for days about his cock, which was the biggest she had ever
seen. Not only was it the biggest, he also used it in way that made her
beg and plead for release as he slammed it into her ass. Of course she
hadn't been allowed to cum, but both times she had felt privileged to
have been fucked by him, even though she had been sore for days after.
Now Debbie almost shivered with anticipation as Giselle delivered her
before Mistress and the master. "Undress and untie the useless slave,
Giselle." Mistress ordered. When Debbie stood naked except for her
corset and heels Mistress again addressed Giselle: "Get the gift
wrapping, you worthless piece of slime." As Giselle scampered out of the
room with tiny steps, Mistress spoke to the man: "She's yours if you
want her Nicholas. I certainly can't fault the price you've offered."
Debbie started at this: was she being sold to this strange man? As the
man rose from the couch where both he and Mistress had been sitting and
stood in front of Debbie, it became clear that she was: "I want her
Helen," the man said to Mistress, "As I've informed you, I am most
impressed with her tongue and with a bit of work she can be made into
something I'll enjoy for some time. If not, I'll still enjoy the
process." He smiled wickedly at Debbie as he grabbed her by the chin and
forced her to look him in the eye. His grip was firm as was his tone as
he addressed her: "I have bought you from Mistress and I will take you
into possession immediately." Debbie began to cry. The thought of this
man controlling her excited her very much, but she couldn't bear the
thought of not seeing Mistress again. "Mistress, please, Mistress," she
cried, "Mistress, can't I stay with you, Mistress?" As she spoke these
words the man delivered a vicious slap to her face making her fall to
the ground. Before she understood what was going on he had lifted her
up, holding her by the throat and cutting off her breath. As she hung
there, too afraid to offer any resistance, Mistress came into view and
spoke: "You useless piece of sissy-shit. How dare you question anything
that happens to you? You are property and property has no right to ask
questions. This is Master Farrell and he is your new owner and that's
the end of that." Master Farrell dropped Debbie to the ground where she
lay panting for breath. He leaned in and said to her: "I'll enjoy
breaking you in immensely." Turning to Giselle who had returned with an
armful of leather he said: "Wrap the slut up for me, slave." Giselle
curtseyed and tried to say yes as Master Farrell sat down next to
Mistress on the couch. As they spoke, paying no attention to the two
slaves, Giselle tied up Debbie, who was crying docilely as she let
herself be tied up to be shipped off to a new fate. Giselle started by
putting Debbie in a straightjacket. Then she removed Debbie's shoes. She
took a long leather sheath and pulled it up Debbie's legs, encasing them
completely. The sheath ended in something like a shoe, holding both her
feet like in a ballet shoe and had laces on the outside, which Giselle
used to compress Debbie's bound legs as much as she could. Finally
Debbie was gagged and hooded. And just like that her time as Mistress'
slave was over: no goodbye, no nothing, just sold of to a man she didn't
know who would undoubtedly torture her mercilessly. Debbie cried
silently in her cocoon. She had now been separated from the only people
she loved: Mistress, Shawna and Bryce. It was true that all any of them
wanted to do was to torture her and exploit her sexually, and it was
also true that she had hardly seen any of them during her years as a
slave, but they had been around, occasionally turning up to dominate
her. Now she didn't have any of that. She had been sold to a man about
whom all she knew was that he was a consummate sadist.

After a little while she felt the man's strong hands pick her up and
sling her over his shoulder. She felt herself being carried a distance
after which she was thrown into the trunk of a car.

The car hadn't driven for very long before it stopped. She was again
lifted out of the trunk and carried a distance. As the man stopped she
could feel them carrying her in an elevator. Again she was carried a
short distance and them deposit her in what felt like a chair. Straps
went around her body and she felt herself being tied very securely to
the chair before her hood was removed. As her eyes adjusted to the very
bright lights, she saw that she was at a dentist, strapped into a
dentist's chair. Master Farrell stood next to a man in dentist's whites
and said to this man: "Remove them all, and make sure that you get
everything." The dentist replied: "Very well. Does she need a local
anesthetic, or should I just stun the vocal cords?" Master Farrell
smiled wickedly down at Debbie and said: "If it's just the same to you,
I like to hear them scream. So just pull them out without giving her
anything. She's just a slave-slut after all." As Debbie realized that
they were going to remove all of her teeth, she began to cry and plead.
Of course the gag prevented the pleas as long as it was in place, but
then again pleading wouldn't help her keep her teeth. Nothing would. The
dentist started by removing her gag. Then he strapped her head down: one
strap went across her forehead and one went around her throat, cutting
off some but not all of her breath. He leaned in and looked her in the
eyes and said to terrified sissy: "It's time to remove those useless and
unnecessary teeth of yours. It will be painful for you," he smiled, "but
most satisfactory for us. Try to be in as much pain as possible." Debbie
tried to plead, but when it didn't work she shut her mouth and clenched
her teeth together. The dentist looked at Master Farrell who nodded
back. Then he took out a small hammer and smashed his way through
Debbie's front teeth. As Debbie screamed in pain he quickly inserted a
speculum into her mouth holding it open. Then he carefully removed the
pieces of broken teeth that fell into Debbie's mouth using a suction
hose. Taking his time, savoring Debbie screams and pleas he then
methodically removed all her teeth. The pain was unbelievable and Debbie
passed out twice only to be brought back with smelling salt. The process
took forever and Debbie was completely dissolved in tears when the
dentist was finished, her breath coming in ragged sobs. As the pain
receded to a dull, burning ache in her gums Master Farrell leaned in. He
looked her deeply in the eyes and immediately got her undivided
attention. Already she was absolutely terrified of this cruel man. He
spoke in soft and reasoned tones: "Listen up, you worthless sissy-bitch.
You are my property now and I'll do things to you that your old owner
was much too weak to do to you. A slave like you needs the harshest
possible treatment in order to fulfill her potential. I will make you
into the best possible slave you can be and it will cause you
indescribable pain. You will do everything to perfection without ever
getting rewarded. The only reward you will get is the satisfaction of
knowing that you are being molded into that which you were born to be: a
perfect slave. Understood?" Debbie tried to nod and said: "Master, yes,
Master." The words came out slightly garbled and lisping, but
surprisingly clear considering how brutally her gums had just been
treated. But then again, she had tried her very best, as she was
absolutely terrified of her new Master. Master Farrell seemed satisfied
with this and stepped aside so that the dentist could finish the job. He
cleaned the wounds he had made in her mouth and stopped all the
bleeding. When he had finished these tasks he undid the straps holding
her head, re-gagged Debbie and pulled the hood over her head, lacing it
tightly. Then she was untied from the chair and put into the trunk and
driven off to a new terrifying fate.

As the car drove off Debbie's mind, which had been paralyzed with shock,
began to function a little again. And as it did something strange
occurred to her. Unless she was much mistaken Master Farrell would be
much more cruel and demanding than Mistress had ever been. And this
excited Debbie! She felt her submissive side, always the one dominating
her existence, taking over her thoughts once again proving just how
well-conditioned she had been. She felt her imprisoned member trying to
swell at the thought of being taken by Master Farrell, at his immaculate
torture and complete domination of her. And it occurred to her just how
sexy it must be to give head with no teeth, just how smooth it must feel
for the one on the receiving end of such a blowjob.

And so it was that when she was picked out of the trunk and deposited in
Master Farrell's private airplane, she was deep in submissive fantasies,
squirming in her leather prison.

She was thrown onto a carpeted floor and after a while she felt the
airplane lifting off. The feeling was new and strange to Debbie as it
was the first time she had been an airplane. It didn't occupy her
thoughts much, however. Her world was dominated by Master Farrell; what
would he do to her? In the short term the answer was simple. Her hood
and gag was removed and she brought to kneeling position between Master
Farrell's legs. No command was needed as he brought out her member and
Debbie eagerly started to suck his cock. Even with all the fear and
anxiety about the new and unfamiliar situation she was in, Debbie still
loved giving head. She relished in sucking his huge and beautiful cock,
deep-throating him repeatedly. The feeling of having no teeth was
strange yet exhilarating and added a new dimension to one of her
favorite activities. When he came she struggled to swallow the river of
cum he shot down her throat, only just managing it without spilling any.
After gently cleaning Master Farrell's cock she sat back with her eyes
cast down, a dreamy look of satisfaction on her face. Her new master
patted her on the head and spoke to her: "You have a gifted mouth and as
I remember it an acceptable ass, but your attitude is lax. I will allow
nothing but perfection in all areas. You will suffer. It is your destiny
to suffer. You were born for it." With these words he re-gagged her and
laced the hood on tightly and used his foot to push her over.

The rest of the trip was uneventful and Debbie slept through most of it.
She registered being transferred from the plane to a car and from the
car inside some building. She had been lying on a cold stone floor for
some time when the pointed toe of a boot slammed into her stomach. A
woman's voice said: "Wake up slave. It's time to start your training."
Then her leather cocoon was removed and she lay on the cold cement floor
wearing only her corset. She was in a huge dungeon and she could hear
other slaves in some kind of agony from around the cage. She caught a
glimpse of a woman being flogged mercilessly while hanging from the
ceiling, slowly turning about herself. Master Farrell was nowhere to be
seen, but standing before her were three women. One acted as a mistress,
although Debbie had a sneaking suspicion that she operated only at
Master Farrell's mercy. She was a very tall blonde, her hair gathered in
a tight bun, making her face appear gaunt and menacing. She wore black,
thigh-high stiletto boots with 6-inch steel heels and a black corset
covering her from her crotch to her nipples, which just were peeking
above upper edge of the corset. Over the corset she wore a strange kind
of utility belt from which a variety of cuffs and gags hung. In her left
hand was a riding crop. The two slaves standing at either side of the
mistress put the fear into Debbie once more. On their feet were
ballet-style boots with needle sharp tips, making them balance on only
two such points for each foot: the needle sharp tip of the boot and the
equally sharp tip of the impossibly thing heel. Their ankles were cuffed
and connected by 4-inch chains. Both stood completely still despite the
brutal footwear, suggesting that they had been very well trained indeed.
Debbie's own waist was constricted as far as she thought it was
possible, to 14.5 inches measured on the outside of the corset, but the
waists of the two slaves were much thinner. Debbie guessed that their
waists were no more than 12 inches and with more than a suggestion of
pipe-stem. Around their wrists were permanent steel cuffs, but at the
moment no chain connecting them and around their necks were steel
collars, although the description might as well be "steel neck corsets"
since they were so wide that they had almost the same effect. Both
slaves were completely bald and in their noses were metal rings so large
that they rested on top of the ball-gags in slaves' mouths. On their
foreheads were tattooed the numbers "13" and "14" respectively in large,
bold letters.

The mistress looked contemptuously at Debbie and spat: "What a sorry,
fat piece of sissy-shit you are. But we'll fix that. String her up, you
useless bitches," she finished turning to the two slaves. With
surprising speed, considering the tiny steps they had to take, the two
slaves had Debbie standing and led her to a chain dangling from the
ceiling. Debbie had to take tiny cautious steps as well since she could
only walk on her tiptoes, as she was unable to put her heel in the
ground. She hadn't been out of high-heeled shoes since Mistress had
caught her and her Achilles tendon was now too short for her to walk in
footwear with less than a 6-inch heel. There was no time to worry about
that as wide metal cuffs were put around her wrists and the chain was
winched up until Debbie swung gently about a foot off the floor. With
the mistress overseeing their work, pouring her derision over all of
them while occasionally whipping them, the two slaves removed Debbie's
corset leaving her with only her chastity device. Then they produced a
new corset. It wasn't much bigger than the old one, extending from below
her tits to just above her hips, but it could be tightened more than the
old one. Much, much more as Debbie found out. As the two slaves
activated a robot to tighten the laces of the corset the mistress told
Debbie: "Master has informed us that you are a fat-ass in need of
discipline. I'll make sure that you are laced up properly before Master
takes over." She stepped up to Debbie and grabbed her balls in a most
painful manner, squeezing then hard while twisting them slowly, and
continued: "You should feel honored that Master wishes to take care of
your training personally, although I doubt you will enjoy it much." She
punctuated her remarks by squeezing Debbie's balls extra hard while
twisting the brutally. Debbie's scream was cut off almost immediately as
the corset-tightener began to do it's work. The process of tightening
her corset was a lengthy one, gradually reducing her waist to a mere 13
inches. The mistress was clearly dissatisfied that Debbie had been able
to squeeze her waist together no more, but promised to make up for it
later. Debbie shivered with fear as she gasped for breath. She could
only get air in tiny, shallow breaths and felt like she suffocating all
the time. But of course her worries didn't end there. While one slave
oversaw the tightening of the corset, the other one put Debbie's new
boots on her. Debbie almost began to cry when she saw them. They were of
the same type that the two slaves wore. Ankle-high black plastic boots
with only two tiny points to stand on per foot: the sharp tip of the
boot itself and the equally sharp tip of the impossibly high and thin
heel. These boots were much worse than the ballet-toed boots she had
worn when the sexy, little pop star had tortured her. The hurt her feet
terribly even before her feet touched the ground.

As she was lowered to the ground the pain just increased, but there was
little time to think about that as the two slaves received her and with
expert touch secured her hands in a leather pouch between her shoulder
blades. Her hands were held in this back prayer position by the bag,
which was strapped to her neck. Around her neck had gone a neck corset
holding her head completely fixed into position. Debbie tried to stand
still but failed. Instead she took little dancing steps to keep her
balance. She was determined not to scream, but found it impossible not
to at least whimper as the pain in her feet and shoulders increased. The
constant lack of breath did nothing to improve her situation.

While she stood there, a slave on either side to steady her in case she
fell, Master Farrell appeared. The mistress instantly fell to her knees,
head bowed to the ground, hands before her in supplication. The two
slaves reacted in a similar manner, but more slowly because of their
bonds. Debbie was left swaying, fighting to keep her balance. She knew
that she should react as the others, but didn't know how. In the end she
tried to just bow forward to show her submission and respect. This only
resulted in her loosing her balance, falling flat on her face in front
of Master Farrell. Recovering from the blow she heard Master Farrell
speak: "Diane, you utterly useless cow! You call this preparing my slave
for training? She still looks fat and she has no idea of how to behave.
Now I will have to punish all of you severely. Any more failure from you
and I'll be tempted to sell you as a toilet slave." Debbie felt the
slave she had landed next to tremble with fear and she heard the
mistress apologize in a voice trembling and breaking with fear: "Master,
please, Master. Master, this useless slave promises to improve, Master.
Master, please allow your property to try again, Master." While she
spoke Master Farrell had moved to stand directly in front of her and she
tried to show her submission by avidly licking his boots. When she had
cleaned them both on the top and on the soles, he spoke again: "Face up,
cow." Diane instantly complied, turning her face up for her Master. The
dominance she had displayed in front of Debbie and the two slaves was
gone. It had been replaced by open submission and fear to the extent
that Debbie almost couldn't recognize her. Master Farrell now took out
his member and pissed into Diane's open mouth. Diane swallowed Master
Farrell's piss, eager not to spill a single drop. When he had finished,
he zipped up his fly and said to Diane: "Make the final preparations and
pole the stupid sissy-cunt. Then get undressed so I can punish you three
shitheads." Diane and the two slaves, number 13 and 14, hurried to
comply. They stood Debbie up and marched her to a pole sticking out of
the ground, a monstrous metal dildo at the end. Diane first inserted a
very wide ring-gag into Debbie's mouth and then grabbed hold of Debbie's
tongue and using a few of screwdrivers she fastened a wide metal band
around Debbie's tongue. She fastened the metal band until Debbie's
tongue felt completely crushed and Debbie was unable to shake it off no
matter how hard she tried. To the underside of the metal band she
secured a steel wire. The other end of this wire was secured to a
tightening mechanism on Debbie neck corset. Diane used this mechanism to
first remove all slack from the wire and then to pull Debbie's tongue so
far out of her mouth that she thought it would be torn out all together.
Debbie was placed on the pole, the metal dildo shoved up her ass and the
pole raised until it couldn't be raised any more without lifting Debbie
off the ground. 

Debbie was left there as Diane scampered to remove her clothes so that
she could be punished together with number 13 and 14. As she removed her
clothes Debbie noticed two things: The corset Debbie had seen was just
for show. Underneath was a corset just like the one the two slaves wore,
constricting her waist just as brutally. Secondly, Diane was unable to
stand flatfooted. Like Debbie she had been forced to wear high-heels for
so long that her Achilles tendon had adapted. Needing no prompting she
quickly donned ballet-toed boots just like the ones number 13 and 14
wore, complete with the same ultra-short ankle chain. Then she joined
the two others in standing before Master Farrell with eyes cast down.
When they saw what Master Farrell had lined up for them tears rolled
down their cheeks, but none dared utter a sound.

They were all put into similar contraptions. The contraption consisted
of a pole rising out of the ground. It was considerably lower than the
one Debbie was "resting" on, and had two dildos sticking out on top. The
girls were all placed in sitting position on these, all of their weight
resting on just the two dildos. Their feet were secured to the ground
using the connecting chain between their ankles. From behind them a much
larger pole rose out of the ground. This one had an arm coming out from
it at a 90-degree angle and ending behind their heads. At the end of
this arm was a thick metal collar, which replaced the collars number 13
and 14 had been wearing. Also from the arm came two thin tubes ending in
nooses, which were put around the breasts of the slaves. Finally their
arms were secured behind them in arm-binders. 

Then the torture began. The dildos obviously began sending electric
shocks up the slaves' asses and cunt and the girls began to scream. At
the same time the thin tubes around their tits began to grow in
diameter, thus constricting the tits until they stood out completely
round and purple. The screaming went on with undiminished intensity for
a good long while, until the third part of the punishment kicked in. In
the collars were tubes similar to the ones going around the tits of the
slaves. They were now gradually pumped up until they cut off the breath
of slaves. First their screams died down only to be replaced by very
labored breathing. Then their faces slowly turned bluish, their tongues
began to stick out and their eyes rolled back in their socket as the
girls' bodies twitched before they finally lost consciousness. The rings
around their necks then deflated so that they could breathe again. After
a while the girls regained consciousness and they began to cough and cry
as they caught their breath again. Then the shocks resumed and the
process repeated itself. Already after the first round the slaves had a
wild and hopeless expression on their faces, but none dared plead.

Master Farrell turned his back on the unfortunate slaves as the machine
continued its punishment and instead turned his full attention to
Debbie. He looked thoughtfully down her entire form and then shortened
the wire pulling at Debbie's tongue, further pulling it out. Almost as
if speaking to himself he remarked: "The idea is to make your tongue
longer, further improving your blowjob abilities." Debbie was too scared
to make a sound even as she felt like her tongue was being ripped from
her mouth. Master Farrell smiled as he looked down: "Excitable little
slut, aren't you?" Debbie's cock strained against it's prison, spilling
pre-cum on the floor even though she was scared witless. Without another
word Master Farrell fetched a black box about half the size of a
telephone book. He strapped it to Debbie's back just below her bound
arms. Into the box he plugged a number of wires. Two of the wires had
needles about 3 inches long at the other end. These he pushed into
Debbie tits until it looked like the wire came straight out of her tit.
Debbie screamed as he did this, tears beginning to roll down her face. A
third wire was secured to the metal band holding her tongue. Wires
number four and five had electrodes at the ends, which Master Farrell
glued to Debbie's temples. Wire number six ended in a needle more than 4
inches long but thinner than the two in Debbie's tits. He knelt down,
pushed away her caged scrotum and stuck the needle straight up into the
flesh just behind the scrotum, where the bundle of nerves going into the
penis and the testicles is closest to the skin. And he pushed it all the
way in to the hilt. The pain was excruciating. Debbie only managed a
weak little scream before she passed out. When she came to, trying to
pull her head away from the smelling salt under her nose, Master Farrell
looked deeply into her eyes, his own eyes burning with contempt and
said: "Weak little sissy-shit! You are going to experience much more
pain than that, even when you are not being punished." Debbie was scared
stiff, all her pains forgotten as he stood back and pulled a remote
control out of his pocket. Speaking slowly, as if to a dimwitted pupil
he explained to Debbie: "You are now going to learn how to walk again.
None of my slaves use any other footwear, so you had better learn to
walk properly in them. When you fail to obey my orders satisfactorily,
you will be punished. There are levels of punishment as I will now
demonstrate." The lowest level was when only Debbie's tongue was
shocked. It filled her mouth with pain, cramping up all her facial
muscles and produced a cascade of spit, making her drool much worse than
she already was. The second level was when only Debbie's tits were
shocked - and it was bad. Debbie screamed, twitching uselessly on her
pole. The third level was when the current was applied to the needle
behind her scrotum. Already at demonstration level she passed out after
screaming her head off. When she came to he demonstrated the fourth and
final level, firing the two electrodes at her temples. The pain was
indescribable, filling her whole being with agony, causing all the
muscles in her body to twitch out of control and making her head feel
like it was about to explode. After the final demonstration it took a
while for Debbie to get over the hysteria. Master Farrell "helped" by
quickly shocking her tits, thus focusing her attention. He lowered the
pole, pulling the dildo out of her ass so that she could stand on
insecure legs, swaying slightly. He then stepped back and walked away
with a clear but unspoken order for Debbie to follow. Fighting every
step of the way to keep her balance she followed Master Farrell past the
three unfortunate slaves just as the choking was reaching its final
stage just before they passed out. Their faces were almost purple, their
tongues stuck out and their eyes were rolling sightlessly in their
sockets. She didn't have time to think about it as Master Farrell
applied a short, sharp come-along shock to her tongue.

They reached a comparatively large area at the edge of which was a
comfortable chair. Master Farrell sat down in this, pointed a direction
and commanded her to walk. The hours that followed were the most painful
in Debbie's life. She was punished for the slightest infraction and more
times than she could count, she wound up on the floor twitching
helplessly as the current ripped through her head. She learned to get up
on her own and after a period of time she was equipped with the same
short ankle chain that the other slaves had been fitted with. She
learned how to get up and how to kneel even wearing this. She had no
idea for how long the training went on. Sometimes Master Farrell stopped
her only to tighten her corset or shorten the wire pulling her tongue,
before sending her off again. A few times she was given something to
drink. When Debbie could go on no more, and not a second before, the
training stopped. She was led back to the pole, the dildo inserted in
her ass as the pole rose out of the floor, trapping her again. "You
really are a useless, weak little sissy-shit," Master Farrell lamented,
"so I guess that's it for now. You can try to get some rest. Your
training will continue soon." Debbie began to cry helplessly as she
realized that she would be spending her "rest" standing up with the pole
up her ass. Meanwhile Master Farrell released the three other slaves
from their punishment. Number 13 collapsed wordlessly on the floor,
while number 14 made little hysterical twitches as she tried to thank
Master Farrell by kissing his shoes. Diane was the most coherent of the
three and she managed to croak a weak "thank you" before kissing his
shoe and collapsing on the floor. He left then there in their corsets
and boots, their arms still secured in arm-binders. As Master Farrell
retired for the night all the needles and wires were still inserted into
Debbie's flesh.

Debbie spent one of the so far most unpleasant nights of her life trying
to get some rest while balancing atop the pole in her ballet-toed shoes.
She did manage to get a tiny bit of sleep, but she definitely didn't
feel well rested when she was woken up the next morning. It was Diane;
the unfortunate mistress Master Farrell had punished the night before,
who woke her up. She was dressed in her mistress outfit from the day
before, but she didn't look very well. She was pale and had dark shadows
under her eyes. And Debbie noticed that her mistress outfit wasn't
exactly the same as the day before: her thigh-high boots had been
replaced by the ballet-toed ones worn by all the slaves. Number 13 and
14 were nowhere to be seen. Mistress Diane lowered the pole, extracting
the dildo from Debbie's ass and Debbie fell down, her legs almost numb
from standing in the same position, too much weight on her crotch. Diane
whipped Debbie until she rose, hurling profanities at her as she
struggled. Diane's voice had been reduced to a hoarse whisper that often
broke and she seemed determined to take it out on Debbie. Debbie finally
remembered some of the skills she had learned the night before and
managed to rise in spite of the boots and the ankle chain. When she got
up she was led to the training area where Master Farrell had conducted
her training the night before. Here the training recommenced, only this
time it was Diane who controlled when Debbie got punished. The training
session was even worse than the night before. Diane punished her
mercilessly and for the smallest mistake and her feet hurt terribly, but
as Debbie began to wear out she had achieved some degree of skill in
walking in her new and cruel boots. She was now able to stand completely
still in them and she was able to kneel even when wearing the ankle
chain without looking like a complete fool. After they had finished the
training session Diane, who had also been standing up in the same kind
of boots the whole day, led her to an enclosure in a far corner of the
dungeon. The trip there took surprisingly long as the dungeon proved to
be far larger than Debbie had imagined. And no corner of the dungeon lay
unused, everywhere there were slaves of some kind being trained
mercilessly: ordinary male and female slaves, sissies, pony girls and
boys. All types of slaves were being trained by mistresses and masters
like Diane: slaves who were allowed a small measure of freedom in return
for merciless training of others. The place was truly enormous. The
enclosure was a combined feeding and cleaning area, where Debbie was fed
a lot of liquid goo directly into her throat. She was still tied up the
same way: her hands in a back prayer, tongue pulled out and all needles
and electrodes were still in place. After being fed she was allowed to
relieve herself, pissing into the mouth of a male slave being trained as
a toilet slave. Having lived on a mostly liquid diet for years now
(while Mistress had owned her she had only been fed liquid goo from the
wall mounted penises), Debbie produced very little solid waste and
usually only had to shit once every two weeks.

After the feeding Debbie was allowed to rest for the night. Once again
the word "rest" was somewhat of contradictory as she was placed on the
pole again.

Diane woke her up for another day's training after Debbie had spent
another hellish night atop the dildo-pole. When she had been training
for several hours Master Farrell came to check on her progress. Diane
threw herself down in submission as she had done the day before and lay
trembling with fear as Master Farrell put Debbie through her paces,
making sure had she proper control of her new footwear. Debbie tried her
very best and after a good long while Master Farrell spoke to Diane, who
still lay trembling on the floor: "Better, slave. You are a filthy
worthless slut, but it seems that you have succeeded with this one. You
are dismissed." Diane thanked Master Farrell profusely for his "praise"
while kissing his shoes, but was sent away with an annoyed little sound
from his throat. As she scampered away he turned his attention to Debbie
again. He removed all the electrodes and needles from Debbie's body,
causing her great pain as the needles had almost grown into the flesh
after sitting for 3 days. After removing the control box on her back, he
unzipped his fly and pulled out his member. Debbie of course knew what
to do and had also been trained in balancing in just such a situation.
She bent forward, holding her upper body straight while bending at the
waist and by putting one foot forward she was just able to keep her
balance as she gave Master Farrell the blowjob he wanted. As always
giving a blowjob was pure pleasure for Debbie and her imprisoned cock
once again stirred. She was sooo horny. She needed to cum so badly, but
she knew that begging and pleading were completely forbidden in Master
Farrell's dungeon so she would just have to do without. After swallowing
Master Farrell's load, Debbie stood waiting, eyes cast down and without
moving a muscle, as he stood looking at her. She wanted to crumble under
his stare but didn't dare move. In the end he spoke: "It's pointless for
you to train more before Dr. Jacobsen has made the modifications I
require." Debbie felt the cold hand of pure terror gripping her insides
at the mention of the evil doctor. Continuing Master Farrell said: "You
will be shipped to him immediately. Come on." Filled with trepidation
she followed Master Farrell out of the dungeon and down a corridor. They
entered a room where a pleasantly chubby female slave presided over what
was in effect a shipping office. She was dressed only in a corset and
high-heels and was secured to wall by a very long chain locked to a
large ring piecing her labia. Master Farrell pushed Debbie towards the
other slave and said: "Ship the useless sissy to Dr. Jacobsen." Without
further ado he left Debbie with the shipping-slave. The chubby girl
wasted no time. She wheeled a surprisingly small crate out on the floor
and made Debbie step up in it. There she was ordered to kneel. Once she
was kneeling, Debbie's lower legs were secured to the bottom of the
crate by long plastic straps. The girl gagged Debbie and laced a hood
tightly on her head before inserting breathing tubes in Debbie's
nostrils. Then she made Debbie first sit on her heels and then bend
forward so that her tits rested on her thighs. In this position Debbie
was tied down using long straps. Using rope, straps and tape the girl
then made sure that Debbie couldn't move a single muscle, balled up as
she was in the box. Before putting the lid on and sealing the box the
girl connected the tubes coming from Debbie's nostrils to a breathing
apparatus and then filled up the box with a plastic foam granulate of
some kind. Then she put on the lid, nailing it shut and Debbie was just
another package being shipped off to somewhere.

Debbie wasn't completely rid of her claustrophobia and the sensation of
being locked up in a dark and cramped space freaked her out a bit.
Although she had been tied for very large periods of time during the
last couple of years, sensory deprivation of the kind she was
experiencing now had been rare. Soon, however, fatigue took over and she
fell into a deep sleep, filled with horny dreams of sex and strict
discipline.

She didn't know for how long she had been sleeping when she felt the
packaging material being removed and cool air touching her skin, but she
had obviously arrived. She felt the straps disappearing and someone
lifted her onto a bed or stretcher of some kind. Before her hood and gag
were removed, her boots and corset were removed and she was strapped
securely to the stretcher. If felt strange and unnatural having these
things removed, but she enjoyed it just as she enjoyed it when the hood
and gag were removed. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw that she
was indeed strapped to a stretcher. Two nurses, wearing Dr. Jacobsen's
trademark white rubber uniforms and sporting his trademark enormous
tits, were busy making sure that Debbie was ready for Dr. Jacobsen's
examination. Presently the evil doctor arrived. He seemed in a
particularly good mood, playfully slapping the nurse's tits hard while
whistling a merry, little tune. The nurses laughed politely, fear and
nervousness clearly present on their faces. "Ahh, " the doctor began,
"It's Miss Chamberlain's former slave, Debbie. Splendid!" While
examining her perfunctorily he continued talking: "I see that you are
now the property of Master Farrell. Now there's a true master! A
consummate sadist, with some original ideas about how to treat his
slaves." In the background Debbie saw the nurses shiver with fear at the
last remark, but the doctor didn't notice and just continued: "I'm going
to remake you as per his instructions, which will result in you being
much improved. So let's get started!" He finished his examination and
motioned for the nurses to wheel Debbie into the operating room while he
made his final preparations. As they arrived at the operating room
Debbie was filled with fear. She had no idea what was going to happen to
her and she was much too afraid to ask, since she was positive that any
pleading and begging would be reported to Master Farrell, resulting in
cruel punishment. The nurses seemed to know what was going to happen and
looked pityingly down on her, one of them even stroking Debbie's cheek
gently as if to assure her that everything was going to all right. But
Debbie had a feeling that everything was not going to be all right. This
was after all the man who had only owned her for about an hour before
having her teeth removed. How could this turn out all right? There was
no time think about it, as a syringe was plunged into her arm and
darkness claimed her.

Waking up was very hard for Debbie. It took forever to clear her head
and gather enough strength just to open her eyes. Her mouth felt like it
was filled with cotton and she was terribly thirsty. She could feel a
tube going into her nose and down her throat. After a good long while
she finally gathered enough strength open her eyes. She was in a
hospital bed covered by a white sheet. Much to her surprise she seemed
to be only lightly bound. Her feet were secured to the bed with some
kind of wide strap and another wide strap went around her waist, which
was without a corset, and held her to the bed. There also appeared to be
some kind of bandage at lower end of her ribcage. Other that that she
appeared to unbound. As she became more aware of her surroundings she
decided to find out what had been done to her. The headrest of the bed
was elevated and she was in a half sitting position so she could look
down her body. She tried to feel around on her body for changes, but her
arms wouldn't obey her commands. After trying for a while she looked
down her shoulder and was shocked wide awake. Her arms were missing!
They had cut off her arms! There were only small bandages where her arm
used to be. Debbie began to scream, filled with complete and utter
hysteria her mind went blank with panic. She didn't stop screaming until
a couple of nurses arrived and holding her down, gave her a
tranquilizing injection. As she relaxed involuntarily Dr. Jacobsen came
to check on her. Debbie had been reduced to a subdued sobbing when he
lifted the sheet to check on her wounds. As he did, he explained to
Debbie what had been done to her: "The instructions your master gave
were very specific and I have followed them to the letter. Your arms
have been removed completely, leaving a smooth rounding at your
shoulders. No stumps. The two lowest ribs on either side have been
removed, so that your corset training can be taken up a few levels. All
your toenails have been removed. And finally we have begun hormone
treatment that will increase your breast size considerably as you heal.
By the time you are ready to be shipping back to your master, your tits
will be as large as those of most of my nurses." The tranquilizing
injection had pacified Debbie to the point where she didn't have the
energy to cry and as she slipped further down towards unconsciousness,
the doctor changed the bag of liquid which had supplied the tube running
into her nose and down her throat and explained to the nurses that the
hormone feed would have to be changed more often. Just before Debbie
lost consciousness completely she saw the doctor getting ready to change
her bandages.

The weeks that followed were confusing and depressing for Debbie. After
the encounter with the pop star, her hands had been damaged. Apart from
that she had never really used her hands that much for her "work". They
were mostly tied up. She wasn't known for her skills in giving handjobs,
being the clearly designated blowjob-bitch. She had been completely
controlled and enslaved since meeting her aunt for the first time
several years ago, but loosing her arms nonetheless signaled the end of
any hope for even the slightest bit if independence, not to speak of
reprieve. Not only the loss of her arms signal her complete dependence
on others but also sealed her fate as paintoy for good. Had she not been
busy going through yet another brainwashing program, all her time would
have been swallowed up by her depression. Instead she sat in bed healing
while being fed a cocktail of hormones, which made her tits grow at an
alarming rate, while at the same time being equipped with earphone and
glasses projecting images directly into her eyes. When the glasses and
earphones were removed Debbie was left completely disorientated, a state
of confusion which lasted several hours. She could never remember what
the brainwashing session had been about. Recovering from the confusion
she usually only had a short while to think about her situation before
another brainwashing session began.

So it was that when her wounds had healed Debbie was sporting a pair of
truly massive tits. She didn't know exactly how big they were, but they
were bigger even than those of the nurses, much to the delight of Dr.
Jacobsen. Debbie was also no longer depressed over the loss of her arms;
having rather resigned herself to the fact that if Master Farrell wanted
her this way, who was she to argue? She was after all just a slave, a
piece of property with no right and no say. No, she was fortunate to
have a kind master like Master Farrell to look after her, and if he
wanted her armless she should just be grateful for his attention. She
looked forward to seeing Master Farrell again. She was desperately
horny, her caged member spilling pre-cum almost constantly, and she
hoped that he in time would be pleased enough with her to allow her to
cum. She ached to show her affection for Master Farrell; longed to suck
his beautiful cock and maybe even be allowed to take up her ass. The
thought made her shiver with anticipation.

Presently she was lifted into a wooden crate like the one she had
arrived in. This time she wore only the hood with breathing tubes
sticking into her nose and gag. The straps encircled her and soon she
was enveloped in silence and darkness, shipped home to Master Farrell.

She was unpacked by the same chubby slave girl who had packed her the
first time, still chained to the wall by her labia. Debbie sat on the
floor, unable to stand both because of her feet, which were used to
high-heels and therefore wouldn't allow her to stand flatfooted, and
because of the unfamiliar weight from her new tits. She sat patiently
waiting for someone to do something to her. She was unable to do much on
her own, being almost completely helpless. Eventually two slaves came to
get her. These had the numbers "21" and "36" but were otherwise
identical to number 13 and 14, whom Debbie had met before. The only
difference was that both these slaves had their wrist-cuffs connected by
a short chain. With them they had a wheelchair of sorts. It was like a
normal wheelchair except that instead of a chair it had a narrow piece
of metal from which a large dildo protruded. The backrest was an equally
narrow piece of metal. Debbie was lifted up and lowered down on the
dildo. When she had slid all the way down, the slaves gently pushed her
back against the metal "backrest" and strapped her to it. Then they
drove off with her.

They wheeled her into the dungeon, past the usual staggering amount of
slaves being prepared, to the waiting Master Farrell. As he watched the
two slaves wasted no time in putting the standard ballet-toed boots on
Debbie. Then they tightened a wide leather belt around Debbie's upper
body, just above her now enormous tits, right about where her arm used
to be. They tightened it mercilessly. On the outside of the belt, at the
sides of Debbie's body, were D-rings attached to the belt. Number 21 and
36 secured steel wires to these and Master Farrell used a remote
controlled winch to hoist Debbie up from the ground. As she dangled
there, her feet a few inches off the ground, Master Farrell inspected
her. Much to her delight he groped her body, feeling the up her breasts.
Her passionate moaning almost became ecstatic squealing when he removed
her chastity device and her member came under his expert treatment.
Keeping her on the brink without letting her cum, he stroked her until
she was almost incoherent with unreleased desire. She wanted to beg for
release but knew it would cause her great pain if she did. She settled
for a tiny disappointed whimper as he withdrew his hand and reapplied
her chastity device. "Well, slave," he started, "it's time for your
training to continue now that you have been remade. How do you like it,
slut? Does it excite you?" Deep down Debbie hated what had been done to
her, but her naturally submissive side and the strong conditioning she
had received said otherwise as she replied: "Master, please, Master.
Master, your useless sissy-bitch loves her new look, Master. Master,
this worthless sissy-slut is most grateful for Master's loving
attention, Master. Master, thank you very much, Master." Master Farrell
smiled a little at his slaves reply and said: "Good. Then you will also
love your new corset." He nodded to the two slaves, who sprang into
action. Like her previous corset this one extended from below her tits
to just above her hips. But this one was much stricter. Because she had
had two ribs removed the corset could be tightened to an almost
ridiculous degree. As Debbie repeatedly passed out from lack of air
number 21 and 36 reduced her waist to a mere 11 inches. But more than
that, her waist now sported a pipe stem 4 inches wide. That is to say
that the narrowest part of her waist now extended for 4 inches. Debbie
had thought it was impossible to have your waist compressed that much
and it took her some time before she had mastered the technique of
small, shallow breaths which made it possible for her function. This
accomplished she was fitted with neck corset, forcing her to look
straight ahead and slightly up, allowing no movement of the neck.
Finally she was lowered to the ground. The added weight of her new tits
bearing down on her toes was pure murder. But the real shock was her
complete loss of balance. She would have to learn how to walk upright
anew. Right now Master Farrell wanted her tongue, so she was forced to
bend at the waist like she had before. As she leaned in, her mouth
opened in anticipation. But this time it was necessary for her to rest
her tits on the back of number 36, who was on all fours between herself
and Master Farrell. So it was resting on her own tits, which in turn
rested on the back of number 36 that Debbie gave Master Farrell the
blowjob he demanded. When he shot his load, she swallowed it with
relish, enjoying once again being dominated by this brutal,
uncompromising and merciless man.

Number 21 and 36 helped her stand and steadied her as she fought to
maintain her balance. Master Farrell looked at her and said: "I'll now
teach you how to walk again and we will have to do something about that
fat waist of yours. You really are a fat, weak sissy-slob." Then he
fitted her with an array of electrical torture devices similar to the
one she had been trained to walk in when she had first arrived at Master
Farrell's house. Her tongue was once again pulled out and fitted with an
electrode and her temples were also fitted with electrodes. A long
needle went deep into her flesh just behind her scrotum. Her tits were
pierced not with two needles but whole array of them. As Master Farrell
strapped the control box to her back Debbie was already crying and
whimpering. He dismissed the two slaves, who disappeared looking very
pleased that they were not in Debbie's situation, and left Debbie to
stand on her own. Not surprisingly this proved to be very difficult. A
couple of sharp shocks to her tongue focused Debbie's attention and as
Master Farrell walked away she followed, waddling awkwardly as she
desperately fought to stay upright. She succeeded in not falling as she
was led to the training area. Here the pleasant part of the trip ended
as he once again taught her how to walk wearing the brutal ballet-toed
boots. 

She descended into a nightmare of training and punishment lasting for
about six weeks. Every day she practiced moving around armless and in
the brutal boots. She practiced getting up and down, kneeling, and
bending forward. She practiced sex in all its forms and much more. All
the things she had been able to do with relative ease when she had still
had her arms and her tits had been of normal size, now had to be
relearned. And all her movements had to be perfect, had to match Master
Farrell's requirements perfectly. When she had acquired a measure of
skill, she was fitted with the standard 4-inch ankle chain further
impeding her movements and the training continued. At night she "slept"
standing with a dildo-pole shoved up her ass. Her upper body was held in
place by another pole rising out of the ground, fitted with an arm
connected to Debbie's neck corset. Here she slept standing up, hooded
and gagged. Each night the punishment device she had been fitted with
was taken off, a new one fitted in the morning. The device varied but
always caused her to scream in pain. It wasn't always Master Farrell who
conducted the training. Sometimes it was female mistresses who trained
her; sometimes it was shemale mistresses. It made little difference;
everything was done exactly as he ordered.

After six weeks Debbie was completely broken. She had learned to perform
all movements as required by Master Farrell and in the process she had
been reduced to something filled with only thought: pleasing Master
Farrell. The only thing that could make her happy was the approval of
Master Farrell. She was still a hopeless natural submissive and she
loved being a slave, loved being forced to perform sexually against her
will and she was still desperately horny, longing for release every
minute of the day. But above all this had been placed the need to please
Master Farrell in whatever way he wanted. Four weeks into the training
session he had ordered her to kneel and eat his waste as he took a dump
in her mouth. The old Debbie would have balked at this and puked all
over the place after being forced to do it, but the new Debbie knew she
had to eat shit to please Master Farrell and so did it without question,
without pause.

Her tongue had by now been stretched to the point where her speech was
impeded by it, making her slobber and lisp, but Debbie didn't mind. It
made her blowjobs more pleasurable for Master Farrell and that was
enough to make her happy, enough for her to ask for her tongue to be
extended further. Master Farrell granted her wish. Her corset training
had continued and her waist was now no more than 10 inches, with a pipe
stem of almost 6 inches. Her nipples had been pierced and now sported
not only two thick rings made of stainless steel 3 inches in diameter,
but also stainless steel bars 2 inches long, piercing the nipple
perpendicularly to the rings. She had been fitted with a nose ring, also
made of stainless steel but only 1 inch in diameter so it didn't
interfere went she gave a blowjob. Finally she had been pierced behind
her scrotum, a ring placed almost right next to her asshole and the head
of her cock had been pierced with large ring made of stainless steel.
All her piercings had been painful, but the ones in her crotch had been
the worst. She still wore the same chastity device as before, but now
the head of her cock was just secured to the ring next to her ass when
it was pulled back between her legs.

She strove with her whole being to be the slave that Master Farrell
wanted her to be, only screaming in pain but not complaining when he
subjected her to inhuman torture. 

Master Farrell had one more painful transformation for Debbie to go
through. After she had finished the six weeks of training he allowed her
to be hooded, gagged, placed in a leather bag and stowed away on a
closet so that she could get some rest. Rest had never felt so good to
Debbie and she fell asleep with a profound feeling of gratitude towards
Master Farrell. The next morning a shemale mistress pulled her out her
leather prison, a beautiful black shemale, completely bald with huge
tits and chastised member. She fed Debbie before attaching a leash to
Debbie's cock-ring and leading her to Master Farrell. He waited, not in
the large dungeon as usual, but in a smaller room suited for torture in
more private circumstances. After a show of abject submission, the
shemale mistress scampered off, leaving Debbie alone with Master
Farrell. She stood completely still, her head bowed and her eyes cast
down. She wanted to profess her love for the cruel man in front of her,
but knew it was forbidden. Instead she waited for Master Farrell's
orders. Master Farrell issued no orders but picked her up and lifted her
onto a bench of sorts. A monster-dildo was protruding from it and Debbie
was lowered onto it until it was in to the hilt, filling Debbie
completely. Her insides were squeezed between the intruder and Debbie's
corset, which left room for nothing. It was most unpleasant. The bench
had a backrest, a wooden board really, to which Master Farrell strapped
her. Her legs were sticking straight out in front of her and were tied
to the bench with straps. Master Farrell now removed Debbie's boots. She
had had her feet washed and boots changed every second day during her
training session, and although it wasn't unfamiliar it still felt nice
to feel the air on her feet. She could hardly flex her toes anymore and
certainly couldn't move her feet to a more normal angle to the leg
anymore, but she still had movement in them. While she sat there
enjoying the feeling Master Farrell fetched a large hammer. When she saw
what he had brought, her heart almost stopped with fear. He stood and
caressed her foot for a moment, smiling at her terrified face. Then he
methodically smashed both her feet. Using the hammer he broke every bone
in her feet until they were broken and almost formless pieces of flesh
at the end of her legs. Debbie screamed and cried and passed out several
times during the smashing, but every time she passed out, Master Farrell
stopped what he was doing, woke Debbie up with smelling salts and
continued. Debbie was completely incoherent with pain and hysteria when
he put the hammer away. She knew she was never going to walk again. Here
she was wrong, for Master Farrell had a plan. He had a pair of boots
made just for her. They looked just like the standard ballet-toed boots,
with the same heel and everything, but instead of putting them on by
sticking your foot down in a leather boot and lacing it up, these were
made from steel and were hinged at the back, the two part held together
by tightening screws in the front. They were also smaller than the
standard boots. Master Farrell squeezed Debbie's feet into these evil
contraptions and tightened the screws in a process that was almost as
painful to Debbie as the smashing of her feet had been. When her feet
were securely trapped inside their steel prisons he spoke to the crying
Debbie: "You will spend the next few weeks here while your feet heal and
become perfectly suited for walking in this kind of footwear. I will
have much fun tormenting you while you sit there. Pleasant dreams
slave." Debbie knew what was expected of her as Master Farrell waited
before he left: "Master, please, Master. Master, this worthless
sissy-slave wishes to thank Master for making her a better slave,
Master," she cried. Before leaving he replied: "Your thanks have been
accepted, slave." Then he turned out the light, leaving Debbie with pain
and the darkness.

Master Farrell's plan for Debbie's feet was clear and cruel: Every day
of the first week she sat healing he tightened the screws, further
reducing the size of her foot. When her feet had healed up they would
only be able to fit into one kind of footwear and they would be much
smaller than before, making it even harder for Debbie to walk and stand
normally. The healing process was extremely painful and when Master
Farrell was not around to torture her she was left alone fitted with
brainwashing equipment, earphones and glasses showing her images. Once a
day the bald, black shemale mistress came with a slave and fed and
washed her. They also changed her position a little, so she wouldn't get
bedsores. The pain became almost tolerable after about a week and of
course this was an unacceptable situation for Master Farrell. Debbie was
sitting strapped to the backrest fitted with earphones and the glasses,
which projected brainwashing images directly into her eyes went he
arrived. She was unaware of anything but the messages being fed to her
and a stream of drool ran down her chin as she sat with her mouth
slightly open, whimpering weakly. Master Farrell smiled a little as he
removed the equipment and Debbie slowly returned to normal. When her
disorientation faded she quickly bowed her head in submission and waited
for his orders.

Master Farrell issued no orders. To her great delight he removed her
chastity device and her cock sprang to life. She almost cried with
gratitude when he said: "I'm going to pump all of your sperm out of you
today. When I'm done here, there won't be a drop left." She wanted to
thank him profusely, but knew that speaking out of order, even if it was
to praise him, was strictly forbidden. "But of course such a favor isn't
free," he continued. "You are going to have to pay for it. A bit of
screaming seems fair to me." Debbie's heart sank a little, but not much.
Master was going to let her cum! It would be the first time since he had
bought her and Debbie was almost bursting with need, so a little torture
for an orgasm seemed like a good bargain.

He started by strapping her head securely to the board, which made up
the headrest of her "chair". He then secured a contraption made of two
steel rods connected by a third to the board. The connecting steel rod
was at the level of her mouth; about 4 inches away from her face and the
2 other rods were screwed into the board on either side of her head. He
then made her stick out her tongue and took a steel wire, one end of
which he tied to her tongue. The other end he tied to a 2-pound weight
dangling from the connecting rod, which the wire rested on. The effect
was to pull constantly on her tongue, stretching it while causing Debbie
some pain. His next step was so tie up her tits. He cinched them
brutally at the base and then added further straps compressing her
tit-flesh at intervals of about an inch apart all the way out to her
nipples. Debbie was now emitting low moaning noises from pain and
excitement. Her cock was rock hard and twitching with need. Master
Farrell had a sweet touch with her cock, keeping her at the brink all
the time. Now it was time for needlework. Master Farrell methodically
pushed long, sharp needles into her tits until her tits resembled huge,
oblong pincushions. Debbie's moaning had turned into small out of breath
screams. Master Farrell stood back to admire his handiwork and then
produced his next torture instrument: a wide leather strap. He tied it
around Debbie's throat and used one hand to stimulate her member, while
the other tightened the strap. As her excitement rose so did the
pressure on her throat, eventually cutting off her breath completely.
Master Farrell timed it perfectly. As she approached orgasm her face
turned bluish and she began to twitch, her eyes rolling back just before
she lost consciousness. He did it to her time and again, always making
sure she lost consciousness before she could cum. Debbie loved it and
hated it. It was actually very stimulating to Debbie to have her breath
cut off as she was about to cum - but she never did cum! And towards the
end, just before she lost consciousness, she was gripped by panic,
convinced that this time she would die. When she regained consciousness
she was even more sexually frustrated and closer to panic than before.
And then the process repeated itself only this time everything was
worse: her fear and her frustration. Master Farrell continued this
torture until Debbie was completely hysterical with fear and sexual
frustration, her breath coming in short sharp little screams and her
eyes standing out of her head, staring in blind panic. He stood back and
enjoyed the sight as she slowly calmed down. When she had calmed down he
once again tightened the strap, but this once to the point where it
caused her great difficulty to breathe, not to the point of actually
cutting of her breath completely. As he tightened the strap Debbie
emitted of high-pitched whining sound of pure fear, but this turned it
to the sound of slow, rasping labored breath as he secured the strap.

Before continuing the torture Master Farrell took some time to play with
Debbie's pincushion tits. Some might have considered that torture in
itself, but Master Farrell saw it rather as a little playful interlude.
For Debbie there was nothing playful about it. The pain made her want to
scream her head of, but she didn't have the breath and instead she moved
to the point where she was constantly on the brink of passing out from
lack of air. She was of course beside herself with pain and fear when he
finally moved on.

For the next part of his torture he laid out a large selection of very
long needles, perhaps more aptly termed thin skewers. Debbie sat with
her leg spread wide apart and Master Farrell had plenty of space to
operate as he stroked Debbie's cock until it was once again about to
burst. And then he started the torture. He took once of the long needles
and with slowly pushed it straight through Debbie's cock. Debbie passed
out from lack of air as she screamed and her member became flaccid.
While she recovered Master Farrell inserted a needle into the nerve just
behind her scrotum. This needle was connected with an electrical wire to
a control box. As Master Farrell activated the control box Debbie's
member became fully erect and the pulsating current not only kept it
that way during the rest of the torture session, it also caused Debbie
great pain. As Debbie was shocked wide-awake Master Farrell picked up
another needle and continued the torture. He did everything very slowly
so it took some time before Debbie's cock had been turned into
pincushion, pierced straight through by more than 20 needles. Debbie was
completely hysterical with pain, but he wasn't through yet. Using the
last 10 needles in his arsenal he subjected her balls to the same
treatment. It was the worst Debbie had ever been subjected to. Nothing
she had ever experienced even came close to this. The smashing of her
feet seemed insignificant compared to this. Debbie blanked out with pain
and panic, screaming and passing out, screaming and passing out in a
cycle that went on for almost an hour. While Debbie screamed Master
Farrell connected some of the needles to the control box. Then he sat
back and waited for Debbie to gain some measure of control over herself.

When she finally gained control over herself she was completely
exhausted. Even her tears had run out and as her voice had broken, she
was reduced to hoarse whining sound. Her cock was held erect by the
pulsating current, and although there was now great pain associated with
her stiff cock, she still felt a great need for sexual release. Master
Farrell looked at his panicky slave and smiled as he said: "Well, you
worthless piece of slave-meat. I promised you that I would pump your
balls dry and I intend to make good on my promise, even if it was made
to a useless sissy-slut." Debbie tried to thank Master Farrell, but all
she could manage was a broken, croaking sound. She wasn't really sure
anymore that she would gain any pleasure from the experience. And she
was of course right. Master Farrell moved to the control box and turned
a knob. The pulsating current in the needles increased in strength and
thereby in the amount of pain caused. Suddenly, without Debbie feeling
the slightest bit of pleasure or even release, Debbie's cock began to
spray cum. It produced a fountain of sperm, continuing until it only
twitched without being able to produce anything. All without Debbie
experiencing even a second of release or pleasure. She had simply been
drained and all she had experienced was pain.

Master Farrell stood watching Debbie as he said: "There slave, I've kept
my promise." Debbie tried to thank him as required, but her voice was
all but gone. He accepted her thanks, however, choosing not to punish
her for this infraction. As per his calling, the black shemale mistress
arrived to the room. She crawled towards Master Farrell in submission.
He in turn took out his cock and ordered her to blow him. She of course
wasted not time and immediately began sucking his cock as Debbie
watched. The torture session had apparently excited him a great deal,
for no sooner had she swallowed the last of his cum than he threw her
down on the floor and began fucking her ass furiously. Once finished
fucking her ass he turned her around and fucked her face again. Only
after this did he get up and leave, ordering the shemale to clean Debbie
up. She kept her supplicant posture until he had left and then got up.
As she came up to Debbie her eyes almost fell out of her face with shock
and she began to tremble all over. No talking was allowed, but her fear
of ending up in the same situation and her pity for Debbie were painted
on her face. She started to cleanup by licking up all Debbie's sperm, a
very large puddle a great deal of which had run down on the floor. This
she licked up too before continuing the cleanup. She removed the needles
as gently as she could, but still Debbie passed out from time to time
from the pain. She finished by cleaning the wound and she left Debbie's
abused cock unrestrained when she left.

A few weeks later Debbie's feet had, in Master Farrell's opinion, healed
enough for her to walk again. Her feet had been reduced in size to about
half of their previous size. When the compression boots were removed
Debbie saw that her foot no longer resembled a normal foot even vaguely.
It had practically no heel and was shaped completely by the boot into a
cone-like shape. All her toes had grown together and there was
absolutely no movement left in the foot, it was for intents and purposes
a stiff extension of the leg. Thus her new footwear looked like the old
ballet-toed boots, except that they were much smaller and had a higher
heel. Standing on her newly healed feet for the first time was so
painful that she passed out, but the unspoken threat of even worse pain
if she didn't behave as expected of her, focused her mind as she
followed Master Farrell out of the small dungeon. A new round of
training began along the same lines as the ones that had gone before;
just as the brainwashing sessions did during the night as she sat atop
the dildo pole.

After four more weeks she had been completely remade into the slave
Master Farrell wanted. Her waist was at 9.5 inches and the pipe stem was
now an unbelievable 7 inches. Her feet were incased in the most
torturous boots anyone in Master Farrell's dungeon had ever seen. Her
head was encased in a special rubber hood. There was an opening for her
mouth so she could give blowjobs, but normally she was gagged with
particularly nasty penis gag, filling her mouth and extending far into
her throat. Her nostrils were free so she could breathe and there were
holes for her eyes. But around these holes were tubes 1 inch long and no
more than a quarter of an inch in diameter, narrowing her field of
vision to almost nothing. As if that wasn't enough there were special
lenses at the end of these tubes, fragmenting her vision in a strange
and insectile fashion. Effectively she was only able to recognize a few
special shapes, like Master Farrell's profile and his cock. As for the
rest of the world, she was effectively blind. In her ears were special
earphones, which replaced all sound with white noise, making her
effectively deaf. The only sound the devices had been programmed to let
through was that of Master Farrell's voice.

She existed for only one thing: to please Master Farrell. It was the
focus of her being and all she could ever think about. Unless he
actively praised her, which was almost never, she was desperate to
please him and unhappy that she wasn't doing more to please, that she
was such a useless slob who couldn't please her Master properly. She
followed him around all the time, constantly trying to keep up with him
with her tiny mincing steps, always at a respectful distance behind him,
always ready for use. She was only ever away from his side when
restrained. When he left the mansion for any length of time she was
packed away in a box, tubes making sure that she was fed and could
breathe while he was away. Master Farrell made sure that her corset,
boots and hood were changed and that Debbie was cleaned at highly
irregular intervals, insuring that she couldn't use these occasion to
mark the passing of time. When her hood was changed it was in a room
filled with bright lights and loud noises, so that Debbie could never
get her bearings before a new hood was put on her. He frequently
subjected her to horrifying torture and the only way her cock was
emptied of sperm was using the needle torture he had used on her as she
sat with healing feet. She quickly lost all sense of time, but it didn't
really matter to her anymore. All that mattered was pleasing Master
Farrell.