BDSM Library - Headmistress' Favorite Sport

Chapter 1

When Susanna lost her second job only two days after losing her first; she had no choice but to accept her sister's kind invitation. Susanna had been loath to do so because of two things. Firstly there was pride. Although she had accepted Rachel's offer of help with paying for the children's school, she had taken pride in the fact that she could take care of her family even after her husband, Tom, ran of. Secondly there was the fact that she didn't really like her sister all that much. Although she couldn't put a finger on it, she distrusted her sister's generosity. There had to be a catch.

But there seemed to be nothing. Susanna and her children were welcomed by Rachel, who had assigned each a room. The twins were of course delighted that they should live with their aunt, but Dennis looked even more depressed than usual. The first few days were actually a nice reprieve from all the hardship they had been through. The kids could concentrate on school while Susanna tried to find a new job. Rachel actually helped her quite a bit, but times were hard and there was nothing to come by. While Susanna tried to get a job, Dennis' struggles at school became worse. He was now so far behind, his grades so bad, that he was on the verge of being kicked out only two months before the summer vacation.

Susanna was sitting one morning talking about this with Rachel. The kids were at school and Rachel had convinced Susanna to take a day off from the job search and just relax. And she was relaxing. Her relationship with her sister seemed warmer than it had ever been as they sat in the sofa sipping coffee. Susanna did most of the talking while Rachel sat nodding sympathetically. As Susanna talked Rachel moved gradually closer until she sat right next to Susanna. She began massaging Susanna's neck softly and gently. Susanna stopped talking and looked at her sister wonderingly. What was she doing? It wasn't normal for sisters to be so intimate with each other. Just as she opened her mouth to object, Rachel pounced. She grabbed Susanna's neck and held her head firmly as she kissed her sister deeply, her tongue exploring her older sister's mouth in detail. Susanna recoiled with a small scream: "What are you doing?" she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she stood up and backed away. Rachel also stood up and as she advanced on her Susanna noticed how much in control she seemed. Rachel was dressed in her usual fine, white silk shirt and wore a narrow, navy skirt ending just above the knee. She wore navy high-heeled shoes, with four-inch stilettos. As she advanced on Susanna she brandished a Taser as she spoke calmly to her victim: "I've dreamt about fucking you for a long time, about turning you into my bitch. Now I'm doing it." Susanna saw the Taser and tried to slip past Rachel but she was too slow. Rachel pushed the Taser into the soft flesh of Susanna's belly and pushed the button. Susanna screamed and twitched before collapsing on the floor.

Susanna as not quite unconscious as Rachel undressed her, cutting away her worn-out jeans and ripping her old T-shirt and she could feel Rachel groping her breasts before cuffing her hands together behind her back and cuffing her feet together. Then, with surprising ease, she flung Susanna over her shoulder and carried her to the elevator. Rachel's house had three stories above ground and Susanna thought that it had one basement level. This proved to be wrong as Rachel produced a special key and inserted it into the control panel in the elevator and turned it. After a short ride the elevator doors opened to a secret basement level. Here Rachel carried Susanna through one of many doors to what could only be described as a dungeon. Susanna was gaining more and more control over her body, but she was still unable to stop Rachel from securing her spread eagle to a rubber-padded cross, or more correctly a rubber-padded X. Straps soon held her at the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. The X was in an upright position, so it looked a little like Susanna was standing up.

As Susanna started to object Rachel slapped her face hard: "Shut up, you useless piece of shit!" she shouted, "You are nothing but a slave, so you had better start behaving like one." Before Susanna could recover from the shock Rachel turned on her heel and left the room. Susanna tried to get loose but it was hopeless and she began to get very afraid. Was her own sister really going to beat her and rape her? Surely this had to be joke. It just couldn't be true.

But when Rachel returned Susanna realized that it probably was. Rachel had changed into something more appropriate. She wore black, knee-high boots laced up the front. The boots had six-inch stilettos with shiny metal tips. Other than that all she wore was a black, leather corset and black, rubber opera gloves. The corset didn't really constrict her waist, it just accentuated her figure and ended just below her breasts, which Susanna couldn't help but think were perfect. In her right hand she held a riding crop. Her long, jet-black hair was gathered in a tight bun at the back of her head making her look very severe and sexy.

Susanna was too stunned to speak and instead Rachel started informing her about what was going to happen: "Susanna, you useless slut, I'm going to turn you into my little fucktoy. I've always known that you were a useless little shit, only suited for dominating and fucking. Now I'm going to act on it. Over the next weeks and months I'm going to turn you into a completely compliant little slave-slut and I promise that you are going to love your new life. Eventually. While I deal with you, the twins are going to take care of that useless little son of yours. We have it from a reliable source that he is going to be kicked out of school today. Once this happens no one is going to miss him and the twins can effectuate their evil little plan. They are going to feminize him and turn him into a sissy-slave. God knows he doesn't deserve any better."

At the mention of her son Susanna began to object again. This time her objections were met with a severe whipping from Rachel, who didn't stop until Susanna was screaming and crying, begging her to stop. "Never speak unless ordered to, slave." Rachel told her sister. Then she stepped closer and grabbed Susanna's hair, drew her close and kissed deeply and passionately. Susanna tried to draw away but Rachel held her too tight. Rachel dropped the riding crop she had held in the other hand and assaulted Susanna's pussy. It had been years since Susanna had had a lover and Rachel knew all the tricks. In seconds Susanna found herself responding against her will. Her juices began to flow and suddenly she found herself responding to the kisses. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it. Her sister was too strong, too knowledgeable and soon Susanna felt a fantastic orgasm approaching. She forgot all her objections as she screamed and thrashed as the orgasm ripped through her. But Rachel didn't let her rest. She kept up her manipulation of Susanna's cunt and clit and within minutes Susanna came again. And again. And again. When Rachel finally withdrew Susanna hung limply on the cross, covered in sweat and panting with the exertion. "See slut, you are a little nymphomaniac." Rachel gently told her sister: "Give in and accept your slave state now and save yourself a lot of pain." Susanna cried while she shook her head. "Very well," Rachel replied, "have it your way."

Rachel fetched two dildos. While Susanna watched wide-eyed, she lubed both up. The largest she pushed up Susanna's already sopping wet cunt, making Susanna squirm with delight. While she was still concentrating on the pleasure the dildo in her cunt provided, Rachel shoved the other up her ass. She had never had anything up her ass before Rachel had caught her off guard as she had concentrated on the sensations from her pussy. The intruder in her ass was most unwelcome, but Rachel held both her dildos in place while she secured them properly. Before she had inserted either of the dildos, Rachel had tied a belt around Susanna's waist. From the back of this belt hung a strap. This strap Rachel now pulled through Susanna's legs and secured it to the front of the belt as she tightened it, making sure that it held both dildos. There was no way Susanna was getting rid of her two intruders without help.

Rachel stepped back and regarded her handiwork. "I'll leave you with these two running so that you can realize for yourself just what a hopeless little slut you are. Enjoy." With that Rachel left the dungeon, but before she left she activated the two dildos via remote control. Even though Susanna hated the dildo in her ass, she found that its effect when combined with that of the other dildo drove her into a frenzy of sexual delight. She came like a cannon again and again, writhing and thrashing with ecstasy. She lost track of time as she unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure between her legs.

At school the twins were ecstatic with delight. Dennis had been kicked out of school because of his dismal performance. The twins had known for two days that it would happen today. One of their lovers was Miss Robinson, the school's secretary. Miss Robinson was a forty-six year old spinster. Not only had she proven herself to be a lesbian, she had also turned out to be more than a little submissive. A year ago the twins, whom nothing got past undetected, had noticed the way she looked at some of the prettier girls at school. Seemingly no one else noticed, but the twins thought that it looked like conclusive evidence: Miss Robinson was probably a repressed lesbian. Miss Robinson was actually quite pretty, even if she looked a little severe and a little old-fashioned, and the twins thought it would be a great idea to have someone on the inside. One night when the twins knew that Miss Robinson would be working late they made up a pretext to visit the office. Finding Miss Robinson alone they struck up a conversation with her. Miss Robinson had been just about to call it a night when Joanna and Jocelyn came and she was glad to drop her work to have a chat. They were very nice girls, very friendly and the twins had been absolutely right about her sexual orientation. Once this became quite clear the girls made their move: Joanna leaned in close and kissed Miss Robinson on the mouth. Miss Robinson was taken completely by surprise and before she could object, the twins switched places and Jocelyn now kissed her. Only Jocelyn really leaned into it and kissed Miss Robinson deeply, exploring her mouth with her tongue. After a second or two Miss Robinson finally managed to regain her composure and draw away. "Girls, " she said in an out of breath voice, "you have the wrong idea. I'm not a lesbian and besides its wrong for an employee of the school to be ... kissing the students." Miss Robinson actually managed too sound dignified and reasoned as she said it, but all her reason and composure was for nothing. The twins had her number. The looked at each other and giggled. Then they turned to Miss Robinson and spoke: "Really?" Jocelyn asked. "I think that you are lying, Miss Robinson." Joanna continued. "We think you love it, " they said in unison. "We think you want more." As they spoke they advanced on the sitting Miss Robinson, approaching her from both sides. Miss Robinson wanted to object, but the words stuck in her mouth as Jocelyn gently put her hand on Miss Robinson's right breast and began to massage it. She became completely breathless as Joanna put her hands on the inside of her thigh at the same time as she began kissing her again, only this time more passionately. Miss Robinson had only weak and garbled protests as the twins quickly, but gently undressed her and laid her down on the carpeted floor. Here they made passionate love to her, their hands and mouths finding her every erogenous zone, making her cum again and again until she was nothing but a panting and screaming wreck, lying on the floor covered in sweat. Having sex with another woman for the first time in her life had a dream come through, but being ravished by two gorgeous girls at the same time was something out of her sexual fantasies.

Without stopping to explain the twins kissed her goodnight and left, leaving her a note. Miss Robinson was unable to even dress herself for the first ten minutes, but eventually she gained some measure of composure and got around to reading the note. It simply said: "Tomorrow at your place, 6 PM. Wear something sexy." The note made her shiver all over again. They would be coming back? She couldn't believe her luck. She scurried home and slept uneasily, her dreams haunted by the twins. When she woke up, she found that she was extremely horny, her inner thighs almost dripping. It was as if the twins had awoken her long dormant sexual desire again. But it had returned a monster.

The whole next day Miss Robinson spent in a state of sexual tension. She fumbled everything that day, stammered every sentence. She didn't see the twins during the day and as it was time to go home a terrible thought struck her: what if they weren't coming? What if they were just playing with her? She couldn't bear the thought and she was almost crying when she got home. Once home she pulled herself together. She picked out her nicest dress, a nice, simple satin dress with spaghetti straps. The dress was red and so were her shoes, pretty pumps with modest three inch-heels. They were her only shoes with something like a high heel. Neither the dress nor the shoes had been worn outside her house. They had been bought one day when she had felt the need to spoil herself.

She settled in to wait, mentally preparing herself for a disappointment. As it turned out she needn't have bothered. At precisely six PM the doorbell rang and with her heart pounding Miss Robinson ran to open the door. At the door were the twins, just as promised. Miss Robinson felt a surge of heat, starting in her crotch, spreading throughout her whole body as she saw them. They were dressed extremely sexily, thought Miss Robinson. Jocelyn wore black boots, ankle high with six-inch stilettos, white leather pants that left nothing to imagination, a black leather top and a small, white leather jacket. Her raven hair was gathered in a ponytail and she looked absolutely stunning. Joanna wore the same thing, but with the colors somewhat reversed: black boots, black pants, white top and a black jacket. Between them they carried a large duffel bag. As Miss Robinson opened the door, the twins looked her over knowingly. "Well, well." Jocelyn remarked, "Aren't we the sexy one? Very femme." Joanna nodded approvingly as they let themselves in. Miss Robinson had lost her capacity for speech when she had seen the twins looking her over like some sex object. For years she had longed for someone to look at her in that way, and now that it happened she was lost for words.

Not that she needed any. After the twins had closed the door behind them and set down their bag, they embraced Miss Robinson in a three-way embrace. After kissing her gently Joanna spoke: "Helen" she said, speaking Miss Robinson's first name, "We think you are about ready to start a new life." Jocelyn took over: "We think that the whole repressed lesbian bit is getting tired. It never suited you so we are going to throw it aside." Helen was getting so excited that she could hardly think as Joanna continued: "We think that the part you are really cut out for is that of a sex object. A sex slave, if you will. Jocelyn, shall we start?" Helen's heart almost stopped. Surely she couldn't have heard her right? She hadn't really said "slave", had she? Only in her deepest, darkest fantasies would Helen Robinson admit to having a submissive side, but the twins had apparently spotted it right away.

There was no more time to think. The twins once again began seducing her and within a couple of minutes Helen was on her bed screaming with ecstasy. When she had come down from her orgasms, the twins were standing at the bedside. They were holding some strange items. Jocelyn held what looked like a big, red leather pouch and Joanna held a collection of straps and what looked like a big, red rubber ball on a strap. "Time to go the whole nine yards, you useless cunt." Jocelyn said as they pounced. Not only were they quick, they were strong and soon Helen was tied up. The pouch proved to be an armbinder holding Helen's arms behind her, its straps criss-crossing her chest. The ball was a ball-gag filling her mouth completely, wrenching her jaws apart and the straps had been used to hold her legs tied, calf to thigh. As a finishing touch the twins put a new pair of shoes on Helen, a pair of white stilettos with five-inch heels, equipped with locking ankle straps. As Helen sat helplessly whining on the bed Joanna grabbed her hair and spat into her face: "You are a useless little whore, a slut who needs to learn her place. Fucking cunt! But not to worry, slave. You'll learn." With that the twins picked up riding crops and started Helen Robinson's education.

When they left Helen she was their property. Whatever doubt there had been at the beginning of the evening had been erased. While hammering her state as a lowly slave into her head, they had whipped her mercilessly. Her whole body was covered in red welts; her hands and face the only place they had left free. She had been forced to lick their pussies and asses all night long and they had finished by strapping on giant dildos and fucking her absolutely senseless. Because no matter how hard she had tried to deny it, Helen Robinson had loved it. Every minute of it.

Since that night she had belonged to the twins, obeying their every command. Every day she went to school with a hairless body, Ben-wa balls lodged in her pussy and a big, fat butt plug up her ass. She wore rubber panties so her juices wouldn't spill down her legs, because all though she had been commanded to go to the toilet and masturbate three times a day, she was not allowed to cum. Only the twins were allowed to make her cum and they rarely did. Her home had been changed in profound ways, even if these were not immediately obvious to the casual observer. All the rooms above ground, except for the kitchen were now unused, but always kept neat and clean, like a museum of her former life. Helen now lived in the basement. When the twins weren't there to dominate her, which they rarely were, she was ordered to watch endless porno movies, all of them with S&M content. When it was time to go to bed Helen carefully backed into her cage, which stood in the center of the floor. Mounted in the back were two dildos, which she had to impale herself on before shutting the door. On the inside of the door was a short little dildo, which Helen had to gag herself with, thus effectively insuring that she could only stay in one position. The cage was on a time lock and in the morning the cage opened and let her out to new day of slavery.

She had a primitive shower with only cold water since a worthless slave-slut like her wasn't good enough for hot water and she went to the toilet squatting over the drain in the basement floor. All her food, always the same vegetable stew, was consumed from a doggy bowl on the floor. Over a long period of time the twin had changed her outward appearance. She now wore much more revealing clothes, but the most significant difference was her shoes. Helen now never wore anything with less than five inches of stiletto heel. Even at home she was never bare-footed. When she came home she immediately changed into seven-inch stilettos and her dog collar. She wore nothing else unless commanded to.

All though she had cut off what little social life she had had and now lived like a slave in her own home, Helen Robinson was happy. Every night lying plugged and gagged and so horny that she thought she might burst, Helen Robinson thanked the twins before falling into steamy dreams. She loved the twins absolutely and she loved what they had done to her.

And so it was that the twins knew everything that went on at the school, including that Dennis would be expelled for his dismal academic record. They knew that their aunt would pounce on their mother that day and they planned to do the same thing to their brother. Everything was in place. When Dennis came home from school that afternoon he would cease to exist. Instead a new person would occupy his old room. The new person's name was of course Denise. The twins readily admitted that the name was dreadfully unoriginal, but they insisted on it because it fit the little wimp so perfectly. As far as the twins were concerned their brother Dennis had been born to be turned into Denise.

Dennis was terribly depressed as he walked home. What would he do now? He really had no idea what would happen, except that his sisters would probably ridicule him forever over this. Aunt Rachel would probably be polite about it, thereby making it even worse. The only one he could count on for comfort and support would be his mother. Mom would make it all right.

But as he walked into the living room he found neither his mom nor Aunt Rachel. Instead he found his sisters sitting on the couch with big old smirks on their faces, like they knew what had happened. That was strange in itself, but what really stuck out was their clothing. Joanna and Jocelyn were dressed as he had never seen them before. They both wore ultra short, black leather dresses, with more than enough cleavage. The dresses had large cutouts in the back, leaving plenty of skin out in the open. The sisters wore black stilettos with six-inch heels. In the room was also Aunt Rachel's husband, Tony. Dennis had always found him to be a rather ominous figure, a huge black man with a face that was usually totally impassive. What Dennis didn't know was that Tony was hardly a gold digger who had married Rachel for her money. Tony had made his own fortune before he and Rachel met and fell in love. They were both deeply perverted and the match was perfect.

Tony had also slept with the twins and they were in his humble opinion the most perverted people he had ever met. He was full of admiration for them and like Rachel he wondered at what they would become. For now he had to admire the tandem plans for the enslavement of Susanna and her son. He agreed completely with the twins: Dennis was already a little sissy-boy. It was only right to take him all the way.

Meanwhile Dennis had recovered his wits, such as they were, and asked the twins: "What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?" The twins giggled and Joanna answered him: "We know that you've been kicked out of school for being too stupid." Dennis started to object: "But they promised no one would know until tomorrow." Jocelyn smirked: "Never mind that, you useless little sissy, you have bigger worries than that." Dennis was taken aback. There had never exactly been warm feelings between him and his sisters, but this was way beyond what they had ever said before. He didn't have a chance to reply as both sisters got up and closed in on him. "You are in for a surprise, you little shit." Dennis started to call out for his mom as he felt Tony grabbing his arms from behind. Both the twins and Tony laughed heartily at this. Without further small-talk Tony carried Dennis to the elevator as the twins led the way. Dennis fought all the way but it was useless as Tony held him in a vice grip. He was going nowhere. In the elevator he, like his mother, found out that the house had another level. With the sisters leading the way he was carried into dungeon. Here no words were wasted as Tony cuffed his hands above his head. The cuffs hung from a chain and as Tony raised the chain further, Dennis' feet left the ground. The pain in his wrists was terrible and he began to cry for help. This ended as Jocelyn jammed a huge red ball-gag into his mouth and secured its strap behind his head. Meanwhile Joanna and Tony had grabbed his ankles and tied them wide apart with rubber straps. Dennis now hung about a foot off the floor with his legs spread wide apart, gagged and completely uncomprehending as to what was happening. As he tried to understand the twins stood before him. Jocelyn began: "Dennis as we told you, you are in for a surprise. We have decided that we are not happy with the way you are." Joanna took over: "So we are going to change you. We are going to feminize you and turn you into a little shemale. It'll be great: you'll get to wear pretty clothes, high heels and make-up. And best of all: you'll suck dick and be fucked up you tight little ass all day long!" Joanna sounded genuinely pleased as Jocelyn took over: "Of course after a while you little ass won't tight at all." All three laughed at this and Jocelyn continued: "But first we'll have to prepare you a little. We'll make sure that you never have any body or facial hair again – ever. Then we'll clean you out so that you can start your new life clean."

Dennis understood nothing. This couldn't be happening! He tried to scream and thrash, but to no avail. He was helpless as the twins taped his eyes shut and hid his longish hair under a bathing cap. Then they taped his eyebrows over before they began lathering him up with the most disgusting goo he had ever smelled. It felt clammy and cold against his skin and after only a few seconds it began to burn. He cried and screamed but heard only derisive laughter. After fifteen minutes or so he felt an ice-cold spray of water hitting him. When all of the goo had been sprayed off he was shivering with cold. Although he didn't know it for sure, he would never grow a single hair on either his face or body again.

Before he had time to recover he felt someone trying to spread his ass cheeks and begin to apply something that felt Vaseline to his sphincter. His struggles intensified as he felt something pressing against his ring, trying to get into his ass. As he clenched his ass as hard as he could he heard Joanna's voice: "Don't struggle, you little sissy-shit! You'll only make it worse for yourself." Dennis didn't think that things could get much worse, but he was soon proven wrong. A girl's hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them viciously, pulling them downward at the same time. He now heard Jocelyn's voice; "Never ever disobey us you worthless little slave shit!" With every word she pulled and squeezed and Dennis became completely panicky with pain and fear. When Jocelyn stopped Joanna said: "Are you going to be good little sissy-slut and take your enemas as you should?" In desperation Dennis nodded vigorously. He then felt the rubber tube slipping into his ass. Is was definitely uncomfortable, but not as much as when they inflated the balloon-like thing at its end. The balloon made sure that he couldn't expel the tube on his own.

Then the real discomfort began. He felt his bowels fill up with warm water until he thought that he would burst. When he could take no more, his gagged screaming having reached a high-pitched whining quality, they pumped some more into his belly. He could feel the skin of his belly distending. In this condition he hung for several long minutes before the balloon was deflated and a stream of watery shit exploded from his ass. It felt incredibly good to let go, but the good feeling didn't last. When the last shit had left his ass the tube was reinserted and the ordeal started all over again. After three more enemas he hung limply, crying hopelessly. He was shocked out of this when the icy water hit him again.

When the twins thought that he was clean enough, they toweled him dry with a nice warm and fluffy towel. The tape over his eyes and eyebrows was removed, as was his bathing cap. He saw that the twin had donned rubber gloves and were standing in front of him. Jocelyn had mischievous smile on her face as she gently stroked his thigh: "Well little sister; wasn't that nice? There are definite advantages to being a slave too, Denise. One is that your real purpose in life is sex." Joanna quipped in: "And you've had precious little of that, isn't that right you slut?" Dennis no idea what was expected of him. It turned out nothing was expected of him as things got a lot stranger.

Joanna lubed up her fingers on one hand and pried a single digit up his ass. He tried to squirm away but achieved nothing. In fact the gentle probing was quite nice as Joanna used her other hand to gently stroke his body. Jocelyn joined in the stroking. Soon Dennis was feeling surprisingly nice and it only got better when Jocelyn used her free hand to gently stroke his member to life. At first he was able fight it. It was wrong. Perverse and wrong! But it was also very, very nice and soon his cock was fully erect, his whole body moving with the rhythm. He exploded in a fantastic orgasm, his jism spraying out over the floor. The sister giggled to each other as they came around to stand in front of him. Here they embraced and kissed each other passionately, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Finally they broke it off and faced Dennis again. He told himself that he really shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he was. No matter how perverted he had thought his sisters were; they still had more surprises for him.

"Now Denise" Joanna said, "In a few months you are going to begin school again. A special school that specializes in making perfect little sissies." "Until then," Jocelyn said, "we are going to prepare you for your new school. Since you are a slave nothing is ever going to be easy for you, but the next few months are going to relatively easy." Joanna smiled wickedly before continuing: "All that's going to happen is that you are going to learn a little fashion sense, learn how to apply make-up, learn how to suck cock and take it up the ass. And of course your hormone therapy is going to get a notch up." Seeing Dennis' surprise Jocelyn mocked: "Oh, you didn't know? Well we've been feeding you hormones for the past two years. Now you're going to get the proper dosage. Enough to give you little girly tits." The twins laughed as Dennis fumed. So that was why he had never grown taller! The bitches had planned it all along. His rage almost made him forget his situation, but Jocelyn brought it home to him by taking a cattle prod and shocking him badly on his inner thigh. As he jerked and tried to scream Joanna said: "Don't forget what a useless little shit you are. We are in control, so always remember to obey the first time. It's just as humiliating but a lot less painful. Now let's get you dressed properly."

The first item was a pair of shoes. They were a pair of pretty pink stilettos with five-inch heels and ankle straps with cute little heart-shaped padlocks on them. They were at least one size too small, but that seemed to be part of the idea. Dennis had trouble keeping his balance in them as he was lowered to the ground, but his mind soon turned to other concerns. Not only did Jocelyn have a cattle prod, there was also Tony to consider so Dennis gave up the fight before it began and quietly allowed himself to be dressed. He was given no panties, only a very feminine nightie. It only reached just below mid-thigh and it was make of a fine, pink see-through material with pink furry edges. It was really an ultra-feminine garment. His hands were encased in a pair of mittens, where they were held as fists. The material looked like pink cotton, but once inside Dennis found that it was virtually impossible to even move his fingers. His hands were the cuffed in front of him, and around his waist a broad belt made of pink leather was secured, before his cuffed hands were secured to this. Then came a pink leather collar with matching leash and as a finishing touch his gag was replaced with a pink ball on a pink strap. Stumbling in his unfamiliar footwear the twins led him to a stool in front of a mirror. Here they cut his hair in a very pretty and very feminine fashion. It was made all the more easy because of his longish hair. Finally they applied make-up to his face. When they were done Dennis was stunned. If he had had breasts no one would have doubted that he was a girl. Well, there was the matter of his penis, which to his eternal shame was growing hard from looking at his pretty mirror image. "Well, well, well." Jocelyn said derisively, "It looks like the little bitch likes her own looks." In the background Tony's laughter boomed across the room. Dennis wanted to crawl into a hole with shame, but his erection still didn't go away. Finally the twins stood him up and walked him to the center of the room. "Now Denise, never forget that you are the lowest slave-slut on the planet. Everyone is better than you." Jocelyn said. "But that is no excuse not to perform at your very best," Joanna continued, "on the contrary it is all the more reason to try to prove that you may have some value. You will never succeed in proving this, but we demand that you always try." "And we begin now, Denise," Jocelyn told Dennis, "by learning how to walk properly." The twins then instructed Dennis in how to walk in high heels: always making sure that you had that sexy swaying in the hips, moving your ass in that "come fuck me"-way. It was very hard, but the girls made sure that "Denise" learned. One led him by the leash while the other punished the smallest transgressions by lifting up his pretty nightie and whipping his ass and the back of his thighs. Soon he was emitting little feminine screams behind his gag while tears rolled down his face, ruining his make-up. But eventually he got the hang of it, his skinny ass moving as invitingly as a seasoned call girl's. The girls drilled him for hours before they were satisfied: "Better." said Jocelyn when they stopped, "Now would Denise, the useless little sissy-bitch, like to see her mommy?" Dennis had wondered where his mother was, but in all the sissy training he had completely forgot about her. Now he began to fear that something bad had happened to her. Clearly the twins couldn't be alone in this. The twins didn't wait for his reply, but led him by his leash out of one dungeon and into the next.

In the next dungeon Dennis got the worst shock of his life. Bent over at the hips and strapped by her arms and legs to a padded table-like construction was his mother. She was wearing only a pair high heels, a collar and a huge ball-gag. She was covered in angry, red welt and her body glistened with sweat. Behind her was Aunt Rachel. She still wore high-heeled boots, a corset and gloves and in her pussy, strapped in place, was a giant double-ended dildo, which she used to fuck Dennis' mom. While she fucked her she struck her with a riding crop she held in her right hand. But what really threw Dennis off was the way his mother's head was thrown back in ecstasy. She writhed and squirmed, moaned and screamed, but it was clearly from pleasure, not pain. He stood completely stunned, unable to move from the shock, but the twins would have none of it. They dragged him until he stood only a few feet from Susanna's face. At first she didn't even notice him with her eyes closed in ecstasy, but suddenly she saw that someone was standing in front of her and her eyes widening in shock she recognized who it was. Her mind may have stopped, but her body was unable to. Even as she saw Dennis dressed as he was, she still was unable to hold back the extreme feelings of pleasure. She was rapidly turning into a complete nymphomaniac, loving her sister's every touch. She wanted to stop the fucking and help Dennis, but she was tied up, and even if she had been unbound her body would have kept her in the same position. She desperately needed to be fucked.

As Dennis stood there crying for his mom, Joanna whispered in his ear: "Isn't she one hot slave-bitch? Aunt Rachel knew it from the start and now everything is falling into place." Jocelyn whispered in his other ear: "As you are turned into the sissy-slave you really want to be, Mom is being turned into Aunt Rachel's little slave-maid, her own little fuck-toy. It sure looks like she enjoys it, don't you think?" Dennis did think so, but would never have admitted it. The twins didn't seem to want an answer. Instead they started their own manipulation of him. This time Jocelyn had her fingers up his ass while Joanna gave him a hand-job. The result was the same. Like his mother he was unable to control his body and soon he jerked his hips, moaned and shot his load right into Susanna's face. Aunt Rachel laughed heartily with the others: "Apparently it's a bimbo thing. The pretty blondes can't control their lust." Whereas the twins and Aunt Rachel and Tony of course, had black hair, both Susanna and Dennis were blondes.

Neither Dennis nor Susanna could meet each other's eyes any longer and looked away. "Well, Auntie," said Joanna, "I think we need to continue the worthless bitch's training." Jocelyn finished: "Have fun. The cunt sure looks hot enough." Dennis' leash was jerked as the twins led him back into the other dungeon. For a few hours they continued his walking training, quickly taking his mind of what had just happened by again punishing the slightest transgressions. Once in a while they stopped his walking to give him more mind-blowing orgasms. Finally he could take no more and they led him to his room. Except it didn't look like his room anymore. The room had been completely redecorated. Everything had been painted pink: the walls, the ceiling, and the closets. The window now had pink curtains with white lace edges. His bed had been replaced by a white four-poster bed with pink sheets and covers and was now filled with fluffy pink pillows with lacy edges. His desk and the computer, which had stood on it, had been replaced by a make-up table with a large sectioned mirror. Everywhere he looked things were pink and girly and he had no doubt that the closet held not his old clothes, but loads feminine clothes and shoe. And of course he was right.

"Before we tuck you in for the night," Joanna said, "I think it's about time that you got something to eat." She removed his gag as Jocelyn pointed to a doggy bowl in the corner: "There is your dinner, you useless sissy-bitch." The bowl was filled with a nasty looking gruel, but as he got closer he saw that the nastiness didn't stop there: on top of the gruel was a whitish substance. Joanna smirked as she saw him notice: "Yes, my disgusting little sissy-slave, that's jism. Your own in fact. We scooped it off the floor." "We feel that a slave should always clean up after herself, Denise." Jocelyn quipped in, "And besides, it's good for you. Now eat up or else." Dennis saw no other option than to get on his knees, lean forward and eat the glop in the bowl. As his mouth reached the "food" Jocelyn held his head down, while Joanna injected the contents of a very large syringe in to his left ass cheek. Dennis yelped in surprise and pain, but after recovering he saw no other option than to begin eating. "In case you're wondering," Joanna said, "I think your dinner will go well with the hormones we just injected you with. Eat all the food or you will be punished even more." Dennis cried as he ate the disgusting dinner.

After dinner the twin prepared him for bed. First they brushed his teeth. Then they removed his clothes and gave him a couple of enemas for good measure. Before putting him in his bedtime clothes, they gave him a very nice bath. He sat naked with his hands cuffed behind his back in a small bathtub as the twins bathed him. It was nice and gentle and to top it off Jocelyn gave him a hand-job, once again making him jerk and scream as the orgasm tore through him. Although he hated admitting it to himself, he had begun looking forward to his sisters' caresses with eager anticipation.

His nighttime clothes turned out to be the same as his daytime clothes: pink see-through nightie and pink high-heeled shoes with cure little heart-shaped padlock on the ankle straps. Again his hands were put in cute little pink mittens and secured to a pink leather belt around his waist. He was sat down on the bed and his legs were strapped together at the knees and ankles with pink leather straps. The twins then forced him to lie back on a pink sheet, which they then proceeded to roll him into, turning him into a pink sausage with only his pretty pink high-heels sticking out at one end and his blonde bimbo head at the other. Then they gagged him using a pink penis gag on a pink strap, before cutting off his vision with a soft pink blindfold with white lace trimmings. Placing him in the middle of the bed they held him there with straps, coming from under the bed, holding him at the ankles, knees, hips, stomach and chest. On his ears were placed earphones and to both hold them and his head in place a strap went across his forehead. Dennis was going nowhere. Finally they covered him with a blanket (pink of course) and kissed him goodnight. Dennis was tied so tightly that he could hardly wriggle. It felt somewhat claustrophobic, but for the first time Dennis began to feel something else as well: He felt erotic. The overwhelming number of forced orgasms, the sexy clothing, the intimacy in the twins' touch and of course the influence from the hormones all conspired to make Dennis, if not happy with, then accept it as quite erotic and sexy. He had to admit that he liked a lot the things they had done to him. He had always loved high heels. He hadn't dreamed of wearing them, but now that he did he liked it a lot. He also liked the pretty pink clothes they had given and the nice haircut. He had hated it just a few hours ago so he couldn't quite understand what was happening to him, but it wasn't all bad. As he fell asleep soft voices spoke inn the earphones: "I am a useless little sissy. I am a slave. I love to please my mistresses. I must never speak unless spoken to. I would love to suck a big fat cock...." The voices spoke to his sub-consciousness, urging him to accept his position as a sissy slave and instructing him in how to behave.

Chapter 2

Over the next week the twins trained him further. He was taught how to apply make-up and how to behave in a properly feminine and submissive manner and they trained his movements to be properly feminine. So as not to wear the skin of his ass, the twins introduced a new punishment tool for these training sessions. It looked like a pair of pink rubber panties. Inside was a large metal dildo, which of course went up his ass. In the front it allowed his cock to stick out but held his balls inside. Apart from squeezing his balls it had one other very painful capacity: when the twins were unhappy with his performance they pressed a button on their remote control and the dildo and the metal mesh that held his balls delivered a very painful electric shock. What was left of his disobedience and rebellion was quickly eradicated and combined with the frequent hand-jobs the twins gave him; he quickly turned into a submissive little slut. Even his mind gave in. He thought of himself more and more as not "Dennis" but "Denise".

After about two weeks of training the girls thought it appropriate that he learn how to suck a cock. Dennis was dressed in a pink satin dress with white lace trimmings. On his feet were pink boots, ankle high with six-inch spike heels. His arms were held behind his back in a pink leather armbinder and he was kneeling. The twins knelt on either side of him. Jocelyn was dressed in a full-body red rubber suit and wore red leather boots with six-inch heels. Joanna was her mirror image, except that her outfit was black. In front of the kneeling Denise stood Tony. He was dressed in a discrete black suit, but out of his fly his not quite so discrete cock hung. It was huge and in spite of having practiced on large rubber dildos, Denise wasn't at all sure she could even fit it into her mouth. But she had no choice. She started out by stalling a little by kissing it gently, but a warning slap on her butt by Joanna made her open her mouth and try to take the monster in. She wasn't all that sure that she liked sucking cock until the twins changed her mind for her. They started up the dildo in her ass, not giving her electric shocks, but vibrating pleasantly. Over the last weeks Denise had come to associate the sensation of having something up her ass with the frequent hand-jobs the girls gave her and now she instantly became hard. She also increased her effort to provide a good blowjob. When this had been going on for a while Jocelyn grabbed Denise's cock and began stroking it. She timed it perfectly and when Tony shot his load down Denise's throat Denise shot her load on the floor. After swallowing as much of Tony's cum as she could, Denise was forced to lick up the rest, just as she was forced to lick up the leftovers from her own orgasm.

Over the next weeks Denise found out that she loved giving head. Lying at night in her pink sissy cocoon, listening to her conditioning, she found herself thinking more and more about Tony. She loved sucking his big, black cock, but more than that she was getting a definite crush on him. She would blush whenever he looked at her and when he passed by she tried to steal glances in his direction.

Denise was shedding the Dennis persona completely. The hormones were a big factor. She was growing tits. They weren't big, but rather small, girlish bumps with hypersensitive nipples. Her body was changing in other ways. Her hips and ass were getting an extra layer of fat, becoming more round and invitingly feminine. Her voice was still Dennis' annoyingly thin pre-teen voice, but the twins and Aunt Rachel (whom Denise now thought of as Mistress Joanna, Mistress Jocelyn and Mistress Rachel) had promised that something would be done about that once she started sissy-school. In the meantime she was ordered to shut up unless given a direct order to speak.

The twins also rubbed her with a special cream regularly. It made her skin softer and more feminine. They had also started Denise on corset training. She was hung by her wrists and put into a pink leather corset extending from her hips to just below her budding breasts. It had steel inserts and constricted her waist something awful. It was only removed once a day when she had her bath; she even slept with it on.

Her Adams apple was another matter, which her mistresses had promised would be taken care of. Until that happened, Denise always wore a pretty, pink leather collar.

Once they had made sure that Denise was a willing participant in her own transformation, the twins stepped up the training a notch. Denise was turning into even more of a horny a super-feminine slut than they had dared hope for, and her stay at the school hadn't even started yet! In the meantime Denise was tied up less, although she was never left completely untied. It was doubtful if she would have wanted it. She seemed to enjoy bondage a great deal: the tighter, the better. All the mistresses used this in her sex training. She shared the bed of the twins as well as Rachel and Tony's bed. Being fucked up the ass while licking pussy, while she at the same time was tied up tightly was rapidly turning into one of her favorite activities.

One of the reasons for Denise's rapid transformation was surely that here was finally something she was good at, even if it was just being a filthy, useless sissy-slut. Making people cum made Denise feel good, but surprisingly, at least to herself, it also felt good to be humiliated and punished. Not the pain, more the feeling of being dominated, of having relinquished control.

Susanna was also well on her way to becoming the slave-maid Rachel wanted. Her transformation had been far more painful as she had fought Rachel every step of the way, but now Rachel had almost broken her completely. Susanna was in constant need of punishment to keep her in line, but what was breaking her was another need she had. Susanna had, just as Rachel intended, become a complete nymphomaniac. Denial of orgasm was the most powerful way to keep her in her proper place and Rachel had just begun to wield that weapon as it should be.

And so it was that Rachel and the twins decided it was time for little family get-together. Susanna and Denise were brought together in the same room for the first time in weeks and left alone. Denise was dressed only in her pink stiletto ankle boots with six-inch heels, her pink corset and her pink collar. Her blonde hair was held in pretty pigtails, tied using pink silk ribbons. Denise's hands were tied behind her back in a pink leather armbinder. Her crotch was left uncovered and her cock stood almost erect, as if unsure of what to do. She was ungagged and stood looking insecurely at her mother. Susanna was tied and dressed in the exact same way, though her outfit was white instead of pink and her hair wasn't in pigtails. She also stood looking a little insecurely at what had until recently been her son. Susanna was unsure what Dennis had become, but he certainly wasn't a boy anymore. Had it not been for the half erect cock, Susanna would have been sure that he was a girl. A girl, who for all the overdone little girl's stuff and the excessive use of pink, was actually quite sexy. Reluctantly Susanna admitted to herself that "Denise" was turning her on. Denise for her part thought that her mom looked very sexy, but although she had now had sex with both her aunt and her sisters and was rapidly becoming a little nymphomaniac slut, she still had inhibitions about having sex with her own mother. It was wrong and unnatural!

Neither knew what to say to each other and for a long time they just stood looking at each other. Finally Susanna broke the silence: "Mistress Rachel says that you are going along with your...feminization, voluntarily. That you like being turned into a sissy-girl. That you like being a slave." Denise hesitated a little, then answered: "Its true, mom. I like being held captive, being tied up and forced to perform sex with others and I love what Mistress Joanna and Mistress Jocelyn are doing to me. They say that I'm becoming a sexy little bitch!" she finished proudly. Susanna replied with disgust: "That's sick! Twisted and perverted! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Denise was taken aback by the attack and began to cry. Sniveling she tried to explain and apologize, but Susanna would have none of it. Part of the reason for her attack had been an effort to fight of her own attraction to this "girl". Denise broke down completely and cried inconsolably and after a while Susanna began to feel sorry for her. After all she was just a slave like herself and she had no influence over what happened to her. Furthermore Denise was just a teenager and not as mentally strong as an adult. How could she be expected to withstand the pressure of Rachel and the evil twins? To comfort her Susanna stood close to her and tried to kiss her hair while she tried to talk gently to the crying sissy. At first Denise drew away but eventually she accepted the consolation and cried on her mothers shoulder.

As they stood there so close that their bodies touched, Susanna's desire for Denise returned. She tried to fight it but she was still terribly attracted to her. As a means to comfort her Susanna kissed her gently, first on the hair and then on the cheek. When Susanna kissed her on the cheek Denise recoiled for a moment to see if the kiss really was what it felt like. Susanna reassured her gently: "Easy girl. I was just trying to comfort you. It was just a little kiss." Denise sniffled her last tears away and slowly laid her head back on Susanna's shoulder. Before she rested her head she gently kissed Susanna on the cheek too. They stood like that for a while until Susanna kissed Denise again. This time Denise lifted her head and brought her face close to Susanna's. Here Susanna hesitantly kissed Denise cautiously on the lips. It was a short, little kiss and when she withdrew Denise looked at with large, round eyes. "I know," Susanna whispered, "its wrong and we shouldn't. But I couldn't help it. I had to see what it felt like. I..." She stammered to a halt. After a very tense silence Denise asked in the tiniest of voices: "What did it feel like? Did it feel good?" She looked at her mother with large eyes. Susanna could hardly control herself as she replied: "It was very nice. Like this." She leaned forward and kissed Denise again, this time a little longer. Both withdrew very slowly this time. Denise's eyes were half-closed and she had obviously enjoyed it. In a dreamy little voice she said: "We shouldn't be doing this. Its not right." Susanna said the same thing and a few moments later they were kissing again, this time with their mouths open. It went like that for while. First the feeble attempts to stop, then a new round of kissing. With each cycle the kissing became stronger until they were kissing each other passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Susanna was almost dripping with excitement and she could feel Denise's rock hard erection against her abdomen. "Please Denise. I can't stop now. I know its wrong, but I have to have you." Susanna pleaded. Denise was so excited she could hardly find the voice to reply: "I know its wrong too, but I'm so horny. Please. Can we? Please?" Their excitement settled it. Denise had never had any other sex than hand sex and her aim was terrible. Luckily the slaves were the same height, so Denise just had to bend her knees a little to get her dick at the correct level. After many misses and with Susanna almost crying with frustration they finally succeeded. For the first time in her life Denise had sex with a woman. The penetration was pure heaven and she absolutely loved the soft warm feeling of being inside a woman. Denise whimpered with pure delight. For her part Susanna was in ecstasy. It was every bit as good as she had expected, she writhed with pleasure, moaning loudly. It was difficult having sex tottering on high heels with no hands to help them, but they didn't seem to notice this. Denise thrust her hips in little jerking movements, which Susanna tried to milk for all they were worth. And apparently she succeeded because she managed to cum twice before Denise came. Moments after Denise started spurting her cum Susanna came for the third time and screaming out their orgasm they collapsed together on the floor as Denise's legs buckled under her. They lay close together on the floor in a sweaty heap, trying to cuddle up to each other's bodies. After a short silence Denise cautiously said: "I'm sorry, Mom, but I couldn't help it. I was so horny and..." Susanna interrupted her: "No, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself either." Both fell silent at this and after a few minutes Susanna asked Denise: "But it was nice wasn't it?" Denise babbled her agreement: "Oh yes! It was super-nice. I loved.." Susanna broke her off by once again kissing her passionately. Denise reacted promptly and kissed her back. They lay on the floor like that for a while until suddenly they were rudely pulled back to the real world when they were both kicked in the back. The twins did the kicking and Jocelyn scolded the slaves: "Having a family moment without us? How dare you?" We'll not be left outside such fun and games." The twin looked great as always wearing nothing but black, six-inch stilettos and sporting truly enormous double-ended dildos from their pussies. Joanna grabbed Denise by the neck and said: "Clean up your filthy cum, you useless whore!" Denise actually needed very little prompting, as she rather liked cum, even if it was spilled on the cold cement floor. Meanwhile Jocelyn got Susanna to clean up her part of the mess. By that she meant the cum still sticking to Denise's cock. Susanna likewise needed little pressure to perform the task required of her. While Denise was still licking jism off the floor Susanna lay down on her back and scooted in under Denise and began sucking her cock. Denise almost screamed with pleasure as her mom's tongue caressed her cock.

When the twins separated them they were ready to go at it again, their eyes glazed over with lust. This was good because it was exactly what the twins had in mind. They of course wanted part of the action so first they each used their respective dildos to penetrate the ass of a slave. Jocelyn butt-fucked Denise and Joanna butt-fucked Susanna. Then, lying on their side, they guided Denise's cock into Susanna's cunt. The result was an explosion of ecstasy. Everybody loved this combination and when Denise finally came, the others had already cum several times. Denise screamed as she had the best orgasm of her life. After cleaning the floor and the twin's pussies, the slaves were allowed to kiss each other goodnight before being led of the bed.

As she lay in bed that night tied up tightly with the sound of her nightly conditioning tapes filling her ears, Denise was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. On one hand there was no doubt that what they had done was wrong, but on the other hand there was also little doubt that right and wrong with regards to sex, was going to play an ever decreasing part in her life. It was not as if she had very much control over it. It could easily be argued that both she and her mother had very little control over their actions, even when they were alone. Both were being pumped full of chemicals designed to enhance their libido and every minute of their training was designed to turn them into hopeless little sexpots. On the other hand it was also clear that they had had a choice. No one had forced them, at least not the first time they had had sex, and they could have chosen not to. But the urge had been overwhelming. Neither had been able to resist. And it had been good. It had been fantastic. The feeling of a soft warm pussy surrounding her cock had been so fantastic that Denise's mind kept returning to it. She fell asleep thinking about the unstoppable sensation of her orgasm approaching.

Susanne was thinking about it too and she was conflicted too. But then she also had Rachel to remind her. Ever since she had come back with that little post-orgasmic smile on her face, Rachel had been all over her assisted by Tony. "How does it feel to be an incestuous little nymphomaniac slave bitch?" she ridiculed Susanna. "Was fucking that useless little sissy son of yours good? Did it make you feel like a better mother?" Rachel went on and on and Susanna eventually replied angrily, which of course led to a furious punishment session for talking back too her mistress. The punishment session of course included plenty of taunting about her intercourse with Denise.

Rachel for her part was delighted. She had found the final lever with which to crack Susanna's shell. She could see it already. In just a few days Susanna would break under the pressure and when she had broken completely, Rachel could build her up again; mould her into the slave-bitch she wanted Susanna to be. And the timing could hardly be more perfect. In just a few days Denise was going off to sissy-school. Of course the term "school" was a little rich for a place that turned out extremely well trained sex slaves, but what the hell? When you paid good money for something, where was the harm in using a better word for it? After all she would be footing the bill.

Of course the slaves had had no chance. They were both so full of chemicals that they would have fucked anyone and anything thrown into that room. Calling it incest implied that at least one of the parties had free will in the matter and that was certainly not the case here. The game was rigged, the dice was loaded and neither slave had had a chance, nor would they ever get one. People like Rachel would always be around to make sure that slaves like Susanna and Denise were exposed to the most painful and humiliating treatment possible. And what could possibly be more humiliating to a mother than sleeping with her own son – against her will? It was perfect!

Returning her attention to Susanna, Rachel thought that the breaking would be much more complete if she could get the two slave bitches to have sex once more. That would really put Susanna in a position were she would break down completely.

The twins agreed and set up another private session between mother and "daughter". Denise was showing so few male traits now that it was difficult to thing of her as "Dennis" anymore. Rachel thought that if they could get Susanna to make the first move it would be best. That way she would be unable to deny in any way that she was the incestuous nymphomaniac bitch that Rachel claimed she was.

So Susanna was left practically unbound. She wore only her collar and a pair of black, six-inch stilettos with locking ankle straps. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, but the chain between her hands was comparatively long, about two feet. She was pushed in to one of the smaller dungeon-like rooms. It was no more than ten by ten feet and one half of the room was occupied by a large, filthy old mattress. Denise was waiting inside. Unlike Susanna she was bound. Her arms were held, underarm to underarm, in a pink leather pouch in the small of her back. She had her pink leather collar on and on her feet were white ankle socks with lace trimmings along the edge and pink stiletto shoe with ankle straps. The straps were locked by little heart-shaped padlocks. Her hair was left hanging loosely down over her shoulders and Susanna thought she looked devastatingly sexy. If it weren't for the fact that it made her look damn cute, Susanna would have thought the whole pink thing a little much, but as it was it underlined the combination of innocence and sex that she exuded. It was quite unnerving for Susanna.

Denise had clearly also been thinking about their previous sexual encounter because her face betrayed a whole range of conflicting emotions when Susanna was pushed into the cell. Part of her clearly wanted to kiss Susanna and part of her clearly felt guilty about the whole thing. As it was she stood with an insecure little smile on her face waiting for Susanna to take the lead. The cell was too small for them to stand very far apart and so they stood almost touching when Susanna tried to start a conversation. It was a feeble attempt to avoid an uncomfortable silence and soon it resulted in just that. Every time she was about to take up some topic, she would see the begging in Denise's eyes: the girl wanted to be held, not talked to. To make some of the awkwardness go away Susanna gently laid her hand on Denise's arm. The touch was clearly what she had hoped for. She sighed with relief and smiled at Susanna. The smile was murder on Susanna. It made her desire flare up, filling her with lust that wasn't supposed to be there. "We mustn't do this Denise, " she said. "I know Mom," she replied, "Its just that...Its just that it was so nice." She tried to hold back, but she couldn't and the words spilled out of her: "I can't help it Mom. I know its wrong but I keep dreaming about making love to you. I get hard just thinking about it..." Susanna could help herself no more. She had been fighting off the desire for a long time now, her juices were flowing like mad, and she had definitely noticed Denise's erection. Now she interrupted Denise by grabbing her head and kissing her with wild passion. Denise responded in kind and after a few minutes of frantic kissing Susanna pushed Denise down of the filthy mattress. She joined her, kissing and caressing her as Denise moaned and writhed helplessly. As Susanna grabbed Denise's member to guide it in to her sopping wet pussy, she was seized by sudden anger. This wasn't right! And with no one else around she took her anger out on Denise. As she rode Denise with brutal intensity, she screamed insults at her and slapped her face again and again. As she came, she looped the chain between her handcuffs around Denise's neck and began choking her. Denise had been just about to cum when this happened and it turned out to be just another fantastic turn-on. She had loved the brutal fucking and the furious name-calling and the feeling of choking as she was about to cum just added to the ecstasy. She came wordlessly, red in the face, with her tongue hanging out as the world turned black. It was a truly amazing orgasm, the sensation only heightened by the fear of death from choking.

Tony had been standing by to intervene on Denise's behalf, but it turned out to be unnecessary as Susanna loosened to chain as Denise lost consciousness and she herself came like a cannon. The episode seemed to defuse the whole situation and after Denise, coughing and fighting for breath, regained consciousness, the slaves lay close, cuddling with Susanna crying quietly. Denise tried to console her mother but at first she succeeded only in making her cry harder. Denise then began crying in sympathy. After a while they were both down to sniffles and began kissing each other softly. It soon became clear that they had given up. Neither had the strength to fight their overwhelming lust and instead they seemed to accept it. The kissing turned into caressing, which turned into lovemaking.

In the room where Rachel had the monitors for the surveillance cameras mounted all over the house there was jubilation. Their plan had succeeded. Rachel had gotten the last bit leverage to break Susanna completely and the twins were one step closer to turning Denise into a completely docile fucktoy. All things considered not a bad days work.

In the small basement room the lovemaking continued. Neither the twins, Rachel nor Tony saw any reason to interrupt them since every caress, every kiss and every drop of cum spilled would push the slaves further in the direction they wanted them. So while Rachel and Tony went to their room to blow off some sexual steam, the twins went to see Helen Robinson. They needed someone one to lick their pussies and whom they could torture a little. Joanna thought it might be a good idea to step up her training a little. Making her eat shit and drink piss sounded like a fabulous idea to them both.

When the twins returned in the early hours of the morning, both slaves were utterly spent. Denise hardly noticed it when she was wrapped up in her pink cocoon and strapped in. The twins, on the other hand, were in a brilliant mood. Their session with Miss Robinson had been most successful. After an unusually long and brutal torture session, they had reduced Helen to a completely incoherent shit-eating bitch. It had been most satisfactory, taking her down a notch more.

Susanna also collapsed as she was thrown into the tiny cage that was now her home. Spent and satisfied, she was also wracked with guilt over what had happened. More and more she was coming to the conclusion that Rachel was right: she was a complete slut, a raving nymphomaniac. Maybe it was only right to submit to Rachel, who it seemed had been right all along. Mistress Rachel would take care of her. It was better if Mistress Rachel was in control, because it definitely wasn't a good idea if she herself was. She had just proven what a stupid, horny slut she was, how utterly low she was. She was better off admitting that she was a slave.

Chapter 3

There was no more time for Denise and Susanna to get over their chemically induced bout of incestuous activity as Denise was being sent to school. This was of course part of the plan. Slaves should always feel guilty about something and once their slave training was over, neither would be able to make an independent decision ever again. When their training was over all it would take for them to get it on, would be an order.

The school, "The Kaltenbrunner Academy", had sent out a questionnaire about the future pupils. First the Mistresses and Masters were to supply the school with the exact measurements of the sissies. The same questionnaire asked about what special requests there were regarding the training of the sissies; about what special skills or bodily proportions the sissy in question should have after "graduating". When it was time to start school Mistress Rachel received Denise's uniform for the first day of school. Except calling it a uniform was a bit rich. It consisted of a pair of black stilettos, with seven-inch heels and locking ankle straps, a penis gag, a black, leather blindfold and a collection of straps making up a harness. Denise's hands were placed in mittens squeezing her hand into a cone-like shape. At the end of the cone was a D-ring and this was attached to the broad, black collar she had been equipped with, so that she now held her hands to her neck. Around her arms at the elbows were straps, again with D-rings on. From the collar, front and back, hung a strap going all the way to her groin. Other straps went around her body horizontally, thus holding the two long vertical straps close to her body. Her arms were secured to one of the horizontal straps using the D-ring, so that she now held her arms close to her body. The vertical strap running down her front broadened somewhat at her crotch. The twins took great delight in tucking Denise's genitals back between her legs before connecting the two straps and tightening them for all they were worth. The pressure on Denise's genitals made her scream in pain, which of course only added to the enjoyment of the girls. Finally Denise was blindfolded and gagged and leashed before being led out to the limousine taking them to the school. In the limousine Denise's legs were strapped together before she was made to kneel on the floor. She sat here during the whole ride, which took all day, occasionally being allowed to rest her head on Mistress Rachel's thigh.

Although Denise couldn't see it, it was evening before they arrived at the academy. As she was stood up, her legs were released and she was walked into the school, she could hear the sound of mistresses and masters talking and the sound of many pairs of high heels on the stone floor of the building they had entered. It seemed that everybody was socializing a little before the sissies were properly inducted into the school and she heard many comments about herself and felt more than one pair of hands exploring her body, tweaking her small nipples, fondling her budding breasts and slapping her ass.

She was desperately nervous and had no idea what was going to happen. Neither the twins nor Aunt Rachel had said anything about what was about to happen other than she was going to school. They hadn't mentioned for how long she would be going to school, what she was going to learn or what was expected of her.

Her wait ended as she heard a woman's voice calling out: "Please everyone. Could I have your attention?" As the crowd fell silent, the voice continued: "Thank you. Thank you ladies and gentlemen for choosing The Kaltenbrunner Academy for training your sissies. We will do our very best to live up the tradition of excellence that is The Kaltenbrunner Academy." Polite clapping was heard from the crowd before the voice continued: "I am the headmistress. My name if Mistress Regina von Kaltenbrunner and I am the great granddaughter of the founder of this academy: Herbert von Kaltenbrunner. We have come a long way in the 130 years this academy has existed. When my great grandfather founded the academy in 1874 he had only corsets, crude surgery and severe punishments to turn useless little sissy-shits, like the ones you have brought here today, into perfect little slave-sissies. Corsets and severe punishments are still a vital part of our curriculum, but the surgery is no longer crude and we now have a host of other modern techniques for perfecting your sissies. We are supremely confident that you will be pleased with the result." The clapping was louder this time and lasted a little longer before the Headmistress continued: "Before we have dinner as promised it is time for the worthless sissy-sluts to start. So if you would be so kind as to remove their blindfolds and say whatever goodbyes are needed. Our second-year girls will then collect your sissies and get them started. For those of you who asked; the medical examination is not until tomorrow. But I can assure you that it will be handled by the very best. We have once again employed the services of the renowned Dr. Jacobsen, whose reputation I am sure you are all familiar with."" Appreciative murmurs were heard from the crow right before Denise's blindfold was removed.

She was in a large hall. The floor was black and white marble in a chessboard pattern. The walls, ceiling and the pillars that held up the ceiling were bare stone, creating a very austere and dungeon-like atmosphere. Around her about what looked to be nineteen sissies and their mistresses and masters stood. The Headmistress stood against one wall on a stone dais. She was an extremely severe looking woman who looked to be about forty years old. Her hair was a graying shade of black and was pulled into a tight bun. Adding to her already very severe looks were her glasses, which were horn-rimmed with pointy edges, fifties style. She wore a very tight-fitting business suit made from thick, dark blue leather. The suit accentuated her very shapely body and from below the hem of her skirt, which ended just above the knee, a pair of very shapely legs ran down to her shoes, a pair of dark blue Oxfords with a seven-inch heel made from extremely thin, shiny metal. Under her suit she wore a high-collar white shirt, a large broche with a shiny black stone in the center holding the collar together. On her hands were fine black leather gloves that didn't even reach her wrists. She held a riding crop in her right hand, occasionally striking the palm of her left. She looked like the kind of woman one had better obey, or else. Denise felt a pang of fear mixed with lust course through her body.

As she stood almost transfixed by the Headmistress, a second year sissy came to collect her. Seeing her made Denise feel completely useless and inadequate. She looked Asian, maybe Chinese and she was stunning. Her hair piled high on the head; perfectly coiffed and her skin looked completely smooth and clean. She had clear, dark eyes and her lips were full and invitingly red. She wore a pair of white Oxfords with seven-inch stilettos and her ankles were in steel cuffs, connected by a ten-inch chain. Her waist was compressed by a corset extending from just above her hips to just below her absolutely perfect breasts, which looked to be about size 36DD. It looked like her waist was no more than fifteen inches. She wore a chastity device, and although Denise couldn't really see it she would eventually get acquainted with the type: it consisted of a metal tube into which the cock was inserted. The head of the sissy's cock stuck out of one end, but was further restrained by two small and sharp edged metal bands crossing the head of the cock. At the end of the tube nearest the base of the cock a steel wire was welded to the tube and this wire connected to a cage holding the balls. The cage was a wire-mesh squeezing the scrotum painfully and a lock behind the scrotum pulling the wire-mesh together secured it. There was no way the sissy could get it off without the key. To the tip of her chastity device a wire was fixed and this was pulled between Suzy's legs and secured to the back of her corset, thus providing her with a smooth crotch. Around her neck was a broad, white leather collar from which a nametag hung. It read: "Suzy". Her hands were left free. As she came up to Mistress Rachel and Master Tony she knelt down, managing to do so very elegantly in spite of the chain, and kissed their shoes. After she had kissed their shoes she remained kneeling before them, waiting for their permission to rise. Rachel and Tony exchanged an approving glance before Rachel commanded her to rise. Denise was by now both envious and intimidated. Surely they didn't expect her to be able to perform so perfectly and to look so beautiful? But they certainly did: "Now, you silly bitch, I expect you to become the most perfect little slave-sissy. The Headmistress will report all transgressions back the owners and once you are finished with the first year and all the punishments the she has subjected you to, you'll get punished by us once you come home for the summer." Rachel finished her little speech by lifting up Denise's chin and looking her sternly in the eyes. Master Tony said goodbye by leaning in close and kissing Denise's chin gently and slowly. As Denise enjoyed this, he grabbed her sensitive nipples and twisted them viciously. Denise cried out with pain, but it turned no heads among the people gathered in the hall. Most were doing similar things to their sissies. A nod from Mistress Rachel to Suzy, the sissy-slave, ended the goodbye and Suzy took Denise's leash and led her out of the hall, joining the other sissies going the same way.

As the mistresses and master were escorted to a small banquet, the sissies were also given something to eat. They were led into a corridor and down a long winding staircase. It was very difficult walking down unfamiliar staircases in high heels, tied up and dragged along but they had no choice. Once in the basement they were led into a strange sort of dining room. They were lined up with a handler each waiting their turn. When it was their turn they were made to kneel in front of a large dildo protruding from the wall. Their gag was removed and as their mouth was pushed onto the dildo they were admonished not to spill. No one dared, as overseeing the operation was a most severe looking mistress. She was dressed just like the Headmistress; it seemed to be the uniform of the teachers. But whereas the Headmistress had been a been a tall, slim woman of about six feet when standing flatfooted, this one was huge in every way. Even without the seven-inch heels of her Oxfords she must have been at least 6'8" and she towered over everyone around her. And she was large in other ways as well, muscular going on outright fat. She had hair so blonde it was almost white and set in a Princess Leia-like haircut. On other people one might have thought it cute or funny, but here it underlined the severity of the mistress. She had a nametag on her left breast and it said " Elke Hoffmeyer". It sat right above what Denise surmised was the school crest. The crest was two crossed riding crops. In the four fields created by the crossed riding crops were the following items: a bullwhip, a pair of handcuffs, a corset and a pair of high-heeled shoes. As her head was pushed on to the feeding dildo and she strained to swallow everything the dildo spewed into her mouth, Denise began to think that coming here might not be the great and exiting adventure she had imagined it would be. As she was stood up after the feeding, re-gagged and put to wait together with her handler, she could see the other sissies casting nervous glances at Mistress Hoffmeyer. Their faces also betrayed misgivings about the whole thing. But it was too late now. Denise could see no way out of this.

When the feeding was done they were all escorted to a room, which looked like to morgues you see on TV. It was covered in white tile and brightly lit. Taking up the back wall were little stainless steel doors. There were three tiers of doors and in each tier were eight doors and on each door was a nametag. Denise found her name on the second tier, third door from the right. On the left wall was coat rack also equipped with nametags. On the coat rack hung what looked like small leather sleeping bags. Denise could see that she wasn't the only one wondering what was going to happen. Her thoughts were interrupted by Mistress Hoffmeyer who had just closed the door behind them: "Listen up, you worthless little sissy shits! This will be your sleeping quarters at school for the next two years." Her voices boomed across the room and Denise noticed that even her handler Suzy cringed at the sound of her voice as she went on: "You are the most disgusting little sluts I have ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on, but I promise you that once we are through with you, you will at least be well trained and behaved if not exactly valuable. You must understand that you are the lowest creatures on the planet and that everyone is better than you." Having delivered what was obviously a standard speech to scare the new sissies, she seemed to relax a little. The speech had obviously worked. Denise could see that she wasn't the only one who had been scared badly by the speech. A small black sissy, who looked absolutely adorable with huge, round eyes and very fine features all around, was actually crying.

Mistress Hoffmeyer issued an order: "Sluts: get the useless newcomers tucked in. They are seeing the doctor tomorrow, so they'll need all the rest they can get." She chuckled a little as she said this. Denise's handler got busy preparing her for the night. First she positioned Denise as close to her door as she could. Then she strapped Denise's legs together at the knees and ankles. From the wall she got Denise's sleeping bag, for that was indeed what it was. It was a bag made from thick, black leather and it encased Denise from her ankles to just below her chin. First it was zipped up the front and then it was tightened with a mass of straps and buckles on the front. Once Denise was wrapped up Suzy opened the door and slid out the shelf Denise would be lying on out. The space in the locker was even smaller than Denise had imagined. If she would be able to move around once the door was closed, which Denise very much doubted, there wouldn't even be room enough for her to raise her head. Denise saw that the pretty black sissy she had seen crying was now crying almost hysterically. Returning her attention to what was about to happen to her, Denise saw that on the shelf Suzy had pulled out lay a helmet of sorts. From the helmet went a thick bunch of wires going underneath the shelf to an electronics box of some kind. Suzy got Denise, who was in no position to help, up on the shelf by using a small crane-like arrangement hanging from the ceiling. Using this she positioned Denise on the shelf with her feet pointing into the locker. Before removing Denise's gag so that she could get the helmet on, Suzy looked Denise in the eye and laid her finger across her lips, signaling that talking would be a bad idea. Denise nodded and kept quiet as her gag was removed. Just before her helmet went on she heard someone else speaking. It seemed to be the frightened sissy who had cried before: "Please don't put me in there. Please..." Her words became screams as Mistress Hoffmeyer descended on her and began whipping her: "You useless whore! Worthless little slut! How dare you speak without permission?" She abused the little sissy verbally as she whipped her bound form mercilessly. The sleeping bag may have softened the blow a great deal, but Mistress Hoffmeyer compensated by really leaning in to the blows. When the helmet was pulled over Denise's eyes and the world went dark and the sounds softened, she could still hear the blows falling. The helmet fit her head very snugly and Suzy had to force it on. When it was on Denise's mouth was uncovered, but that was fixed by the built-in gag, which was fixed to a flap hanging down the side. It filled her mouth completely and just for good measure it was pumped up until Denise thought that her jaw would be ripped off. Finally a strap going under her chin held the helmet in place, more in way of redundancy than necessity. The finishing touch was straps securing her to the shelf. A strap even held her head down and Denise was now unable to move on her own as she felt the shelf sliding her into her tomb-like locker and she felt the steel door slamming shut.

As the door shut the helmet started up. It was a more advanced version of earphones Denise had worn at home and soon she heard voices admonishing her to be a good little sissy-slave, voices instructing her that she was the lowest scum in the world, voices informing her of her uselessness as a slave. The words were occasionally accompanied by blurry and swirling images inside the helmet and soon Denise was completely mesmerizes by the display. She fell asleep listening to the voices, feeling the need to prove that she was indeed a good little slave.

Denise was awoken the next morning by loud noises and blinking white light. After a minute she remembered where she was, but her heart was still pounding from the shock as she felt the shelf sliding out and her hood was removed. Suzy was once again looking down on her and this time she immediately gave Denise her breakfast, a tube full of some foul tasting glop, which was squeezed into her mouth so quickly that she was out of breath once she had been fed. As soon as she had swallowed the last bite, Suzy gagged her before lifting her off the shelf and onto the floor. Here she removed the sleeping bag and Denise shivered as the cold air once again touched her skin. She felt dazed and confused as if she was still dreaming. Although she was not bright enough to realize it, Denise was feeling the aftershock from the brainwashing session she had been subjected to during the night. To Mistress Hoffmeyer, who once again oversaw the newly arrived sissies, this was always an amusing sight seeing the little bimbos stumbling around in a daze. They would be put through the brainwashing sessions every night during their two-year stay in the school, but she had yet to have bimbo who was able to put two and two together and figure out what really happened to them during the night. Their confused state in the mornings made them write the whole thing off as a bad dream and by the time they got their tiny wits about them, they had forgot about the whole thing. As for the sissies who helped them in the morning, and who were of course put through the same treatment, they invariably thought that the daze and confusion they saw in the sissies they woke up was because they were less experienced and therefore more affected by the confinement of the tiny cells.

Now it was time to get the new students to the doctor. Their handlers led them to a waiting room and left them alone. A few minutes after they had been deposited in the room a man wearing doctor's whites stuck his head out of a door at the other end of the room. He called out a name: "Cindy!" It turned out to be the small black sissy who had cried yesterday. She still looked dazed and confused as she responded and went through the door. A long time went by before Cindy joined them and when she did join them, she was completely dissolved in tears and emitting a stream of small screams behind her gag. She looked at the doctor pushing her back into the room with absolute terror. He, however, paid no notice and called out the next name. Cindy's attire had changed a little. She still wore the same shoes and her hands were still in the same mittens, which were secured to her collar, but her harness had been removed. Instead both her cock and her balls had been put into an impossibly small, black rubber pouch, which now sat in her groin and looked like a small, black baseball about to burst. Protruding from Cindy's ass the hilt of a very large butt-plug could be seen. A small trickle of a whitish liquid mixed with blood ran down the inside of her right leg.

The waiting room was not very big and the sissies practically rubbed against each other's bodies as they stood waiting, but still they all kept a distance to Cindy, who only very slowly seemed to calm down a little. Denise thought that it was probably because Cindy was a little high-strung that she reacted the way that she did. That is until the next unfortunate sissy was pushed back into the room in exactly the same state. This sissy was a brunette with delicate white skin and she too was crying hysterically and shying away from the doctor. She had also had a change of clothes and was bleeding from the ass.

So when the doctor called out the next name there was some hesitation. No one wanted too come forward considering what had happened to the ones who had gone before. The doctor waited for a small beat and then said: "If Yvonne doesn't step forward this instant I will not only make sure that you are all punished for this, I will also insure that Yvonne will suffer like no other once she does come forward." That decided it. The sissies knew that they couldn't possibly win and rather than face even more severe punishment, Yvonne stepped forward. She was a fragile looking girly-boy, not quite as sissified as the others, with platinum blonde hair and very large frightened blue eyes.

When Yvonne returned she was just as devastated as the other two had been and the mood in the room took one step closer to hysteria. When it was finally Denise's turn she was one of out of the three in the room who were not crying, and there were twenty sissies in the room. As Denise walked through the door she saw that is was very thick and probably soundproof, which explained why she hadn't heard any screams. The doctor had a nametag reading "Dr. Jacobsen" and in the room were also two nurses, if you could call them that. They looked a lot like slaves and Denise thought that they probably were, considering their frightened looks whenever the doctor looked in their direction or spoke to them. They both wore tiny nurse's uniforms made from tight, white rubber and they both wore the highest platform shoe Denise had ever seen. But what really, and literally, stuck out about the nurses were their tits. Their tits were enormous, at least size 96 DD. Denise had never seen tits like that before, but she didn't have much time to think about it as Dr. Jacobsen began undressing her. He removed only her harness before pushing her into a gynecologist's chair, strapping her legs into the stirrups. Denise was briefly relieved as her genitals were let free for the first time in twenty-four hours. The relief was short-lived as the doctor strapped her upper body to the chair and began his examination. First he removed her gag and examined her mouth, dictating his findings to one of the nurses. Then he subjected her to an eye- and then an ear-examination. From there he moved down her body, feeling and probing her rather roughly. Then it began to get painful. The doctor took two large syringes and injected their content into Denise's tits. The injection was painful in itself, but afterwards her tits began to feel hypersensitive and they also felt like they were swelling noticeably. While Denise concentrated on the pain in her tits, the doctor had donned rubber gloves and he now administered a number of extremely painful enemas to Denise. The enemas Denise had received at home had been unpleasant, but these were pure torture. Denise could see her stomach distending and still the doctor kept pumping. Her screams only seemed to entice him further. After the fifth enema Denise didn't think she could take anymore, but of course the doctor had no plans of letting her off easy. He lubed up his rubber gloves and began examining her ass. Only the "examination" bit seemed like an excuse to fist her. Because fisting her is exactly what he did. In seconds he had most of his underarm up her ass and Denise could see the hand moving around inside her. Denise's hysterical screaming only egged him on and he signaled to one of the nurses who quickly dropped to her knees in front of him, took out his erect member and began blowing him. He kept up the fisting until he came, and it took a long time before he did. After all it was late in the day and there had been seventeen other sissies strapped into the same chair before her, so Denise could hardly hope for the doctor to cum quickly. Denise was on the verge of collapse when the doctor finally came and withdrew his hand not long after. Denise now fully understood why the others had been so hysterical. Another minute with the doctor would surely drive her mad with fear and pain. He wasn't finished with that part of her anatomy, as he pushed a huge butt plug up her ass.

And the doctor wasn't through with her yet. She realized this as he approached holding two more syringes. They were somewhat smaller than the jumbo shots she had received in her tits were, but they were enough to make Denise cry hysterically. There proved to be plenty to fear as Dr. Jacobsen began fondling her balls. While he did this one of the nurses put a piece of plastic over Denise's chest. As soon as the plastic was in place the doctor took one syringe and injected its contents into Denise's right testicle. He inserted the needle exquisite slowness to make sure that he caused the maximum amount of pain possible. Denise's crotch exploded with the worst pain she had ever experienced. Her scream stuck in her throat, the pain was so bad and after a short while she threw up from it, thus explaining the need for plastic on her chest. As he took her left testicle and the second syringe, she broke down in a fit of hysterical crying. It of course did nothing to help her as the evil doctor stuck the syringe in he other testicle and the process repeated itself. Afterwards Denise lay completely limp as he took her cock and bruised testicles and sealed them inside an impossibly small rubber pouch, squeezing them intolerably. After that he released her and stood her up. He stood very close to her and seizing her imprisoned genitals in his right hand he looked straight into the eyes of the terrified sissy and said: "I'll see you again tomorrow." He punctuated the words by squeezing her genitals hard, sending Denise into a bout of hysterical crying just as it had with the others. The examination was over and as he pushed the terrified sissy out into the waiting room with the others Denise looked just as hysterical as Cindy had had after her examination.

When the last sissy had been examined Mistress Hoffmeyer opened the other door to the waiting room and yelled: "Get moving you useless shits! You worthless sluts are going to be tucked in and you had better get a move before I send you back to the doctor for an extra check-up." As expected this got the girls moving in a hurry. With Mistress Hoffmeyer leading the way they were marched back to their lockers. A number of second-year girls stood ready and soon Denise was sealed inside her helmet and sleeping bag. The brainwashing program brought a pleasant numbness to her body as she sunk into sleep.

The next day she was again rudely awoken, but as her helmet was removed she was that she was the only one being taken out of her locker. In answer to her unspoken question the sissy helping her, whom she had never seen before, said: "You are being taken one by one to the doctor." Mention of the doctor brought made Denise start with fear. The other girl saw it and said. "Don't worry. You'll be sedated today as he fixes your voice and removes your Adams apple." Denise calmed down a bit but she still wasn't looking forward to meeting the doctor as she was being led to him. The other sissy had been right. One of the nurses injected something into her arm the minute she stepped into the room and with ten seconds her legs buckled under her and the world went dark as she collapsed into the arms of the nurses.

She was awoken the same way she had been the other days, by loud noises and bright lights inside her helmet. She had been kept unconscious for three days while the most critical healing went on. Now it was time to start school in earnest. She no longer wore a collar, but there was something around her neck. Looking at the others she figured that it was a bandage like the one the others had. As she was released from her sleeping bag she saw that she was now unbound and ungagged. All she wore, besides the bandage, was a pair of Oxfords with seven-inch heels. Mistress Hoffmeyer spoke as the sissies were assembled: "Your Adams apples have been removed and your vocal cords have been operated to give you more feminine voices. This means that for the next two weeks you will be unable to make any sound. Do not try to make noise as you risk damaging your new vocal cords. Its time to start school now, you useless little sluts. Follow me." The twenty sissies followed her out of the basement and into what turned out to be a classroom of sorts. There was a table and a chair for the mistress or master who would be teaching the lesson and in front of this table, arranged in a horseshoe formation were twenty stools for the students. The stools were quite special. They were bolted to the floor and under the seat was a box containing various electronic devices. Protruding from the seats were some very long and very wide metal dildos. Denise swallowed involuntarily as she saw the stools. Mistress Hoffmeyer issued another command. Go to the cupboard on the left and fetch your dildo-poles." After some confusion as too what cupboard Mistress Hoffmeyer was referring to, the poles were found and distributed. The poles were about four feet high, about two inches in diameter and mounted on one end was a large and very lifelike dildo. Each sissy had her own pole and the dildos were clearly not the same. Denise recognized Master Tony's beautiful cock and noted with some satisfaction that only a few others had dildos that were bigger than Master Tony's likeness. The one who clearly had the largest dildo was Cindy. It was absolutely huge and you could see that she recognized its shape. Her face had a secret little smile as she took the pole. "Enough time wasted, useless little sissy-sluts!" Mistress Hoffmeyer shouted, "Find your place and mount the pole in the in front of your stool. Then sit down." Denise quickly found her seat and mounted the pole in its designated hole, but the thought of sitting down on a huge metal dildo that was not lubricated made her stop in her tracks. She noticed that all the others had stopped cold at the prospect of sitting down on the huge dildo mounted in front of them. The hesitation sent Mistress Hoffmeyer into a screaming fit if rage. After listening to Mistress Hoffmeyer for a few seconds Denise decided that she didn't want to be punished and started to ease herself down on the metal shaft mounted on the seat. Except there was no easing it into her ass. It hurt the whole way in and when Denise sat down she was feeling completely full and out of breath, wanting to moan in pain but having no voice with which to do so. When everybody was sitting down Mistress Hoffmeyer instructed them in how to put on the rest of what she referred to as the "teaching kit": First they were to secured their feet in the stocks mounted on the stool. Then a strap from the back of the stool held them down. There was a small metal pouch in which their balls were placed. Once inside the pouch it squeezed shut so that they couldn't get them out unless a signal was given by the mistress or master in charge. The same applied to all their restraints; once they had put them on only the one teaching the class could set them free. The final item was a sheath for their cocks. To put it on properly Mistress Hoffmeyer ordered them to masturbate until hard and then insert their erect member into the sheath, which was the secured by a wire coming from underneath the stool. They now sat locked to their stools, all squirming slightly from the manipulations of the cock-sheath, which pulsated gently, keeping them hard.

"Well I suppose I should say a few words of introduction, since this is your first lesson." Mistress Hoffmeyer said, "Unless you are specifically instructed otherwise this is the were your lessons will be conducted. And unless instructed otherwise this is how I expect to find you at the start of every day, strapped in and ready to go. You will go here every morning after you are released from your nightly bindings and have eaten your breakfast, which you will learn how the eat tomorrow. You are all silent now making it easy, but when your voices return, remember that there is to be no talking unless you are ordered to speak. This means no small talk! Ever!" Denise found this both shocking and disappointing. She had hoped too hear how the others had gotten here. Mistress Hoffmeyer continued: "In this room when you are being punished, and you will be for the slightest error or mistake, it is done like this." She pressed a button and a very painful electric shock was administered from their dildos, testicle pouches and the sheaths holding their members. The twenty sissies all screamed silently, their arms flaying uselessly as the tried to escape the pain. When Mistress Hoffmeyer released the button they all sagged on their stool more than a few crying silently. Mistress Hoffmeyer wasn't finished however: "And when you are to be rewarded it will happen like this." She pushed another button and suddenly the sheath around their cocks came alive, pulsating in an extremely pleasurable fashion. In a matter of minutes it drove Denise over the edge and she came like a cannon, rocking as much as the dildo would allow, holding her head as she silently screamed with pleasure. The sheath had a little opening and her load shot out on the floor. The final words of introduction from Mistress Hoffmeyer were: "Some of you will undoubtedly think of escape during the first few weeks of your stay here. Forget about it. The place is impossible to escape from. If you should try, you will be caught. And believe me when I say that you will then find out that I am a nice lady compared to the Headmistress." Denise shivered as she imagined the cold and severe face of Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner as she had seen it the night she had arrived. She had no trouble believing Mistress Hoffmeyer.

Mistress Hoffmeyer smiled overbearingly at the sissies now all with little post orgasmic smiles on their faces. It was part of her job to give the little bitches as many orgasms as possible, at least ten a day, in their first few months at the school. The strategy behind this seemingly lax attitude was diabolical. Nobody at the academy thought that slaves should be allowed to cum frivolously and certainly not without their owner's approval. In fact keeping a slave in a chastity device was in many ways the best option for controlling a slave while punishing him or her. But the key word in chastity devices is "denial". Denying the little bitches orgasms would work much more powerfully if they had first been made hopelessly addicted to sex. When the students were fitted with their chastity devices they all required sanitary napkins so as not to draw slime trails across the floor, their overexcited little, imprisoned cocks dripping pre-cum all the time. Holding out the prospect of an orgasm as a reward for that kind of slave insured her enthusiastic cooperation. Besides all the orgasms increased the enthusiasm in the sex training.

Mistress Hoffmeyer proceeded to instruct her student slaves in the next drill: "The cock mounted in front of you is lifelike in more than one respect. It has sensors that can feel how well you are performing and once it is deemed that you have performed well enough it will shoot its load into your mouth. It goes without saying that spilled jism is punished most severely. You will now all take the handcuffs lying under your stool and cuff yourself behind your backs. Then you will lean forward and give your Master's cock the best blowjob you know how. When you have swallowed the first one I will give you instructions and the lesson will continue. A rule: once your lips have touched the cock they may not leave it until you have brought it to orgasm. If you should pull back before the cock has shot its load, your stool will automatically punish you. Begin your blowjobs, you worthless sissy-sluts." Denise, like the rest of the girls began giving head to their respective dildos once they had cuffed their hands behind their backs. Mistress Hoffmeyer watched them closely as they did it. It was quite clear that a couple of the students were ahead of the rest. There was Denise and a Hispanic looking sissy named Conchita who both made up for lack of technique by pure enthusiasm. Mistress Hoffmeyer was certain that both bitches would find satisfied owners. But there was one who stood out. Cindy, the little black sissy who had scared so easily, had clearly come to the school not because her owner had ordered her here. No it was quite clear that she had volunteered after her master had asked if she would consider going because it meant a lot to him. It was clearly evident from the way in which she sucked the cock. Her technique was quite good and so was her work effort, but what really stood out was her passion. She clearly loved the owner of the cock from which the model had been made. She was devoted to him and would do anything for him. Hoffmeyer thought it very sweet. And very stupid. She knew her master very well. His name was Rick and he was a man of quite special tastes. He was an absolutely huge black man, a body builder of almost seven feet. Usually he excelled in capturing fellow body builders and turning them into super muscular, super feminine and completely docile fucktoys. To Hoffmeyer's knowledge this had to be the first time he had captured a more "natural" sissy, one who had obviously gone with him of her own free will. Yesterday it had been quite clear that although she, like all the sissies that came to the academy, had some experience with bondage; she was clearly unprepared for what was about to happen to her. Furthermore Hoffmeyer had heard from Dr. Jacobsen that Rick had delivered yet another of his body builders to his clinic for feminization. Whatever it meant, it was trouble for Cindy. There could be little doubt that she was in for a life of slavery that she had clearly not volunteered for. Hoffmeyer's smile broadened as she made a mental note to call Rick and ask him about his plans for the bitch.

The useless little bitches had finished their first blowjob on their mechanical friends. Some sat waiting anxiously for critique, while others, like Cindy, sat smiling. Two sissies had been lousy enough to let go of the cock after the blowjob had begun and had therefore been punished. The rest had performed OK, so in keeping with the desire to make the sissies sex-addicts Mistress Hoffmeyer pressed a button and instantly all twenty began to writhe soundlessly as their sheaths drove them towards orgasm. When they had all cum, Mistress Hoffmeyer gave some instructions on how to perform better and the girls were at it again. And so it went the whole day, blowjob after blowjob, orgasm after orgasm. The girls were of course unaware that the artificial cum they swallowed contained high doses of hormones. It was a practical way of filling them up with the medication required for growing them proper tits and filling out their asses in the desired manner. After countless orgasms, both for their imaginary master and themselves, the girls were exhausted. None of them had tried to give blowjobs almost nonstop for a whole day. Denise's jaw felt numb and ready to dislocate and her tongue felt raw and overworked.

At the end of the day Mistress Hoffmeyer was quite horny herself and decided on who would give her relief. Her choice was of course Cindy. She went over to the girl and removed the pole in front of her, taking the position herself instead. With a quick move she loosened her belt and dropped her skirt and panties on the floor revealing that she was in fact a shemale, like themselves. Mistress Hoffmeyer had fat, white thighs and a big, blonde bush. Her cock was quite large and very pale. Released from its clothing it was standing straight out, pointing right at Cindy's face. "Suck it slave." The order from Mistress Hoffmeyer as quite clear but Cindy hesitated as if she had never expected to suck any other cock than her master's. It was as Hoffmeyer suspected: Cindy had never agreed to this. Since she didn't obey a direct order Mistress Hoffmeyer took great pleasure in punishing her. She pushed the button controlling only Cindy's stool and the sweet little sissy thrashed and tried to scream as the current ripped through her. She didn't hesitate the next time the order was given, but rather sucked Mistress Hoffmeyer's cock with great energy, if not exactly as lovingly as she had her master's likeness. This was the point on which Mistress Hoffmeyer pounced: "You worthless little shit! Do I deserve a blowjob that is any less passionate than that given to the rubber likeness of your master?" She underlined this question by giving Cindy a very long shock, leaving her thrashing and jerking. When she had recovered a little Mistress Hoffmeyer asked the same question again. This time Cindy shook her head vigorously in denial. "That's right, you stupid wannabe cunt!" Mistress Hoffmeyer said. Turning to address all the sissies she said: "Get it into your stupid little heads: You are the lowest slave-shits on the face of the planet! You OWE everybody else respect and servitude for allowing you to breathe the same air as the rest of us. That also means giving yourself 100% every time, in everything you are ordered to do." Turning to Cindy again, Hoffmeyer could see that her situation was finally sinking in. Tears were rolling down her face as she realized that she was just another slave. That her beloved master had sent her away to be turned into a common slave-slut, s slave-whore. As Mistress Hoffmeyer ordered Cindy to repeat the blowjob, only better, she thought that breaking Cindy was great fun, if a little too easy.

This time Cindy was able to perform to Mistress Hoffmeyer's satisfaction and to end the day she gave them one more orgasm before releasing them. The last job of the day was to clean up their mess. Each had made a puddle of cum on the floor in front of them. It was now cold and half-congealed, but there was no way around it; they had to lick it up, every last drop. Then they were led off to their lockers and tucked in for the night.

Chapter 4

Over the next weeks Denise and the others settled into the routine, accepting their new life. Cindy did, as Mistress Hoffmeyer had predicted, break very easily and now she had been remolded as the slave-sissy her master wanted her to be, docile and obedient. Others needed more effort and others less. Most were like Denise already comfortable with their roles as slaves.

The routine was usually the same every day: After being released from their leather sleeping bags by more experienced students, the sissies, still dazed from the nightly brainwashing, stumbled to a row of dildos sticking out of the wall. Each sissy had a dildo with her name on it, providing her with the special chemical cocktail she needed. First came what Denise thought of as the "food" it was a thick semen-like substance and it tasted that way too. After that came the "drink". This was a thin liquid with the same temperature and taste as strong morning urine. After breakfast they helped each other get dressed. Three items were worn constantly: collar, corset and high heels. There was a set for daytime activities and a set for nighttime activities, and apart from the color they were the same. In the morning they helped each other change from one set to the other. The nighttime set was black: broad black leather collar, black corset extending from just above the hips to just below the tits and finally a pair of Oxfords with seven-inch heels. The daytime pair was the same, only white. But before they could put on their "clothes" they had to clean up. First they brushed their teeth and then they gave each other a set of three enemas before showering. A mistress was always present to insure that the enemas were severe enough.

Then classes started. The first few weeks it had been only sex training, but since their voices had returned lessons in speaking and behaving in a properly feminine manner had been added, as had the all-important lessons in proper slave behavior. Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner was the teacher in these classes and Denise thought that she must be the most naturally dominant person she had ever seen. Denise felt an instant desire to submit whenever Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner was present. She had the ability to humiliate people by raising an eyebrow and she had them all groveling at her feet, crying at her smallest rebuke. She really was in control. Denise hoped that one day Headmistress take her to her private quarters and dominate her. She desperately wanted to submit to that cruel woman.

Apart from Mistress Hoffmeyer, who handled most of the raw sex training, they had a number of other teachers. There was Mistress Gibbons, a stunning black woman, her voice betraying her Jamaican roots, who handled feminine behavior and speech. Although the subject might have inspired some to have a feminine giggle and a little gossip, there was none of that in Mistress' Gibbons classes. They were all hard work and the sissies were, as always, punished for the tiniest of infractions. Although Denise and the others didn't know it, Mistress Gibbons' knick-name among the other teachers was "Voodoo". It was of course inspired by her ancestry, but did not come from a predilection for sticking needles into voodoo-dolls, rather from a love of sticking needles into slaves.

Finally, teaching make-up and dressing was Mistress Erica. Erica was originally French and was a shemale like Mistress Hoffmeyer. She had been some kind of tranny model on the Internet before her fashion sense caught the eye of Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner. Whereas the others mistresses and masters in the academy, even the ones who didn't teach them, all exuded that special confidence that came with being a natural dominant, Mistress Erica had the air of a submissive forced to behave dominantly. She treated the students milder than all the others did, and she simply didn't have that air of natural dominance, which the others had. The way in which she had been recruited didn't take a lot of thinking to figure out. Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner had probably visited her and told her that her services were required. When she had questioned or refused Headmistress, she had been beaten into submission and turned into a slave.

This was confirmed one day as Headmistress entered her class one day to give her a message. Mistress Erica had fallen to her knees instantly, kissing Headmistress Kaltenbrunner's shoes. The Headmistress had delivered her message and turned to leave when she thought the better of it and returned. She had then ordered Erica to drop her skirt and it was here that the class found out that she was shemale and why she had never asked any of them to perform any sexual favors for them. Underneath her dark blue leather skirt Erica's member was imprisoned in a chastity tube. They saw this as Headmistress released the strap that held her genitals up between her legs after removing her panties and the sopping wet sanitary napkin they held. First Headmistress whipped Erica's ass, demanding that she count out the blows and thanking her after each blow for: "Teaching such a useless sissy-shit proper posture and discipline." She finished the session by rolling up her sleeve, putting on a rubber glove, lubing up her hand and ramming as far up Mistress Erica's ass as it would go. And that was quite far, all the way up to Headmistress' elbow. While pumping it in and out of Erica's ass to the sound of her out of breath screams, Headmistress amused herself by squeezing Erica's balls viciously. After half an hour of this treatment Headmistress removed her arm and Erica collapsed on the floor, thanking Headmistress for the lesson. As Headmistress finished by letting Erica licking her arm clean from shit neither Denise and Yvonne could control themselves any longer and came both massaging their now quite respectable tits as they emitted little orgasmic screams. Their behavior eluded the spent Erica, but it did certainly not elude Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner. She looked sharply at the two oversexed sissies and said: "Send these two to my quarters after class Erica." Erica croaked: "Headmistress, yes, Headmistress." Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner looked at the sissy licking shit off her arm and spat: "Get cracking you useless turd! These slaves are in need of training and what do you do? You lie around loafing. Get your sorry ass in gear, or I'll have to administer some real punishment, not just gentle caresses." Erica replied with some panic in her voice: "Headmistress, yes, Headmistress. Headmistress, immediately, Headmistress." She finished licking her own shit off Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner's arm and got up quickly reattaching the wire holding her chastised member and thus insuring that her crotch was once again smooth. She threw out the old sanitary napkin, got a new one and pulled up her panties first and then her skirt. With trembling voice and hands she had to clasp in front of her to keep them from shaking, she resumed her lesson, trying to pretend nothing had happened. Of course it didn't work and she spent the rest of the lesson punishing the distracted sissies.

After class she stopped Denise and Yvonne and called for a guard to take them to the Headmistress' quarters. A large burly guard came carrying two leashes, which he used to drag the two very nervous girls along with. After a long walk through parts of the school were Denise had never been before, they arrived at a huge door made of some sort of dark hardwood. A plague beside the door read: "Regina von Kaltenbrunner, Headmistress". The guard rang a bell and after a minute or so Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner opened the door. The guard pushed the sissies through the door and closed it behind them. They instantly fell to their knees before Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner as they had been taught. She had changed her clothes and had now assumed a more sexually charged dominatrix role. Her hair was still pulled back in that tight bun and she still wore those menacing fifties style glasses, somehow reminding Denise of the classic movie stereotype of the strict schoolteacher. Denise had never really imagined how strict. Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner now wore thigh-high black boots laced up the front. The boots had seven-inch stiletto heels made of shiny metal and thinner than any Denise had seen before. She wore black rubber opera gloves and nothing else. Her body was perfect and looked a lot more like the body of a woman of twenty than that of a woman in her forties. Her right hand held her trademark riding crop. "Well, well," she purred, "so you two are regular little sexpots, aren't you just?" Her voice, now much softer than the one she used in class, had a natural menacing quality that made Denise break out in goosebumps. Denise had no doubt that Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner was the most complete mistress she was ever going meet, so in control, so menacing and domineering, without even trying hard. She continued before Denise's train of thought could go any further: "So you two thought it was exciting seeing me dominate that useless shemale slave, did you?" Neither Denise nor Yvonne thought it was a question to be answered, but their misconception was immediately corrected: "Answer me, you worthless wannabe cunts!" she shouted and kicked Denise on the side of the head with her pointy boot so hard that Denise's vision blackened for minute and she fell over on her side. Yvonne was the first to answer in a tiny timid voice: "Headmistress, yes, Headmistress. Headmistress, this useless slave thought it was terribly sexy, Headmistress." Headmistress was just about to beat an answer out of Denise when she managed to say something along the same lines. Incredibly Headmistress laughed at this. She threw back her head and laughed heartily as the two stunned sissies cowered before her, more confused than ever. Headmistress' laugh died and she spoke, the laughter barely hidden in her voice: "Yes, you are right. It was sexy...FOR ME!" She shouted the last part out, making the sissies jump with surprise. "You two shits, you two little oversexed little sluts need to learn some discipline and respect. I will decide when it is okay for you two whores to have fun – if ever. So let's work on that, shall we?" Denise and Yvonne agreed with trembling voices that they needed to learn discipline.

Headmistress moved quickly to cuff their hands behind their backs. Then she ordered them to lie down on their backs, legs spread wide. To raise their asses up as ordered, they placed their feet at their buttocks, folding their legs, and used them to stem their asses up. Headmistress dealt with Denise first. She knelt between Denise's legs with two short needles, both with wires at one end. She looked Denise in the eye and said: "You had better not move an inch, bitch." Denise swallowed in fear as Headmistress turned her attention to Denise's crotch again. Lifting up Denise's embarrassingly erect member and her balls, she inserted one of the needles right behind Denise's scrotum. The pain was unbearable and Denise and instinctively tried to jerk away. Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner had anticipated this and had a firm grip around Denise's genitals so that she was unable to get very far as the needle was pushed all the way in. "You will be punished for that, you stupid cow." Headmistress remarked coldly as she picked up the second needle. "Headmistress, yes, Headmistress. Headmistress, I am sorry, Headmistress." Denise cried. It was the same story with the second needle as it entered Denise right next to her asshole. Headmistress finished by connecting the wires to a small control box, before moving on to Yvonne, where the same thing repeated itself. Yvonne wasn't able to hold still as the needles entered her either, and now they could both look forward to further punishment.

Headmistress ordered Denise to stand with her back to Yvonne, who was ordered to kneel, so that Denise now squatting over her head. "Now slave," Headmistress addressed Yvonne, "Open your mouth and hold it open. Don't you dare spill anything or puke." Yvonne now looked at Denise's ass only inches away, her mouth poised to take Denise's shit. Headmistress now pushed a button on the control connected to the needles in Denise. An electric shock, not big enough to cause real pain, surged through the needle near Denise's ass causing her to expel her stomach contents involuntarily, her insides convulsing with the shock. Yvonne was forced to eat it all and she managed to keep it down while Headmistress watched her. Tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks as Denise was ordered to turn around. Now it was time for Yvonne to swallow Denise's urine as Headmistress pushed the other button causing Denise to loose all bladder control, letting forth a stream of hot piss. When it was over Yvonne was crying quietly as she fought to keep the things she had swallowed down. To make sure that she did Headmistress gagged her using a big penis gag. This only made Yvonne cry harder. But now the roles were reversed and Denise had to kneel, as she was now the one to swallow shit and piss. When it was over she too was gagged and crying.

Headmistress, however, wasn't finished with them. She removed the needles and led them to a spot where two large metal dildos stood straight out of the floor. Both had trained their agility, but sliding down on the dildos with their legs sticking straight out to either side until their crotches touched the ground, still put an awful strain on the crying little sissies. Once they were all the way down Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner secured them in that position by strapping their legs to the floor using eyebolts already there. She secured their cuffed hands the same way to an eyebolt behind them, forcing them to stick their chests out to keep their balance and not fall back on their hands. She left them sitting there straining and for while did nothing. Then there was a knock and Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner opened the door. Mistress Erica stood outside, nervously clasping her hands in front of her. She fell to her knees as Headmistress opened the door, kissing her boots. Headmistress' voice was all sweetness and kindness as she spoke to Erica: "Come in my dear. I have those two nasty little sluts in here and I am sure that you are just dying to punish them, aren't you?" Erica didn't look like she was dying to do anything but avoid further punishment from the hands of Headmistress so she replied in an unsteady voice: "Headmistress, yes I would love to, Headmistress. Headmistress, thank you, Headmistress." Letting Erica in Headmistress was still all sweetness: "Not all dear. The useless little shits certainly deserve it, don't they?" Erica's voice was still unsteady as she replied: "Headmistress, yes, they certainly do, Headmistress." Closing the door behind Erica Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner laid her arm around Erica's shoulders leading her towards the bound sissies. The touch made Erica jump, emitting a frightened little squeal. Headmistress pretended not to notice although her eyes sparkled with sadistic delight. She looked every bit the predator toying with her terrified prey. Erica certainly fit the part of prey as she trembled in Headmistress' embrace. Handing Erica her riding crop she instructed her: "Here you are. Now whip their tits hard. Let them know that they can't get away with that kind of behavior." Denise and Yvonne thought that Headmistress had already taught them that lesson and they squirmed and cried in fearful anticipation of the pain to come. But the whipping turned out to be light at worst. Erica looked terrified of hitting another person and her blows were woefully inadequate. She held the riding crop like a nun holds a sailor's dick; betraying that this was not within her. Every time the crop struck one of the bound sissies, she closed her eyes and emitted a small squeal. Denise and Yvonne looked at her in wonder as the crop failed to cause them any harm. Headmistress had of course set Erica up for the fall and now she pounced: "You useless cow!" she screamed into Erica's face. Erica dropped the crop and cowered before Headmistress as she hurled abuse at her: "You are not fit to be called mistress of anything. You can't even control your body, you useless, worthless slut. What are you doing to my floor?" Denise saw that Erica, who apparently was wearing neither panties nor sanitary napkin, had shit herself. A small brown turd was making its way down the inside of her leg together with a stream of yellow piss landing in a growing puddle at her feet. Erica cried hopelessly as Headmistress continued to abuse her: "I had hoped that I could teach you some proper behavior as mistress, you utterly worthless whore. But apparently I was wrong. I am beginning to feel more than a little disappointed." When Headmistress said this Erica began to cry hysterically, falling to her knees in her own shit, pleading and begging Headmistress to have mercy. Not only were her words tearful and garbled, hardly understandable, but they also fell on completely deaf ears. Headmistress would have none of it: "Get undressed, slut, and lick up your mess," she ordered in the coldest of voices. Still sobbing hysterically Erica removed all her clothes, leaving her shoes and the corset she been wearing underneath. Then she began eating her own shit and licking up her own piss. When the floor was completely spotless save for Erica's saliva, Headmistress was waiting for her. She put Erica's hands in mittens and folded up her arms so that upper and lower arms lay against each other and then she strapped them together. She did a similar thing with Erica's feet and soon Erica was standing on all fours, on her knees and elbows. Headmistress then put a collar and leash on her and led her over to Denise and Yvonne. Erica was still sobbing almost hysterically like she expected something terrible to happen to her. With Erica standing about five feet from the two sissies bound and straining, their muscles getting very tired, Headmistress addressed Erica: "Now, you hopeless little whore, I'm going to show you how a proper punishment is performed." Turning to Denise and Yvonne she said: "As for you two little cows, I'm going to teach you a little respect and discipline." She picked up the crop, which Erica had dropped and began whipping Denise and Yvonne mercilessly, the crop striking them on their tits and on the inside of their thighs. They screamed and thrashed, but there was no escape and no reprieve. Denise lost track of time as her front was gradually covered completely in thick, red welts. Her tits, which had grown to a respectable 32D, one of her most sensitive spots, were swelling under the intensity of the beating and causing her extreme pain. Just when she felt like she could take no more, the whipping stopped. Both she and Yvonne were sobbing hysterically, tears streaming down their faces. Headmistress bent down and brought her face close to Denise's, holding her chin in a vice grip and looking her straight into her eyes as she asked Denise: "I trust that you have learned your lesson? I trust that you will now treat teachers with the proper respect?" Denise tried to nod vigorously as she made sound of confirmation behind her gag. Headmistress looked at her again and said with an exaggerated sad look on her face: "I think not. I know sluts like you. You are always insincere and the lesson needs to be hammered home." Denise tried to shake her head, to plead for Headmistress please not to hurt her anymore, but that was of course out of the question. Headmistress stood up and with the toe of her right boot stepped down on Denise's left testicle, gradually increasing the pressure. Denise's world exploded in pain and she screamed; the tendons in her neck standing out as her head grew red and she ran out of air and her scream became silent. Then Headmistress took her foot away and after a little while Denise had caught her breath again as she sobbed in pain. As soon as Denise had gotten tiny measure of control over herself, Headmistress did the same thing to her right testicle. When Headmistress took her foot away Denise was just about to loose consciousness from the pain. Before leaving Denise to subject the absolutely terrified Yvonne to the same treatment, Headmistress had a parting shot. She stepped back and delivered a brutal kick with her pointy boot to Denise's crotch. Denise had no air to scream but she tried anyway before she tried to lean back on her hands and get a measure of rest while she cried. It turned out that Headmistress had made their bindings so that it wasn't possible. Leaning back to touch the ground put so great a strain on her hips by twisting them, that she had to try and maintain her "normal" strained position.

Next to her Yvonne underwent the same brutal treatment: first the whipping, then Headmistress stepping on either testicle before finally finishing by kicking her in the groin. Yvonne did actually loose consciousness so that Headmistress had to grab her hair as she collapsed backwards, so as not to injure her hips. This did not improve Headmistress' mood and she had a little special punishment for Denise and Yvonne before turning her attention to Erica. Doing Denise first, she used her extremely thin and sharp heel to torture Denise's genitals. She used it to step several times on Denise's cock, causing her to thrash and scream. And then she used it on Denise's testicles, first left, then right. Denise felt the worst pain she had ever experienced as she with horror saw the heel sink in to her testicle until she was sure that her testicle would pop. Here Headmistress stopped applying more pressure, but rather held a steady pressure for what seemed like forever. When Denise felt that she had screamed herself out and she felt darkness creeping in the sides of her vision, as she was about to pass out, Headmistress slowly lifted the pressure. Denise was completely hysterical. She would do anything for Headmistress, anything at all. Headmistress waited for Denise to regain a small measure of composure before she did the same thing to her right testicle. Denise tried to plead and beg, her vision almost obscured by tears, but it did her no good. Once again she watched in horrified fascination as Headmistress heel sank deeper and deeper into her testicle and she again was convinced that it would pop. This time Headmistress held the pressure for far longer, slapping Denise's face occasionally to keep her conscious. When it was finally over Denise had been broken completely. She would do anything for Headmistress now; anything to please her and avoid punishment.

Denise was hardly aware of Yvonne's punishment, but Headmistress noticed that Yvonne broke much more easily and seemed to enjoy the punishment far less. Others might have seen the punishments and seen only pain in the slaves, but Headmistress was not the Headmistress for nothing. All the sissies who came to the academy were submissive to some extent. A few were captured and sent here against their will, but before coming all had been conditioned to be submissives. Quite a few who came had actively consented to coming, and could as such be regarded as submissives, while others who might not have consented turned out to be natural submissives. And as such they all had a certain craving for punishment and humiliation, although the degree varied a great deal, from the true submissiveness Denise had displayed from the very beginning to the camouflaged vanilla that Erica displayed.

All the other mistresses had noticed that Denise stood out with regards to submissiveness. She relished in being punished, in submitting. This was good news for her, because all the students were in for lives of brutal torture and absolute submission once they left the academy. If she could enjoy it to some extent, she was insured a happier life than most of the others.

Many of the sissies who came voluntarily did it because their Sugardaddy had asked them. They had played a few S&M games and liked to please their lovers so they said yes in the belief that once they came home they would be tied up once in a while and maybe spanked occasionally. This was of course a fatal misunderstanding. No one paid the very substantial fees that the academy took to have their slave run around in pretty underwear and say "Master" or "Mistress" once in a while. No, when you paid that kind of money you wanted an absolutely submissive fucktoy who could take any kind of torture, who would submit unconditionally. The sissies from the academy were all destined for a lifetime of harsh and demanding slavery. The mistresses and masters they were going home to after the academy would be perfectionists and as such the slaves would be expected to perform flawlessly all the time. When their mistresses and masters tired of them, they would do one of two things: Either they would kill them for the fun of it or they would sell them to others. Most would be sold and would eventually end up as whores of one kind or the others, their lives probably ending at the hands of a customer or in a snuff flick. No matter how positive you were there was no way any of the slaves graduating from the academy would make it to old age. Their lives would be too hard, too dangerous.

Thinking about Denise's submissiveness while she tortured Yvonne eventually brought Headmistress attention back to Erica. Headmistress had "recruited" Erica as an experiment. She had noticed Erica's tranny-website and thought that some of the slutty behavior and dress exhibited by the tranny might not be a bad thing for the sissies to learn. They already learned some of it in the classes on feminine behavior, but teaching them outright sluttiness might not be a bad thing. She realized that it would require her to capture the tranny and turn her into a slave, before training her to be a mistress in her academy. But she didn't think that this should pose a problem. She had done something like it before after all. Elke Hoffmeyer had been a tranny prostitute when Regina von Kaltenbrunner had found her. Seeing both the challenge and the potential she had abducted Elke and turned her into a proper shemale, torturing her into shape. After her initial training they had both seen her potential as a mistress and Headmistress had trained her to be one, earning her eternal gratitude. Elke Hoffmeyer loved what Regina von Kaltenbrunner had turned her into and relished in her role as a dominant. From time to time she even knocked on Headmistress' door late in the night and begged to be tortured and humiliated. It was a most satisfying relationship and to Headmistress' knowledge she submitted to no one else. On the contrary she used her time off from the academy to play a dominatrix role many other places, sometimes for money, sometimes for sport.

This brought home even more clearly the failure of Erica. A full year after completing her training and becoming a shemale, she had yet to exhibit any dominating traits at all. Headmistress had not expected her to become an outright dominatrix, that would have been too much to ask even for Headmistress, but Headmistress didn't think it was too much to ask of Erica to display just a tiny bit of authority. And Erica had displayed none of that. This was the reason Headmistress had turned up at her lesson, to tell her that her time was up and this was of course also the reason she had been so nervous when she turned up at Headmistress' door. She knew she was going to be turned into a regular slave again.

Now, temporarily done with Denise and Yvonne, she turned her attention to Erica. Headmistress thought that it would be fun to plunge Erica all the way back to slavery with a good, long, merciless torture session. Not only would she derive great pleasure from it herself, it would do the job as far as Erica was concerned and finally it would be a great lesson for the two little sissies sitting there trying to recover. Keeping them here would also provide her with entertainment when Erica needed to rest in order to get the full benefit of the next installment of the torture session.

As she turned towards Erica these thoughts, or at least the essence of them, were clearly visible on her face and Erica actually began to emit a high-pitched whine of pure fear. A little over two years ago Erica had been happy living as a transvestite, making a little money on her website and getting contacts for great sex via the site at the same time. Then one evening, as Erica (or Eric as he had called himself then) had been home alone this evil woman had turned up at her door asking if she could have a word. She was dressed in a most domineering fashion. She had worn black ankle high boots with seven-inch metal stilettos, an ultra short black, leather skirt and a short, black leather jacket with nothing underneath. Her hair had been pulled back and she had worn the same glasses he had come to know she always wore. Eric had swung both ways and although she looked quite domineering, she had also been very attractive; her face may have revealed her age, but her body sure didn't. Besides, she was alone so what could possibly go wrong? He thought about that two hours later as she led him down the stairs in the middle of the night. He was wearing only a pair of five-inch stilettos and he was gagged and bound. She had used only things from his apartment to tie him up with.

It had started peacefully enough with her asking him if he would like to work for her teaching little sissies to dress up as complete sluts. When he had politely refused, she had brushed it off and instead come on strong to him. He had found himself unable to resist her and soon he was prancing around dressed only in a pair of five-inch heels as she kissed and fondled him until he was just about to cum. Then she had pounced on him, displaying surprising strength. He fought her but soon she had tied his hands behind his back and when he tried calling for help, she gagged him with a pair of his own dirty underwear, tying it in place with a piece of cloth from the kitchen. She had laid him across her knee and spanked him using a wooded spoon from the kitchen. She had continued taunting and teasing him, finally jerking him off until he shot his load on the kitchen floor. The night's games hadn't ended there as she continued to tease and abuse him, making him cum three more time on the kitchen floor. As he lay in puddle of his own cum he had told himself that it had been a strange but good night. That was when she had shattered that dream as she leaned in over him and said: "You are going to teach at my academy, whether you want to or not. I'm taking you with me and turning you into one of my little shemale bitches. After that we'll see if you have any dominating qualities in you. If you do, good. You'll have nice little life as a mistress then. If not, you are in for a lifetime of slavery and pain." As she led him from the apartment he waddled since his knees were tied together. A piece of string went from the string around his knees around his neck, forcing him to bend over as he walked. For a leash she had tied a clothesline around his genitals, making sure the knots were many and tight. But the worst bit was the rolling pin. She had taken his marble rolling pin and not the thin delicate one either, and shoved so far up his ass only a small part of the handle stuck out of him. Getting it up there had been extremely painful and he wanted so bad to expel it, but she had told him that if he expelled it before she gave the order, she would torture him so bad he wouldn't stop screaming for two days, and looking into her cold, gray eyes, he had believed her. He had kept the rolling pin in his ass as he was thrown into the trunk of her car, as he waddled on to her private jet to be flown away and the rolling pin had still been in his ass as he was unloaded in one of her dungeons. She had looked him in the eyes as she yanked it out and said: "Good. You can obey orders and that's always a start." Then his feminization and slave training began. The feminization bit was easy enough, him being already somewhat feminine, but the slave training had been harder, at least at first. Although he had never admitted it to himself, he had very strong submissive streak. And sure enough, Regina von Kaltenbrunner had found it. She had broken him quickly and completely, reducing him to a sissified wreck. Then she had reshaped him as a slave and he began to enjoy his submission, just as he began to feel more feminine and think of "herself", rather than "himself". For a time it was quite good. Eric became Erica and she enjoyed the sex training and she enjoyed submitting to Headmistress. But as the first part of her training came to an end and the part where she was supposed to assume some of the powers of a mistress, things went wrong. Erica found herself unable to dominate anyone and punishing someone was even harder. It didn't matter that Headmistress made it quite clear to her what her fate would be if she did not live up to expectation. She simply didn't have it in her. She had feared the moment for weeks when Headmistress had came to her class and told her. For weeks she had been paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything else than continue her teaching. At night she sat awake, dreading the day Headmistress would come and turn her back into a slave. She had no illusions as to her fate. She knew perfectly well what became of the ones graduating from the academy, and had no doubt that the same would happen to her. She would be sold into slavery and pain. But she was unable to help herself, paralyzed by fear and a feeling of inferiority as she was.

So when Headmistress turned from Yvonne and looked at her with eyes gleaming with sadistic lust, she whined. She knew that the moment she had feared was now upon her, her nightmares staring her straight in the face. Headmistress caught her by the hair and flung her on to her back and removed her chastity device so that her genitals could be punished. She than fetched a real whip instead of a riding crop and began whipping Erica en earnest, the whip finding every spot on her body, snaking around limbs and into crevices, covering her in bleeding red welts. When Erica's front was completely covered, Headmistress turned her over and did the same to her other side until she collapsed. As Erica lay there on her stomach, Headmistress kicked her pointy boot up between her buttocks and began inserting her whole forefoot into Erica's ass, making her squirm and moan with pain and discomfort. Once the foot was al the way in, all the she had to do to cause even greater pain, was to lower her heel. When she did this her heel stepped directly on Erica's left ball. Erica screamed and tried to escape, but moving only increased her pain, so in the end she just lay still and screamed.

After a while Headmistress withdrew her foot and turned to Denise and Yvonne, letting Erica recuperate. Again picking Denise first she knelt down in front of her and gently grabbed her cock in one hand and her balls in the other. Denise drew a sharp breath as she prepared the pain that was bound to come. Instead Headmistress began to stroke her cock gently, massaging her balls in the most pleasurable manner possible. In spite of the extreme torture she had been subjected to not long ago, her libido won and in a matter of minutes she could feel her orgasm building. Her whole body tensed in joyful anticipation as she threw back her head and closed her eyes. Just as the first squirt of sperm ejaculated from her cock Headmistress squeezed her balls with the full power of her hand. Even as what should have been a fantastic orgasm rolled over her, Denise experienced the worst pain she had ever felt. She didn't even have energy to scream as she thrashed and eventually passed out. Headmistress held the unconscious slut by the hair as she revived her using smelling salt.

Regina von Kaltenbrunner's thighs were slick with her own juices as she tortured these sissies. Although she had only masturbated herself to an orgasm or two during the night, she had cum countless times. A good torture session always made her cum. But unlike others, who wanted to relax and enjoy the afterglow, Headmistress' orgasms only fuelled the need for more orgasms. So the wilder the torture, the better the orgasms, the more energy and hunger for more orgasms and the harder the torture. For Headmistress torture sessions were a self-fuelling cycle and she had to be careful not to spin out of control. But tonight she didn't give a damn about control. The two little sissies were not to be permanently damaged, but witnessing a really brutal torture session might shape them into more frightened and submissive bitches. As for Erica, Headmistress had decided that she was too old too be sold for any reasonable price and besides her skills as a slave were not exactly extraordinary. She had caught her herself and that hadn't cost too much. And finally it had been a long time since she had really given herself a treat. Now Erica was going to be that treat.

But first it was time for the other little slut. When Denise regained her consciousness and began wailing in terror and pain, Headmistress let go of her hair and turned to Yvonne who cried as Headmistress approached. "What's the matter, honey?" she mocked Yvonne, "Afraid that Mommy's going to hurt you? Afraid that Mommy's going to fuck you and that it'll feel good in spite of the pain?" Denise felt a pang of guilt at the mention of the word "Mommy".

Headmistress didn't seem to notice Denise's guilty looks as she began giving Yvonne the same treatment she had given Denise. When she had woken up Yvonne as well, she did something, which surprised Denise: she removed their gags. It was more than a little disturbing, especially as she added: "No screaming, no begging, no pleading from now on. I want to work undisturbed and if I hear a sound from either of you, you are going to spend the next two weeks screaming. Have I made myself clear?" Both Denise and Yvonne nodded eagerly. "Good," she said, "and now for the evenings main attraction." Then she turned to Erica.

For the next several hours she tortured Erica without mercy: She fisted her with one arm, then the other and then she put chili oil on it before ramming it as far up as it would go. She stuck pins through Erica's tits before connecting the needles to electrical wires. Headmistress tied straps around Erica's folded up limbs and used them to tie her up spread-eagle on the floor. Here she whipped the exhausted slave once again for good measure. She allowed Erica to rest a little as she got herself a drink and masturbated while standing with her legs spread across Erica's face. She seemed to be finished with the hardcore torture as she knelt down between Erica's legs and gently grabbed Erica's bruised genitals. Using her sweet touch she brought her cock to life and stroked it until it was rock hard and Erica was moaning with pleasure for the first time. Then, to everyone's great surprise she slipped the cock inside her and began to ride Erica. Erica was ecstatic with delight, moaning and squirming with pleasure. Headmistress ordered her to hold it while she herself came several times, but finally Erica could hold it no more and Headmistress told her she could cum. And cum she did. Erica thrashed and screamed as she experienced one of the best orgasms of her life. Afterwards Headmistress sat on her face so that Erica could clean her pussy while she had few orgasms herself. As Headmistress got up, Erica thanked her profusely until Headmistress turned and said in an icy tone: "You didn't seriously think it would be that easy, now did you slut?" The words froze everyone in the room but Headmistress. Denise and Yvonne had just recovered from the worst shocks of the evening and their hopelessly oversexed bodies had reacted to the sex between Headmistress and Erica by making their bruised members hard again as the girls squirmed in the hope of release. Now they began to fear again. It was clearly the same with Erica. After having sex with Headmistress she had thought that the torture was over and that she would now just be sold. But now Headmistress returned to stand between her legs, looking down on her with utter contempt. "You think that the useless performance you just pulled off makes it alright? That you are now somehow in the clear?" she hissed down at Erica. Erica tried to excuse her poor performance, to explain that she had meant no disrespect, but the words stuck in her throat and became pitiful, little croaking sounds. Erica didn't think she could take another minute of torture. The prospect of more torture at the hands of this cruel woman filled her with absolute dread.

Headmistress looked down on Erica with a cold, contemptuous stare: "You really are the most worthless piece of shit I have seen in good, long while. You won't even fetch a decent price if I sell you and you certainly have no marketable skills." As Headmistress said this Erica understood that she wasn't going to be sold after all; that all the pain and suffering she had feared would come after she had been sold, would come right now instead. She began to scream. A high-pitched scream of one who knows that she is doomed. Headmistress now placed her right boot-heel with the utmost care on Erica's right testicle and began to apply pressure. She pressed until it looked like the testicle was just about to pop. Then she did like she had done to Denise; she stopped applying more pressure but instead held the pressure constant. Erica screamed even more, thrashing in her bonds as she tried to escape. When she had held the heel there for good long time she withdrew it.

She did the same thing to Erica's left testicle before taking a small break. During the break she squatted over Denise's face and made her swallow a stream of warm piss. When she had finished urinating she made Denise's lick her until she came before she returned her attention to Erica. Again she focused on her crotch, launching into a round of furious kicks with her pointed boot to Erica's testicles. When Erica fainted for the third time, Headmistress took a break and went to fetch something. She woke Erica up using smelling salts and when Erica was fully awake Headmistress showed her what she had fetched. When Erica recognized the nutcracker in Headmistress hand she screamed. She tried begging and pleading, babbling incoherently as she tried to make Headmistress stop, but nothing helped. Headmistress gently took one of Erica's testicles in her left hand. The testicles was already badly bruised and swollen, but that didn't stop Headmistress from placing the jaws of the nutcracker around it. Once this was accomplished she looked at Erica's face with a little smile. Erica's babbling had stopped as she stared completely paralyzed at her testicle. Then Headmistress slowly and deliberately closed the jaws of the nutcracker and Erica's screams increased in intensity before she vomited and passed out. Headmistress patiently woke up Erica, who was completely hysterical, and continued the torture. Using the nutcracker she made sure that the testicle was crushed by using it again an again. The process made Erica vomit and faint several time and after a while Headmistress got up to take a break before taking care of the other testicle.

As she did, she checked on the two little sluts who had witnessed the whole thing. Both were conscious and both had their heads bowed in frightened submission as she looked their way. They had both thrown up and were quite pale.

When Erica had calmed down a bit Headmistress dealt with her other testicle in the same way, using the nutcracker to make sure that it was completely crushed. She finished by saying to Erica: "Now that's taken care of you useless worm. You must realize that you had it coming. It was for the best, don't you agree?" The question was clearly seriously meant and demanded an answer. Erica was out of her mind with pain and hysteria, but she had enough presence of mind to realize that Headmistress could still cause her enormous amounts of pain. She knew that things could always get worse so she nodded while crying hysterically, words refusing to form in her mouth. Satisfied Headmistress stood up released Erica from the straps holding her spread eagle. Then she forced her to stand on all fours. This was extremely painful for Erica, but finally she managed and when she stood on all fours, crying completely inconsolably, Headmistress patted her on the head and said: "You certainly are my bitch now, aren't you?"

From the two little sluts, sitting beside her where they could see everything, she had heard dry heaving several times, but noted with satisfaction that they had stifled their screams, turning them instead to subdued whimpers.

Denise was absolutely terrified. She didn't think this kind of thing could happen, and it brought it home what she had become. As a slave herself she could be put through the same thing as Erica had or something even worse. It diminished what pleasure she had taken in her submission substantially. She would now never be able to shed herself of the image of Erica being castrated. Yvonne was even worse off. She sat mumbling to herself, shaking her head all the while.

Although only Headmistress Kaltenbrunner knew, the torture had lasted all night and classes were scheduled to begin in just half-an-hour. So she calmly went to the phone and called Mistress Hoffmeyer: "Elke, I have two of your students here who are ready to begin the day's lesson, so get you fat ass up here and fetch them! And while you're at it bring Pauline with you to take care of Erica. She needs a little surgery before she can perform her new duties. Get moving!" Denise didn't feel tired after a long night of torture. Rather she felt so afraid that she thought she might never sleep again. Headmistress didn't look tired either. She looked as if she had never been more awake and alive. Indeed that was just how she felt. Regina von Kaltenbrunner had never felt better. It had been a truly satisfying session. Now all she had to do was to find out what to do with Erica. First she would have to have the crushed testicles removed, a piece of surgery Dr. Jacobsen would perform. Then Headmistress would have think of a use for her. She decided that until something more amusing came to mind, she would transform her into one of the rubber maids. The rubber maids did all the cleaning at the academy. They were slaves who had failed in some way and who couldn't be sold for a good enough price. They were severely corseted creatures, covered in rubber from head to toe, always wearing ballet toed boots, always chained hand and foot, even the eye openings of their suits had mirror lenses so that no one could see their eyes and all they ever did was clean, wash and sometimes help in the kitchen. There were never enough of them since they could be used freely by everyone at the academy, except by the other slaves. The plugs in their mouth, ass and pussy (if they had one) could be removed for fucking, but that was not their main attraction since the staff could also use any of the students for sexual purposes. No, the main attraction about the rubber maids was that they could be punished and tortured at will. This meant that they regularly turned up irreparably damaged or dead.

Returning her attention to the present, Headmistress heard Mistress Hoffmeyer knocking on the door and she went to open it. When Mistress Hoffmeyer and Mistress Gibbons saw what had happened, they looked knowingly at each other and nodded. "Good session, Headmistress?" asked Mistress Pauline. "Very good, thank you." Headmistress replied, "Now get these two to class and get someone to clean up the mess. The bitch first needs surgery to remove the crushed balls. Then turn her into one of the rubber bitches." Mistress Hoffmeyer had cringed involuntarily as Headmistress spoke of Erica's crushed balls, but both thought that it was good that Headmistress had let off a little steam. Everyone who knew her, knew that she needed these brutal torture sessions once in a while, and this one had been long overdue.

The two other mistresses set about carrying out Headmistress' orders. Denise and Yvonne were released from their bindings and helped to stand. At first their feet would not support them, but a warning glance from Headmistress insured that they could stand and walk no matter how bad the pain was or how numb their legs were. Mistress Hoffmeyer escorted them to class were they got in trouble right away since their genitals were so swollen from the night's abuse that they made trouble getting them into their restraints. The trouble was cured by a remark by Mistress Hoffmeyer: "Think of Erica and get to it!" The remark got Denise and Yvonne moving and in spite of the pain they squeezed their swollen genitals into their restraints so the day's lesson could begin. The day went very badly for the two scared sissies. They were too scared and shocked to concentrate properly and were consequently punished constantly. When it was time to put them back in their sleeping bags, both were barely able to stand, shaking all over from fear and pain. Although they didn't know it, Mistress Hoffmeyer made sure that they were given sleeping medicine and that their brainwashing session that night was especially soothing.

Denise and Yvonne eventually recovered from the shock, but not without a permanent fear of disobeying or failing to live up expectations. Headmistress noted with some satisfaction that both little sluts turned into the most obedient slaves in the whole school. These two never hesitated in performing their orders no matter how painful or disgusting. Their attitude rubbed off on the others as well. There weren't many occasions were the sissies could speak to each other, but little by little the others got the story and it put the fear into them. Headmistress' commands were obeyed faster around these useless slave-sluts than anywhere else.

As for Erica, Headmistress did think of a better use for her than to become just another throwaway rubber toy. Headmistress had tired of her old personal assistant a few weeks ago and had consequently sold her. She now forced Erica to take on the role. Denise saw the new personal assistant a few weeks later when Erica had healed enough to perform her new assignments. Erica was now wearing a shiny white rubber suit leaving only her head free. On her feet were shiny black plastic boots, ankle high. They had ballet pointed toe and pencil thin stiletto heels more than nine inches high. Her ankles were cuffed and connected by a chain no more than eight inches, forcing her to take tiny little steps. Around her waist was a brutal, black corset made from some shiny plastic material with steel supports built into it. As time went by Denise noticed that Erica's waist shrunk on a weekly basis until it had reached about twelve inches. Around her neck was a collar, or more precisely a neck corset, made from the same shiny plastic material her corset was made from and just as constrictive. It made sure that she could only hold her head in one position. And Erica's head had been shaved completely bald, even the eyebrows were gone. Headmistress had made certain that she would never again grow any hair at all. An integral part of the collar was her head- and gag harness. Her gag was of the penis type, the penis held in place by a big, black, rectangular piece of plastic. This was held in place by the straps of her head harness, which crisscrossed her bald head and face. From her nose hung a thick and wide steel ring. Her hands were encased in mittens made from the same black, shiny and hard plastic material as her corset and collar and they were squeezed into impossibly small cones, her wrists cuffed and connected by a chain of about ten inches. The chain between her wrists was connected to two other chains: one going around her waist and the other secured to a D-ring in her collar. She was thus prevented from bringing her hands below the level of her waist and above the level of her tits. From her ass the handle of a very large dildo protruded at least eight inches, preventing her from sitting down. But the thing that really caught Denise's attention was naturally her crotch. Her crotch was the only part of her hairless body, apart from her head, that was not covered in shiny rubber or plastic. Her lack of balls was immediately noticed and so was her small, limp dick. She had been pierced right through the head of her circumcised dick and in the hole hung a thick and wide steel ring. Headmistress used this ring for Erica's leash. Erica's eyes were constantly filled with fear and desperation as she struggled to keep up with her cruel mistress.

What the precise function of the Headmistress' personal assistant was, apart from being severely bound, was far from clear. Erica carried different items for Headmistress as they were hung from her useless hands and sometimes she was used as a footrest or a stand to place objects on. She followed Headmistress wherever she went, but bound the way she was, she could perform very few useful functions. Except one: she was there to be tortured whenever Headmistress felt like it. Indeed that seemed to be her purpose. Erica's mind had all but shattered during the brutal torture session and she now believed that her purpose in life was to be punished by Headmistress. For Headmistress' part she just loved to yank Erica's leash, propelling her forward by pulling her now useless sex.

Chapter 5

A new part of the first year slaves training was introduced as part of the plan to make them hopelessly addicted to sex. Every evening when they finished class they would be escorted to a room covered in rubber on the inside. The sissies were ordered inside unbound and unescorted, dressed only in their white stilettos, collars and corsets. The corset training was shoving results, the widest waist about seventeen inches. The first time it happened and the girls stood waiting obediently to be told what to do and voice told them that they had one hour to themselves. They could do whatever they wanted. There were only two things they really could do: they could talk or they could fuck. Some feeble attempts at conversations were made and the girls did gossip between gasps, but with the training and conditioning combined with the chemicals, these sissies could do only one thing: fuck. The hour in the rubber room was one large fuckfest and most sissies managed at least five orgasms in that time. When they were informed that playtime was over, the floor and walls of the room had to be licked clean.

The process of making the addicted to sex reached new absurd heights. The girls now had fifteen to twenty orgasm a day and the first thing they did in the morning now, was to do a sixty-nine together with the girl next to them, so that the pressure, which had built up during the night, could be relieved.

The chemical and surgical part of their treatment was coming to an end. A few had had a little surgery to correct some imperfection, but none of them now had any remotely masculine traits. All looked super feminine. Denise's tits had grown to size 36DD and she loved them. They were ever so sensitive and Denise never missed an opportunity to fondle them, bringing her nipples up to her tongue so that she could lick them.

At Christmas time there was no training. The mistresses celebrated Christmas away from the sissies and it was the policy of the school that the slave owners should have as little trouble with sissies not fully trained. At the same time everyone knew that a little sensory deprivation training would be good for the silly bitches. So three days before Christmas they all stood outside their lockers looking strange and more than a little desperate. They wore only their usual black Oxfords with the seven-inch heel and a pair of black mittens. They had tubes coming out of every orifice in their bodies: breathing tubes hung out of their noses, feeding tubes, coming all the way from their stomachs, hung out of their mouths, catheter tubes for urine came from their cocks and tubes for forced enemas and waste removal came out of their asses. It had definitely not been pleasant having them put there and most had tears in their eyes as they were sealed inside new restrictive sleeping bags made from rubber. As her helmet was strapped on Denise found that she had just as little room to maneuver as in the old sleeping bag. This one did have a very nice addition. Her cock was encased in a sheath and it felt very nice holding her erect cock. Denise's cock was always at full mast these days and she was horny all the time. As both she and the others got better and better at performing sex, her orgasms got better and better and her sexual appetite grew. Sex was rarely off her mind. The only thing that was an even greater presence in her mind was the need to obey. Not only was it hammered home in all the lessons she had and in the nightly messages to her subconscious mind, the memory of Erica's fate was etched on her mind.

As she was slid into her locker the messages began inside her helmet and suddenly the sheath around her cock came alive, giving her the first of a long row of magnificent orgasms. Denise and the others were sealed in their rubber cocoons for more than twelve days, until normal routines were resumed after Christmas. As they lay there the boundary between dream and reality blurred. Food, air and enemas were pumped into them, while urine, semen and shit was pumped out. They were unable to stop or help any of it. Time passed as series of images and words to condition them, punctuated by a series of pumping events: food, air, shit, urine and semen from fabulous orgasms.

When they were removed from their cocoon all were completely disorientated, with stiff muscles and joints. But lessons started as before and the rules were the same: obey immediately or face the painful consequences and they quickly and painfully caught up.

Their sex training was now quite advanced. They were able to bring both men and women to orgasms using most of their bodies – if not exactly their minds.

It was time for the hopeless little sexpots to get some real life experience. The academy ran a whorehouse on the side and once the slaves passed a certain point, they spent most evenings and nights in this establishment earning money for the academy. This meant that they slept a great deal less now they were up most of the night entertaining guests. But this they had to able to cope with as well. It was expected of a slave to be able to perform her duties perfectly without sleep. At first it was dreadfully hard doing with only a few hours of sleep, but helped by ruthless punishment they soon got used to it. So their daily routine changed a little: first release, breakfast and morning enemas and baths, then lessons followed by an hour of breathless sex with the other first year sissies, followed in the evening by duty at the whorehouse.

The whorehouse got many different kinds of customers. Most just wanted straight sex, usually blowjobs and cunt lappings. Denise had a very talented mouth and was quite popular among that category of customers. Most were intrigued by her penis, but usually only the women dared touch it. The men who paid for a shemale whore were usually more than a little insecure about their own sexuality and rarely had the courage to touch her cock. Another kind of customer was of course the sadists who took great pleasure in torturing and humiliating her. Again Denise was popular because of her extreme obedience and complete submissiveness. The torture at the whorehouse was invariably mild compared to what she was subjected to at the academy and bouncers always stood at the ready in case a customer went berserk.

Denise for her part liked working as a whore. She felt (as she had been conditioned to feel) that she was a filthy whore and this was a fitting place for her to work in. Also she liked sex in all the forms it was performed in at the whorehouse. She was rarely allowed to cum while working. The customers were not interested in giving her orgasms and Denise knew better than to cum without permission, so she always left the whorehouse feeling terribly horny. This was usually taken care of just before she was sealed inside her locker, where the sissies were allowed to masturbate before being tied up.

Denise had also become somewhat of a teacher's pet. Both Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner and Mistress Hoffmeyer frequently took her aside as entertainment for the night. Their ideas of entertainment were vastly different. Mistress Hoffmeyer was surprisingly vanilla in her private tastes. Sure she liked to see Denise grovel at her feet and she liked humiliating her, but mostly she just tied Denise up in some way and either fucked her ass or her face, even giving her reach-arounds when she fucked her ass. Denise soon developed warm feelings for Mistress Hoffmeyer and she in turn seemed to prefer Denise over most the other slaves, with the exception of Cindy. Cute little Cindy was everyone's favorite and the girl soon developed almost stress-like symptoms having to please so many people. But there was no mercy; she was slave and she had better perform.

Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner seemed to prefer Denise even at Cindy's "expense". Her sessions with Denise were of a very different kind than those with Mistress Hoffmeyer. Regina von Kaltenbrunner did not have a single vanilla bone in her body. She enjoyed the pain and humiliation of others above all else and Denise saw her fair share of it. But the sessions were not without rewards for Denise and in fact she was almost always allowed to cum during them. But her orgasms with Headmistress were very different. With Headmistress she only came while screaming in pain and after a few weeks Denise reached the stage where pain and pleasure became inextricably linked. Every whipping fuelled her lust and every orgasm reminded her of intense pain. And always present with Headmistress was the unfortunate Erica. Often Headmistress would warm up with a bit of torment for Erica, a whipping or some needles stuck in her sensitive parts. While Headmistress warmed up on Erica, Denise would kneel with her hands clasped behind her back, her tits out and her head bowed, obediently waiting her turn. A favorite of Headmistress was using a riding crop to whip Denise's erect member to orgasm. Usually her balls had been mercilessly tortured first, but Denise was such a horny bitch that it mattered little for her ability to get hard. But every time Headmistress even looked at her balls Denise feared castration. It seemed like Headmistress could barely contain herself when she had testicles in her hand and it scared the shit out of Denise. An hour with Headmistress was an hour in constant fear of castration. At the same time there was no doubt that Headmistress was by far the most accomplished of the mistresses. She had an air dominance matched by none.

The rest of the time went by in an endless stream of sex and submission. She was becoming such an accomplished little slave-slut that sometimes Denise wondered what the second and final year at the academy would be spent doing. She did, however, have no doubt that Headmistress had something planned. One thing that disturbed her the few times her bimbo mind actually worked and she had time to think, which was just as rare, was their incessant orgasms. Why were they being forced to cum all the time? Surely slaves rarely if ever came?

At the end of spring teaching at the academy briefly halted as their mistresses and masters came to the academy for a celebration. A celebration for their owners and the staff that is. The slaves were the entertainment. At the party Denise saw not only Mistress Rachel, Mistress Joanna, Mistress Jocelyn and Master Tony. She was also thoroughly fucked by Cindy's owner, Master Rick. Master Rick was the biggest man Denise had ever met, a huge, black and enormously stylish and handsome. Denise had no trouble seeing why Cindy had fallen for him or his fabulous cock. It made Denise gasp for air as it filled her completely as he pounded it far up her ass. As she licked it clean afterwards she found herself thinking about Master Tony and how she would love to be fucked by him again. Of all the people back home she had missed him the most. She longed to be held tightly by him, kissed and fucked; to be allowed to show what a good, little slave she had become.

The party also proved that Master Rick and Master Tony were not the only ones who had the killer combination of charm, good looks and a huge cock. Yvonne's owner was more than a match for either Master Rick or Master Tony. Master Richard was Yvonne's uncle. Yvonne's name had originally been Malcolm and when he had been eighteen his parents had died. He had no other relatives than his sister's brother Richard who had invited him to stay until the matter had been sorted out. Maloclm had always been a very small and lonesome kid without any friends. He had just finished high school and needed to find out what to do next. Uncle Richard had offered to let him stay while he did this. During this stay Uncle Richard had used the opportunity and enslaved Malcolm. Richard was a huge guy with slightly curly brown hair and blue eyes. He had a moustache and Malcolm was no match for him. With Malcolm crying and begging Richard threw out all Malcolm's boy's clothes and forced him to wear girl's clothes. He forced him to wear heels and make-up to and insisted he only speak in falsetto. Malcolm tried rebelling and running away, but Master Richard, as he now had to call him, never gave him a chance. Instead he punished Malcolm mercilessly and soon Malcolm was too scared to try. Master Richard now fed Malcolm large doses of hormones and gave Malcolm a new name: Yvonne. Malcolm hated it, but soon got used to referring to himself as Yvonne.

In the beginning there had been no sexual advances from Master Richard, but as Yvonne developed feminine features these started as well. First it was only kissing. Master Richard spent hours kissing Yvonne, running his hands over her body. At first Yvonne didn't like it, but as the hormones began to work she gradually gave in and kissed back with increasing fervor. The turning point came one evening when Master Richard took Yvonne's cock in his hand. Yvonne was standing next to Master Richard's chair in the living room, dressed in a small white bra and a pair of tiny silk panties. On her feet were white mules with five-inch heels. Yvonne had her hands behind her head as Master Richard had ordered. He expressly forbade that Yvonne touch her genitals without his permission. Lately this was becoming a problem as Yvonne became more and more horny. She would wake up in the morning with a hard-on that just wouldn't go away and most days it wouldn't go away at all. All day Yvonne ran around with a huge hard-on in her pretty panties. Master Richard kept her chained by the neck to her bed at night, a baby's bed with bars and like babies Yvonne wore little mittens so she couldn't use her hands. Now she stood beside Master Richard's chair with her mittened hands behind her head as he took out her rock hard member. As he held it pre-cum spilled from its tip and Yvonne let out a little moan. He looked at Yvonne and asked: "Do you like that? Do you like your Master touching you like that, you filthy little slut?" In a breathless falsetto Yvonne answered. "Master, oh yes, Master, ohh, ohh." Yvonne could barely control herself as Master Richard masterfully kept her on the edge for long time before allowing her to cum. Yvonne came with girlish shriek, and she jerked and spasmed before her legs buckled under her and she almost fell.

After that it had been easy. That same night she had moved in to his bed where he had taught her how to give him blowjobs. Motivated by the prospect of Master Richard touching her, Yvonne submitted to him. Soon he fucked her ass and when he told her that she was going to the academy, she didn't resist. As she left for the academy there had still been a remnant of Malcolm. The remnant of Malcolm had still wanted to escape but of course it had been too late. The remnant was eradicated and instead Yvonne found out that she was a very submissive girl. When she had seen Master Richard she had actually shrieked with pleasure. Like Denise she longed to show him what a good little slut she had become.

Master Richard took an instant liking to Denise. As there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that the mistresses and master would not use their own slaves on this evening, he left Yvonne in the capable hands of Joanna and Jocelyn, and grabbed Denise by her throbbing cock and guided her to a chair in the corner of the room. Here he had Mistress Gibbons fist Denise while Denise deep throated him. Denise enjoyed it immensely as Master Richard's huge cock filled her throat while Mistress Gibbons' arm filled her ass. Headmistress made the experience perfect by joining the fun. She had Denise lift her leg so that she could whip Denise's throbbing member, thus providing her with yet another fantastic orgasm, where pain and pleasure blended until Denise had trouble separating the two.

As the orgy wound to a close all the sissies were lined up along one wall of the room, their mistresses and masters watching them as Headmistress once more took center-stage. The sissies were all feeling very nice. Most had been allowed to cum and all had performed the duties for which they had been trained.

As Headmistress spoke the mood changed, at least among the sissies: "Dear friends and colleagues", Headmistress began. "I hope you have all enjoyed the evening and that you are all satisfied with the progress your sluts have made?" A general murmur of agreement rose from the gathered mistresses and masters. "Today marks the final major transition for the useless, little bimbo's: the day when they get their chastity devices fitted." Denise, like all the others, was suddenly deprived of her good mood. As Headmistress finished the last sentence she pointed to a gynecologist's chair situated in the corner. By the side of the chair stood Mistress Hoffmeyer with a tray filled with what was unmistakably a collection of chastity tubes. As if to remind them of their situation Erica stood by the chair too, her now tiny and useless sex brutally constricted by a piece of steel wire with a four-pound weight hanging from it.

The sissies began to cry, but none were undisciplined enough to beg or plead. All lined up in front of the chair and one by one they were fitted with the devices that most would wear more or less constantly for the rest of their lives. Denise cried inconsolably as Mistress Hoffmeyer placed an ice pack on her cock to make it shrink, after which she squeezed the small tube down over it, two small, sharp metal bands holding the head, which stuck out the end of the tube. Her balls were squeezed together by a steel wire mesh connected to the chastity tube itself by a steel wire. A small lock at the back of the tube secured the two parts to each other and insured the device could not be removed without the key. Once the device was on, yet another steel wire was secured to the tip of the tube. This was then pulled back between their legs and secured to the back of their corsets, leaving them with smooth crotches.

Denise was miserable and desperately wanted to beg to have it removed, but one look at the twins convinced her that this would be a very bad idea. They had the look of someone just waiting for an excuse to punish her. Mistress Rachel and Master Tony looked at her expectantly too and Denise knew what was expected of her. She took her cue from the weeping Cindy who was on her knees kissing Master Rick's shoes as she thanked him for her new chastity device. Denise fell to her knees and began thanking everyone involved. First she crawled to her owners and thanked them all for teaching her how to be a better slave. Then she crawled over to Mistress Hoffmeyer to do the same. Finally she crawled over to Headmistress and thanked her as well. Denise was the first sissy to think of this and Headmistress noticed that Yvonne was hot on her heels. As Headmistress accepted their thanks, she considered the benefits of the castration session with Erica. It had certainly been a major factor in insuring the complete and total obedience of these two little sluts.

It hadn't been the first castration Headmistress had performed, but the second. The first castration had been performed on that useless piece of shit she had married, several years ago. The marriage had produced two daughters, both of whom took after their mother. Both now worked as professional dominants and one of them, if not both, would take over running the academy after her. But her husband had been another story. He had actually been working as a dominant when Regina had met him, and at first he had seemed perfect for her, a man as domineering as herself, and they made a good couple. But after a while she had discovered that he was softer than her; less demanding of slaves and more likely to let them get off easy. The discovery made her despise him and when her daughters had been born and she had decided on not having any more children, she had finally had enough and had broken him. Catching him unawares, she had subjected him to a torture session lasting one whole day and night, where she let him know what she thought of him and his softness. The session had ended with her castrating him. She hadn't bothered feminizing him, but instead sold him to a bull queer as a slave. She knew from reliable sources that the man she had sold him to was cruel and sadistic enough to insure that the creep got what he deserved. A few years later she had heard that he had accidentally choked to death while being forced to deep throat his master. Regina thought it a fitting end to the useless asshole. As for her daughters, she had told them a lie when they were small, but when they reached adulthood she had told them the truth. Both had by then figured that the lies they had been fed as young had been just that, and neither was surprised at their mother's admission. Neither had been shocked or disturbed. They were both so dominant that they accepted their mother's way of handling the creep as the best solution.

Regina von Kaltenbrunner considered this as she looked down on the succession of sissy bitches crawling past as they thanked her profusely. She had enjoyed the session with Erica and the effects on the slaves were magnificent. Maybe she should turn it into a tradition? She considered it some more she stood watching the owners saying goodbye to their property as they left the academy. When the last owner had left the sissies stood lined up along one wall, heads bowed, breasts out, waiting for orders. Before sending them off to sleep an hour or two before classes resumed the next day, she inspected them. Yes, they were definitely a useless bunch of little sluts, but at least they were turning into obedient little sluts. Headmistress stopped in front of Denise and calmly said for all to hear: "When your period of commercial usefulness is over, and if someone hasn't beaten me to it, I'm going to find you, buy you and castrate you." Denise's mind went blank with fear and she lost control over her bladder and bowels. And since she wasn't fitted with a butt-plug, she shit and pissed on the floor out of pure terror. She wanted to scream, but was unable to make a sound. Headmistress looked serenely pleased that she had scared Denise out of her mind and spoke to Mistress Hoffmeyer: "Make sure that she cleans it up before she is punished. Punish her until its time to start the lessons." Then she left the sissies in a state of shock. None were undisciplined enough to look at Denise, but all wanted to. Denise was certainly the teacher's pet – in the wrong way. Denise was so scared that she barely remembered eating her own shit of the floor or the severe punishment she received after that. She could see herself ending up as Erica and the prospect terrified her utterly. She knew she was just as worthless slave and that she wasn't worthy of the attention of such fine people as Headmistress. And Denise loved being a slave, loved having no control over her own life, submitting to everyone. She loved being an object, something others used for their own purposes and she knew now that her life as a slave would afford her very few, if any, orgasms and she accepted that. The feeling, the urge, the raw sexual need would still be there and would not only have to do, it was part of the thrill of being a slave. But being castrated and robbed of even the possibility of getting pleasure out of sex, would take away all pleasure in being a slave. Erica's situation was too extreme, too absolute. And Denise knew that Headmistress meant what she said. She would find her and castrate her if it was within her powers and there was nothing Denise could do about it. Her hope was the worst hope of all. If she was to avoid being castrated by Headmistress there were only so many options. There was the possibility that she would wind up with a mistress or master who would want to keep her for the rest of her life. Denise dreamed of this. She dreamed of being kept as a slave by Master Tony for the rest of her life. When her bimbo mind worked, she admitted to herself that this was unlikely. There was every indication that Mistress Rachel and Master Tony had had several slaves before her and would have more after her. Besides Mistress Rachel would probably see a slave who loved Master Tony as competition, insuring that the slave would move on quickly. Then there was the possibility that another mistress or master than Headmistress would castrate her. This was somehow a prospect that was even worse, because she couldn't imagine someone more suited to perform such a task. Finally there was the possibility that she would be killed, either on purpose or by accident, before Headmistress could get to her. All the options were terrible and brought home the harsh reality of being a slave. Denise thought of these things as Mistress Hoffmeyer released her from her bindings and led her to class after a long night of punishment. Denise was terribly depressed. It seemed like her whole life had just been robbed of all pleasure, that all she had to look forward to was pain and suffering. Thinking about this her conditioning kicked in. She was a slave. This was no more than she deserved. And besides, wasn't castration the ultimate in domination? Wasn't Erica's submission the most complete Denise had ever seen? Suddenly the prospect not only scared her, it turned her on as well. Denise was confused as Mistress Hoffmeyer pushed her into the classroom, but her submissive side was clearly taking over. She was literally scared shitless by the prospect of castration at the hands of Headmistress, but she was also beginning to accept it as her inevitable fate.

The punishment only continued, as neither she nor any of the others were able to perform properly wearing their new chastity devices. Of course Denise had other things on her mind as well, but she too was unable to do her duties as well as ordered wearing her new chastity device. Her cock, used to more than fifteen orgasms a day, constantly tried to get hard and she was slick with pre-cum. Not only was it completely maddening, but it was also very painful.

Their training took an entirely new dimension. Now they were not rewarded for good performance or behavior. The reward was the absence of punishment. Or rather the absence of further punishment, because now their chastity devices provided a constant punishment to them all. They were so used to having orgasms all the time that their cocks tried to escape their imprisonment all the time, a very painful process. Humiliating too, as their cocks let out a steady stream of pre-cum so that their thighs became wet with it. When the lessons did not require them to be impaled by a cock, dildo or other such things, they now wore panties holding sanitary napkins. These napkins had to be changed at least five times a day, soaking wet from pre-cum.

The training continued along the same lines in some ways, with a lot of demanding sex and obedience training and they still served in the whorehouse at night. But new things were added to the training as well. The training began to include lesson, which imparted them with real skills other than sexual ones. They learned how to clean and cook and keep a proper house. They learned secretarial skills, like typing and taking dictation. All things, which could be useful to their mistresses or masters. The lessons of course all had that sexual slave twist. The cleaning and cooking had to be performed while wearing constrictive rubber suits and dictation was more "dick-tation" since they scribbled while kneeling between the legs of a mistress or master, giving blowjobs or eating pussy. And new items had been added to their daily uniforms: Firstly they now wore giant butt plugs. Secondly their ankles were now always connected by a ten-inch chain and finally their collars had now been fitted with their nametags. Their nights were still spent in the little meat locker being conditioned.

Their first year at the Kaltenbrunner Academy wound to a close and as their mistresses and masters came to collect them for the summer holidays, there was yet another orgy. Denise and the others again were fucked and tormented for a full night, but unlike last time none were allowed to cum. As the party ended Denise was gagged and hooded, her arms tied in a backprayer and her legs strapped together and she was thrown in the trunk of Master Tony's limousine. She slept as they drove home, dreaming of being allowed to suck Master Tony's beautiful cock.

Chapter 6

At Mistress Rachel and Master Tony's house Denise was pushed into the role of maid along side her mother, Susanna. Susanna had been reshaped exactly as Mistress Rachel wanted it. She was now a devoted little nymphomaniac slave who loved her mistress and master and who would do anything for them. Like Denise she had been chastised, her pussy now residing behind a pair of panties made from a fine metal mesh. The mesh was stiff and around Susanna's pussy it was domed so that it was impossible to rub the panties against the pussy and get off that way.

Susanna was both sad and very excited to see the sissy that had once been her son. Denise was now an amazingly sexy slut far more well-trained than herself. Susanna lusted after Denise from the moment she saw her again, her feeling of lust mixed with guilt over her incestuous feelings. Denise was filled with similar feelings, but both were too well trained to touch or kiss.

Denise didn't even go near Master Tony's cock for the first week. When she wasn't performing her duties as a maid the twins used her. Joanna and Jocelyn simply loved torturing Denise, especially her balls. There were times when Denise thought that the twins would beat Headmistress in the race to castrate her, so severe was the torture. Most days her genitals were so swollen that the mesh holding her balls cut into the flesh pressing itself out between the wires. Every movement was pain and to make sure that the pain was maximized the twins connected her knees with a short chain insuring that she would be unable relieve some of the pain by spreading her legs.

There were roughly two kinds of torture session with the twins. In the first kind all their attention would be directed at Denise's balls and it was in these sessions that she feared that she would be castrated. She would be tied up spread eagle and blindfolded. Usually the twins would warm up by whipping her legs and tits, perhaps sticking some needles in them. Then they would direct their attention to her balls. Denise was always blindfolded so she didn't know what was coming, but the twins both liked to play with her balls at the same time. Typically one would start by flicking her nail on one testicle while the other did the same on the other. Denise would already be crying and begging here and it only got worse. Needle play was popular with the girls, sticking needles slowly into Denise's testicle and withdrawing them just as slowly only to insert them in a new spot. Squeezing them and kicking them also turned the girls on and while Denise screamed in pain she could often hear the sounds of frantic lovemaking from the girls. One of their favorites was the soldering iron. They would touch her balls with briefly, just long enough to make a small and very painful burn but not long enough to cause permanent damage. They would also use it by holding it to Denise's chastity tube, heating it until it burned her whole penis. This drove Denise absolutely mad with pain and it drove the girls mad with lust.

The second kind of session usually came right after the first kind. Here the exhausted Denise would stand on all fours, eating pussy on one twin while the other "took care of" her back or ass. Whipping Denise's ass was a favorite as was making Denise cum. Of course the twins made her cum in such a way she derived very little pleasure from it. While she licked one of the twins would insert a massive round pole in her ass and push it so far in that Denise thought it would soon come out of her mouth. When Denise was groaning in pain and discomfort, her breath labored from the intrusion in her ass, the pole would be twisted around. The pressure and the twisting usually ended with Denise's cock spraying its load in a manner, which provided Denise with very little pleasure. The process was also painful because the tube squeezed her cock so much that any fluid passing through her urinary tract caused her pain.

The sessions were enormously demanding for Denise, leaving her completely exhausted. But of course she still had to perform her regular duties afterwards. She had been subjected to the same level of pain, and worse, at the hands of Headmistress, but Headmistress knew that she had let her slave rest between sessions to get the full benefit of the torture while not wearing the slave out. The twins were too eager and too inexperienced and had been waiting for a whole year for the opportunity to torture their onetime brother. Now they were about to wear Denise out. They tortured Denise in the morning and at night, doing it in the middle of the day also and Denise was so tired that she could barely stand, her whole body just one mass of pain. She barely had enough energy to scream properly, which only made the twins torture her harder. Finally Mistress Rachel stepped in and explained to the twins how to handle the situation. Joanna and Jocelyn looked at each other a little sheepishly as they realized the mistake they had been about to make. Denise was lying at their feet in a puddle of piss. The twins had pissed on her after she had collapsed after the last session. Realizing their mistake the twins set about correcting it and giving Denise the rest she needed. They washed the barely conscious Denise and changed her corset, collar and shoes before gagging her with a huge black ball-gag, cutting off her hearing with a pair of earplugs and hooding her with a thick, black rubber hood. Then they put her in a rubber bag where only her hooded head and her feet stuck out. Denise's arms were pressed against her body along her sides and she was unable to do anything but wriggle a little. This freedom of movement was taken away from her as the twins strapped her to a rubber-covered bench and left her to recuperate. They fed her through a hole in her gag and she was allowed to piss once a day when they opened a flap in the sleeping bag and took out her member and sucked the urine out of it. A most painful and humiliating experience.

Denise surely needed to rest and at first it was nice to be left alone, but after two days her inability to move and the complete lack of impressions of any kind, other than feeding and urine extraction, began to get to her. After three days she was desperate and when they removed her from the cocoon after four days she crawled over to their feet and kissed their shoes while she thanked them. They in turn were so glad she had recuperated that they promptly subjected her to yet another furious torture session.

But now it seemed that Mistress Rachel and Master Tony wanted a piece of the action as well. Finally Denise was allowed to give Master Tony the blowjob she had dreamed of giving for so long. When he deemed it "alright" her sissy heart swelled with pride and Mistress Rachel's arm pushed up her ass felt like a gentle caress in spite of the fact the fisting made her gasp for breath.

Life settled into routine were Denise was used both as a maid and as pain toy without being worn out, but as the summer was almost over and the time when Denise would go back to school approached, Mistress Rachel and Master Tony had surprise for Denise and Susanna.

One day, while cleaning the toilets (Denise licking the bowl while Susanna licked the floor) they were called into the living room. Here Mistresses Rachel, Joanna and Jocelyn were waiting together with Master Tony. The twins were dressed in full-body rubber suits, Joanna's red and Jocelyn's red, and both were wearing knee-high boots, laced up the front, with six-inch stilettos and in colors matching their respective suits. Mistress Rachel was wearing what looked like a very revealing rubber swimsuit made of black rubber and with a split crotch. She wore rubber opera gloves and thigh-high stiletto boots with seven-inch heels. On her head was an all black officers uniform cap and she looked very menacing as she idly tapped the riding crop she held in her right hand against her left palm. Master Tony stood behind Mistress Rachel looking at Denise and Susanna with an expectant little smile. He was dressed in black leather: black leather boots, black leather pants and a black leather jacket, which was open in the front so that you could see his bare, muscular chest.

In the room was also a fifth person. She had platinum blonde hair and a killer body, wide in the hips and with tits at least size 46DD. She was dressed like a street hooker: white ankle-high stiletto boots with six inches heels, a white leather mini skirt, a leopard-skin top holding her giant tits and a short white leather jacket. She stood with her feet together, her chest out, hands behind her back, looking down like a slave. Denise thought that she looked strangely familiar. When Susanna saw her, she began to cry. Mistress Rachel got up from the couch with a big grin on her face. Both the twins and Master Tony were grinning as well. "Well Denise," she began, "now that you are home for the holidays, we all thought it would be appropriate with a little family get-together. So I want you to meet your father Tom." As Denise drew a sharp breath of shock as she recognized her father, the whore's head jerked up sharply to look at Denise. Mistress Rachel continued: "Of course she's called Tammy now and works as a whore for an associate of ours, Master Antwan. Show them your tiny little thing Tammy." Tammy had tears in her eyes as she recognized her son the sissy slave, but she instantly obeyed the order as she said: "Mistress, yes, Mistress." Her voice was a light soprano, not unlike Denise's. As she lifted up her mini skirt Denise saw that her member was imprisoned in the same way that her own was. She also noticed that Tammy, who was supposed to be her father, looked worn, as if she had worked for a long time as a whore. Her genitals and the skin on the inside of her thighs were scarred from years of abuse. She cried softly as she looked at what had become of her son. Mistress Rachel spoke again as the twins giggled in the background: "We always thought that Tom was a useless little wimp and Tony suspected that he might even be repressing gay tendencies. Sure enough when Tony came on to him, he responded. That was how we managed to lure him in to the city and abduct him. He thought he was meeting Tony for a date at the buss station. Instead Tony nabbed him and shipped him off to a good long stay with Dr. Jacobsen. When he returned we kept him as a slave in the basement for some time before we got bored with him and sold him to Antwan. Tammy has been working for Antwan as a whore for about eight years now. I understand that she still earns good money for Antwan. Isn't that right slut?" Tammy answered in a subdued voice, her tears clearly heard: "Mistress, yes Mistress." Master Tony took over: "We rent the bitch from time to time, mostly to let the girls have a bit of fun. They do love slapping the useless bitch around. Isn't that right ladies?" The twins laughed hard as they answered: "Yes Tony. She is not as much fun torturing as Denise, but she is still great fun fisting." Tammy blushed with shame as she heard her daughters. Susanna was crying hopelessly as she heard this. She hadn't believed that Tom would run out on her, but she had been forced to accept it when he had disappeared and no other plausible explanation was offered. Finding out that he had been about to cheat on her with Tony was bad enough, but finding out that he had been kept as slave right under her nose all these years was too much to bear. And to think that her own daughters were in on this too! The twins had really proven themselves to be the most vicious bitches she had ever come across. Susanna hadn't met Regina von Kaltenbrunner.

Mistress Rachel spoke again: "As I've said, we think its time for a little family get-together. Into the dungeon bitches!" With this order Susanna, Tammy and Denise scampered into the elevator to be transported down to the dungeon. Here they were ordered to strip and soon Susanna and Denise stood wearing only corset and high heels. Tammy wore only her high-heeled boots. Like Susanna and Denise, she had been forced to wear stilettos for 24/7 and like Susanna and Denise she was now unable to stand flatfooted anymore. All three slaves were forced to wear high-heels all the time now. Denise noticed that Tammy very sexy body was scarred like her genitals. Her tits were marked by numerous cigarette burns and both her tits and ass bore scars obviously made by whips. Still Denise found Tammy very sexy. Denise didn't feel quite so guilty about this as she did about her desire for her mother. She supposed that it was because her father had disappeared long ago and this sexy shemale didn't really remind her that much of him. Beside Denise would have sex with anyone she was ordered to have sex with, so whether or not to feel guilty was really a moot point. When ordered there was nothing to do but obey.

She received her orders. Her cock was freed from its prison for the first time in months and it instantly became rock hard. Susanna was ordered down on all fours and Denise was then ordered to kneel behind her. None of the slaves were tied in any way, but still there was no hesitation. They were too well trained by now, their capability to make independent decisions stripped away. As Denise took up position behind her mother she was overwhelmed with the desire to fuck Susanna as hard as she possibly could, guilt-feelings or no guilt-feelings. Susanna felt much the same. She hadn't had an orgasm in over a month and she desperately wanted Denise to penetrate her, to take her deep and hard. As she waited for the order, her need growing with every passing second, Joanna and Jocelyn knelt by her side: "Well, well Denise," Joanna started before Jocelyn took over: "We see that you are back to your old incestuous ways, you worthless slut." Denise blushed with shame, but her raging erection did not go away. Joanna laughed quietly as she spoke: "Now you are going to fuck your mother, you useless little slut." "But," Jocelyn continued, "if either of you two worthless sluts cum before we allow it, you are all going be screaming for rest of the night. Understood?" Both Susanna and Denise nodded eagerly. They were past the hesitation now and both just wanted to fuck. When Joanna gave the order Denise penetrated Susanna from behind. Both moaned with pleasure as Denise's cock slid effortlessly into Susanna's sopping wet cunt. Denise almost came right then and there but managed to hold it reminding herself of painful a session with the twins could be. It was not the best thing she could have thought of if she wanted to hold back an orgasm since Regina von Kaltenbrunner had made sure that pleasure and pain were inextricably linked in Denise's mind. Still, she managed to hold back her orgasm while pumping in and out of her mother. Susanna for her part had just as much trouble holding back her orgasm. Although Susanna would never admit it to herself, she had dreamed of this moment for almost a year now. Hard as it was to admit, the sex she had had with Denise the year before had been perhaps the best and most intense she had ever had. Now Denise had matured as a sissy and grown into a devastatingly sexy being. Her skills had improved vastly as well. There hadn't been many lessons at the academy in how to fuck someone using your own cock, but the few there had been were well remembered. At the same time Denise's hands found all Susanna's soft spots. Her hands worked without her even thinking about it, driving Susanna completely wild. It became increasingly hard for her to hold back her orgasm as Denise's caresses increased in intensity with her own mounting excitement. The onlookers were also finding it harder and harder to hide their excitement. The scene before them was simply too hot not to be affected. The twins were already fondling each other furiously and Rachel had her legs wrapped around Tony as they enjoyed a standing fuck. Tammy only succeeded in keeping her hands off her raging erection by thinking of the punishment she would receive if she masturbated.

Denise was actually crying with unfulfilled lust when Mistress Rachel finally allowed them to cum. The words had barely left her mouth before Susanna's body was wracked by orgasmic spasms as she screamed out her orgasm. Soon after Denise emitted a high-pitched girlish shriek as her body jerked and she shot her load into her mother. Denise's orgasm seemed to go on forever and Susanna actually managed to cum once more while Denise was still shrieking with pleasure. Finally Denise collapsed, spent from what was surely the best orgasm of her life. Master Tony towered over her as he addressed her: "Now you dirty, little bimbo, its time to clean up your mess. First the floor, then your mother's pussy." Denise's face burned with shame, in spite of the fact that she was feeling extremely relaxed after her magnificent orgasm, but she got to work immediately. After licking up the jism, which had trickled out of Susanna's pussy and onto the floor, Denise lay down on her back as Susanna sat on her face. They both waited there a little while in breathless anticipation, but eventually the order came for Denise to lick up the remaining cum and then make Susanna cum until ordered to stop. Susanna screamed with joy as Denise used her talented and trained tongue to bring her to a series of thundering orgasms. Denise's cock now stood straight up, again twitching with need. So did Tammy's, but her's was now slick with pre-cum and she whimpered with need. Master Antwan had not let her cum in more than a year and being so close, her cock free for the first time in a year, and not being able to fuck was driving her completely mad. When they were finally ordered to stop, Denise's cock was also slick with pre-cum and Susanna was bleary-eyed from all the times she had cum.

Master Tony pulled Susanna off Denise and tied her arms with an armbinder and left her kneeling in front of a chair. She looked completely spent. Then he turned to Denise and Tammy: "I think it is about time you two got acquainted. Hold each other and begin kissing and caressing each other. Only two rules: no touching your pathetic little dicks and no cuming. Now git!" Denise looked insecurely at Tammy and Tammy looked insecurely back. But there was no way around it. Not only had they been ordered to, but also both were much too horny not to. Tammy took the initiative and grabbed Denise's head and kissed long and hard. Denise kissed her back and soon the two sissies were kissing and caressing furiously, their hands expertly finding each other's erogenous zones. Their cocks rubbed against each other and soon they were moaning with urgent need. Still they were not allowed to cum. This went for quite a while and to make matters worse the twins took up position behind. Joanna whipped Denise's ass and Jocelyn whipped Tammy's ass. The whipping only fuelled Denise's lust, conditioned as she was, and judging from Tammy's moans she felt much the same. After whipping the sissies for good long while, the twins changed tactics and instead moved in close as both inserted a couple of fingers in the ass of the slave they had chosen. The need was now unbearable for both slave sluts as they cried with unfulfilled lust. Denise thought that she would loose her mind when Mistress Rachel intervened: "Do a 69 sluts and keep sucking until you are told to stop." Neither Denise nor Tammy needed any further encouragement. They dropped to the floor and since Tammy got there first she took up position under Denise as Denise took Tammy's member in her mouth and she positioned her own cock over Tammy's mouth and felt her warm mouth embrace it. It was pure heaven and Tammy came within a few seconds. She screamed and bucked, her mouth still enveloping Denise's cock as she sprayed a truly enormous load into Denise's mouth. Had Denise not been so well trained she would probably have spilled some of Tammy's load, but as it was she had to swallow hard and fast to keep up with the flow. Not long after swallowing the last drop she came herself, thrusting her pelvis down in Tammy's face as she did. Both sluts remained hard after cuming. They were oversexed and had been denied for so long that they wouldn't get soft before after a few orgasms. Denise's hands were again active, exploring Tammy's ass and caressing her balls. Her touch was that of a true expert and it seemed that Tammy came two times for every time Denise came. Not that Denise minded. She was getting off while doing what she did best and she loved every second of it. When Master Tony knelt down behind her, squatting over Tammy's face as he fucked Denise's ass, Denise almost cried with pleasure. Life as slave didn't get much better than this.

Tammy thought exactly the same. She sometimes felt that she should hate Mistress Rachel and Master Tony for enslaving her, but she couldn't really bring herself to it. She had to admit that although being a chastised shemale whore had never been part of her fantasies, she had had submissive fantasies for a while before Master Tony had come on to her. The fact was that she had suppressed her desire for other men for so long before Master Tony came along. And while they had sold to a cruel man who thought only of her potential for making money, Mistress Rachel and Master Tony did rent her back from time to time and although a stay with them and the twins was bound to be painful, it was usually also rewarding. None of them were the type of dominant who gave nothing to their slaves. Her shock at seeing her son as a sissy slave was wearing off too. There was nothing she could do about it and besides it seemed like Denise was more or less a natural. Her sexual skills were far beyond Tammy's own.

Tammy lived a dull, humiliating and painful life as Master Antwan's property. He was the biggest pimp in the city with numerous girls and boys working for him, both slaves and non-slaves. He had whorehouses and he had street girls and he catered to any perversion. He owned the hotels, which the whores used so that his enforcers were always around to protect his property. Tammy thought this was a good thing, since she had been saved from out of control customers more than once by these enforcers. Tammy belonged to the group of whores whom the customers could abuse in any way they liked, as long as they paid for it. Causing permanent damage or killing a whore like Tammy required only enough cash. Tammy was only allowed to cum when a customer wanted it, which very rarely happened. A the start of Tammy's career she had had guys with sort of a romantic inclination who had freed her cock and given her a reach-around as they fucked her, but this type of customer had all but disappeared as she grew older and her body became more scarred. As Tammy approached forty she knew that she didn't have more than five or perhaps ten years as a whore left in her. For now she earned good money and Master Antwan liked it that way, but Tammy remembered her friend Francine. Francine had also been a shemale whore and Master Antwan's property. The first man to enslave her had been a body builder as had Francine. The man, Master Rick had been his name, had broken her completely and removed her teeth in process. Even though it was years since Master Rick had sold Francine when Tammy met her, and she had been with more than one other master or mistress since then, Francine still spoke lovingly of Master Rick. She and Tammy used to sleep together when they were not out whoring, their imprisoned members rubbing uselessly against each other as they whispered to each other before sleeping. It was here that Francine told Tammy her story. Francine had been the most submissive creature Tammy had ever met and she had attracted the really nasty customers. As a consequence she had worn out very quickly and her earnings had started dropping. Then one day she disappeared. Of course no one informed the other slaves about what happened, but Francine had been fearing that something like that would happen to her and so Tammy was not unprepared for her friends disappearance. Tammy speculated that Master Antwan had given her to a particularly brutal customer and charged him a hefty price for doing away with Francine, but she had had no way of knowing. Some time after Francine disappeared, Tammy had found out what had happened to Francine. She had found out by pure accident. Tammy had been in the private dungeon of a customer, a particularly brutal woman. The woman had been almost out of control and Tammy feared that she herself would be permanently damaged or killed by the woman, who seemed to constantly restrain herself. It was extremely scary to see that the woman had to hold herself back all the time so as not to damage Tammy.

The walls of the woman's dungeon were plastered with pictures of torture scenes and the woman took plenty of pictures of Tammy as well. At one point, while the woman was preparing for her next bit of sport, she allowed Tammy to rest a little. As she did, her eyes found a spot on one wall showing only dead slaves. There were nine pictures in all and all the slaves in them had been asphyxiated in some way. Some had bags over their head, while others had been strangled with rope. All were tied with barbed wire and all had been horribly tortured. In the center of the bottom row was a picture of Francine. Her whole body was a mass of red welts and burn marks. She had been tied with barbed wire like the others, her hands were in a back prayer position and looked broken. She was in a hogtie position, her legs tied off to her waist. Her cock and balls had been skewered by several knitting needles and around her throat was a tightly wound piece of rope. She was blue in the face, her tongue almost black as it hung out and her eyes looked ready to pop right out of her head.

Tammy had been so scared and shocked that she almost lost control over her bladder and bowels, but the thought of what the woman would do to her when she saw the mess, enabled Tammy to hold on to her waste. When the woman returned she noticed Tammy's terrified looks and grinned broadly as she nodded towards the spot where the pictures of the dead slave hung: "So you've seen my little art collection. What do you think, you filthy shit?" Tammy's mouth was dry and her throat constricted as she stammered her reply: "Mistress, very nice, Mistress." The woman had leaned in close, her face almost touching Tammy's as she spoke slowly and deliberately: "Bullshit, slave. It bet you find it disgusting and sick, don't you, you worthless slave shit?" Tammy shook her head frantically as she became convinced that her picture would soon adorn the wall. She finally lost control over her bladder from fear and her piss fell onto the floor. This defused the situation as the woman began to laugh. Laughing she grabbed Tammy's balls viciously as she said: "Don't worry you little shit. I haven't paid for that kind of sport this time, so you're safe. For now." She leaned in and caressed Tammy's cheek with the other hand. Tammy wanted to scream but she was too paralyzed with fear and the woman could speak in a low voice: "Seeing how much you like the pictures maybe I should buy you for my next session?" This time Tammy did scream as the woman laughed at her fear and pain.

She had been badly shocked when the woman released her and it wasn't until a few days later that it occurred to her that the woman probably loved to scare the shit out of the whores she brought home. If she just wanted to enjoy the pictures, a photo album would have been much more suitable. No, the reason they were on the wall was to scare her victims, which meant that she scared everyone this way and not just the one she ended up buying for her "special" sessions. Still, the possibility that she would end up like Francine scared her badly. Tammy had adjusted to her life as a slave and although she was not nearly as submissive as her son, she did enjoy some aspects of her life as a whore. Not immediately obvious as she was forced into this life, she had realized that she did in fact have some power. The power of her sex. Her ability to provide her customers with fabulous orgasms actually turned Tammy on. But mostly it was dull and humiliating with no rewards in sight. She had tried running away, but both times Master Antwan's enforcers had caught her before she could even step on a buss or take the subway. She got nowhere near anyone who could or would help her. Tammy had also tried pleading to one of her nicer customers to buy her, but that had gotten her into trouble as well. Now she was resigned to her life as slave, and although she feared it greatly, she also knew that she would probably end up in more or less the same way as Francine. Finding out that her son was destined for the same kind of fate was a bad blow, made all the more devastating by the fact that she was powerless to prevent it. The only thing that provided a little comfort was the obvious pleasure Denise took in her submission. It didn't change the fact that she would probably live a short and painful life, but at least she would derive some pleasure from it.

For now life was good for Tammy and Denise. They had switched places so that Tammy was now on top being fucked by Master Tony while Denise lay on the floor, sucking Tammy's cock. In the corner Mistress Rachel and the twins were conducting a very brutal fisting experiment on Susanna. Rachel had her fist and most of her lower arm up Susanna's ass while Jocelyn had her fist and lower arm up Susanna's cunt. At the other end Joanna was pumping her fist in and out of Susanna's mouth and throat. Susanna, with her arms still held by the armbinder, was almost blue in the face with her eyes looking ready to pop out of their sockets. She was learning the hard way just how much she enjoyed being fisted and just how much she enjoyed being choked while she was being fucked. The fists and arms in her lower openings were providing her with the most fantastic combination of pleasure and pain she had ever experienced, while the choking heightened the whole thing, magnifying her pleasure many, many times. She had thought that the fuck she and Denise had just had was the best ever, but she had been wrong. This was beyond a shadow of doubt the best fuck of her life. Susanna had found her biggest turn on and she loved both the twins and Rachel for showing her.

When everyone had finished fucking Susanna crawled over to Rachel's feet to thank her, but her voice didn't work. The fisting had rendered her temporarily speechless, but Rachel recognized that Susanna was displaying real gratitude and not just putting on the required display. Rachel found this very endearing and decided that the right way to reward such behavior would be to make Susanna's everyday life even harder and more painful. Dilation of all her opening would definitely be part of her further enslavement.

The family reunion continued for two more days at the end of which everyone was ready to collapse. The orgy, with its mixture of fucking and torture had worn everyone out, but now it was time for daily life to resume. This meant that the twins were going back for their final year of high-school, that Denise would go back to the academy for her final year in slave training and that Tammy would go back to whoring on the street. Tammy cried and begged Mistress Rachel and Master Tony to buy her again. She would much rather be their slave than Master Antwan's, but as pleasant as the reunion had been there was no mercy for Tammy. Dressed in her street clothes she was escorted to the car Master Antwan had sent to pick her up. Tammy, Susanna and Denise all cried as she was driven off. As for Denise, she was put back in her school clothes, white Oxfords with seven-inch heels, white corset, white collar, white butt-plug and shackles on her ankles connected by a ten-inch chain. Her arms were put into a white, leather armbinder but before she was gagged and blindfolded, she was allowed to suck Master Tony's dick one more time. She enjoyed every lick of his beautiful cock and her face shone with affection as he gagged and blindfolded her before putting her in the trunk of the limousine.

Chapter 7

At the academy Denise and the others immediately resumed their old routines. The training for the second year slaves had started a few weeks before the new batch of sissies arrived at the academy. Not many new elements were introduced in the training as the second year was mostly about perfecting the skills they had already learned. As Headmistress pointed out when she spoke to the assembled slaves and owners before they began their second year: "In the coming months I will expect perfection in every pose, every gesture and every single movement that the useless little sissy-sluts make. Anything less than perfection will be severely punished. This is the year when we turn the horny little sluts into slaves that can be shown to your friends and associates without fear of embarrassment." Headmistress had been dressed in her usual outfit made of thick, dark blue leather and she wore her usual Oxfords with the seven-inch ultra-thin metal heels. As she slapped her riding crop against her left palm, she looked out through her severe fifties style glasses and her eyes lingered a moment at Denise as they sparkled with sadistic delight. Denise felt a chill of fear mixed with submissive lust as the eyes stripped her naked. She hadn't really known how much she feared and lusted after Regina von Kaltenbrunner until this moment, but now it became clear to her. Denise needed to be enslaved by the most uncompromising mistress or master available. It was a little surprising to herself that while she loved orgasms and would do almost anything to earn one, what she really craved, what she really longed for was domination of the harshest possible kind, to submit completely and totally to someone. As Denise heard Headmistress address the owners she was shocked to discover that while she cared deeply for Master Tony, her sister and Mistress Rachel, she actually loved Headmistress Regina von Kaltenbrunner. That she should harbor such strong feelings for a woman who would not only treat her more brutally than any other mistress or master she could find, but who had also promised to castrate her, boggled Denise's bimbo mind. She wanted to throw herself at Headmistress' feet and implore Headmistress to take her and turn her into her own personal shit-eating pain toy, but she knew that it was unacceptable behavior and hadn't Headmistress just said that she expected perfection in every aspect of their training? Denise was desperate not to disappoint Headmistress and resolved instead to wait for an appropriate moment before she revealed her feelings to Regina von Kaltenbrunner.

Instead life resumed at the academy, but now Denise was infused with a new fervor. She and Yvonne had been the most submissive sluts before the summer holidays and that was still the case but with a difference. Now Denise savored her submission as never before at a level where Yvonne could not follow.

Yvonne had of course been with Master Richard all summer. The summer had been both fulfilling and frustrating for Yvonne. Rewarding because Master Richard had treated her as the shemale had become, and done so in almost every way. As one of the few slaves Yvonne had spent most of the summer wearing ordinary, if very sexy, female clothing and she had only been tied and beaten during the nights. Master Richard had treated her as his girlfriend, taking her out to dinner at fancy restaurants, taking her to the movies and going to nightclubs with her. Of course there was always a slave twist; at the restaurant she had to blow the owner, at the movies she spent the film with her head in Master Richard's lap nursing his magnificent cock and at the nightclub she spent the evening being gang-banged in a backroom. But other than that he had treated her really nice except for one thing: he had not removed her chastity device a single time during the whole summer. She had begged and pleaded, but to no avail. Master Richard insisted that his slaves did not cum unless there was a very good reason for it. That Yvonne desperately needed to cum didn't even rank as a reason. So Yvonne was almost bursting with eagerness to please, in the hope that if she provided extra good service she would be rewarded with an orgasm.

Cindy, the lovely little black slave whom everyone wanted to screw had spent the summer with her owner, Master Rick. It had definitely not been a happy experience for Cindy as she found out Master Rick's plans for her. Master Rick was a huge black body builder and had in fact been Francine's owner. He specialized in catching other body builders and turning them into muscle-bulging, super feminine and super submissive little sluts. The process involved a lot of brutal torture to turn the once proud body builders into submissive sluts and that was the way Master Rick liked it. Cindy had practically no muscle tone, she had been cross-dressing before she met him and she had submitted completely voluntarily too him. It had turned out that Master Rick had little or no interest in her sexually. Instead he had caught as part of a business plan. He had found out that there was a market found muscular, feminized sluts and had decided to fill that niche. Why not turn your private sport into business? He had caught Cindy only so that she could help train the new slaves in proper slave and feminine behavior. This was the reason she had been sent to the academy, so that she would become so well trained that she could train others.

When Cindy had come home to Master Rick's apartment there had been a slave in the early stages of being broken and Cindy had been appointed trainer for the new sissy when Master Rick was not present. He had allowed her to blow him only once and hadn't even gone near her gorgeous little ass. When she wasn't training the new sissy, she was put into a straightjacket, gagged and hooded before being thrown into a closet. The only times she had received any sexual attention had been when Master Rick had thrown a party and the sexual attention had not come from Master Rick but from his guests. Cindy was miserable and now hoped only that someone would buy her from Master Rick, so that she would receive some attention, any kind of attention.

When the new sissies arrived it was Denise and her group of sissies who received them. Denise now performed the function that Suzy had performed for her, for another "fortunate" sissy. It made Denise idly wonder what had become of that perfect Asian looking slave, but she never did find out. Probably it would not have pleased her to know that Suzy, after a couple of years with the couple who had initially enslaved her, was sold to a whorehouse in Columbia. Here she died when a customer she was deep throating, held her head so that she couldn't pull back and choked to death on his cock.

Denise and Cindy were still the favorites. Denise was Headmistress' favorite and Cindy everyone else's, something she thoroughly enjoyed. As for Denise the moment when she was alone with Headmistress came one night when she was sent to Headmistress' quarter instead of the whorehouse as the others. The moment the door closed behind her Denise threw herself at Headmistress' feet and said: "Headmistress, please, Headmistress. Headmistress, may this useless sissy speak, Headmistress?" Headmistress cold voice came from somewhere above her head: "You will be punished for this transgression, you useless piece of slave meat, but now that you have done it, let's hear what you have to say." Denise's voice quavered as she spoke: "Headmistress, please, Headmistress. Headmistress, this useless slave wishes to give herself up to you Headmistress. Headmistress, could you please turn this worthless slut into your shit-eating pain toy, Headmistress?" Regina von Kaltenbrunner had been expecting something like this since she first laid eyes Denise after the summer holidays. The realization and the subsequent admission to herself that it was the harsh punishments from Headmistress she craved had been written all over her face, although Headmistress doubted anyone else had seen it. As it was, it was of course impossible. Much as she would love to, buying Denise right away was out of the question. Buying the students from their owners was not the right way to run her business. No, she would have to wait and hope that she could buy Denise in a couple of years. She still would love to castrate the little bitch and she had many other lovely ideas she would like to try out on her. But for now she would have to make do with the punishment Denise had coming for her unforgivable behavior. "How dare you? You worthless piece of shit! You can't give anything away, least of all yourself! You're already property! This one is going to hurt..." Denise whimpered in defeat and with frustration. She had thought that it would be like this, but she had hoped against hope that Headmistress could work something out. Instead she was going to get punished for her transgression. While not what she had hoped for it was at least something.

It was indeed something. After whipping her body full of red welts and ramming a dildo, so large that Denise thought she was going to split in two, up her ass, she had subjected Denise to a lengthy session of asphyxiation torture. Denise's hands were tied behind her back and her legs were tied together as Headmistress sat on her chest. She then pulled a clear plastic bag down over Denise's head and used a piece of string to close it around Denise's throat. As Denise became increasingly panicky, thrashing beneath her Headmistress held the bag closed while she smiled down at Denise. Just before Denise lost consciousness Headmistress opened the bag just enough to allow Denise to breathe again. When Denise had caught her breath the process repeated itself. After more than an hour of this Denise was completely hysterical. She even thanked Headmistress profusely as she was allowed to eat her shit and wash it down with a stream of hot piss. She spent the night in the most painful hogtie she had ever experienced. Her hands were placed in a back prayer between her shoulderblades before her tied feet pulled were as far towards her neck as they could come. The effect was to turn her almost into an O-shape. She Headmistress placed Denise so that she rested on her knees and shoulders, her head held at a very strained angle to the body. Headmistress then freed Denise's cock and balls. She tied one end of a steel wire around Denise's cock and the other end around Denise's tongue, making sure there was no slack at all. The position of Denise's head insured that she could do nothing to relieve the stress on her tongue or her cock. Denise began whimpering and uttering little, wet, gurgling noises with pain. These reached almost at scream level as Headmistress added the final piece of punishment before leaving Denise for the night. She took another piece of steel wire, this one hanging from the ceiling, and tied it around Denise's scrotum. Then she removed all slack from this one as well, forcing Denise to strain her body upwards. When Denise's body was in a completely impossible arch and the strain on her balls was unbearable, Headmistress said good night, stepped on the wire connecting Denise's tongue and cock for good measure and left Denise in the darkness.

When Headmistress returned in the morning Denise was completely hysterical with pain and exhaustion. As Headmistress released her from her bindings she collapsed in a heap, lying completely still. This was, however, not good enough for Headmistress. "Get up, you lazy shit!" she shouted at Denise, "Its time learn, so get cracking!" Denise had to be whipped to her feet and as she finally stood, she swayed uncertainly. Her whole body was covered in red welts and the dildo in her ass was so large that it forced her to stand with her legs apart. Her genitals were swelling to a painful size and there wasn't a single spot on her body that didn't hurt. "Before you go off for your nice relaxing classes, I think that it is only appropriate that everyone can see what a disobedient little sissy-shit you are." Headmistress then tied a short steel wire around Denise's scrotum, causing Denise to start sobbing. At the other end of the steel wire she secured a four-pound lead weight. Then she sent Denise off to class with strict instructions not to touch the wire or the weight. The weight swung back and forth like a pendulum as Denise walked awkwardly down the corridors. Not only was walking awkward and difficult, it was also very painful. She spent the rest of the day in daze of fatigue and pain as she got punished even more for failing to keep up with the rest. When she was sealed inside her rubber prison, her cock and balls sealed inside a little bag filled with soothing ointment, she almost instantly fell into a deep sleep. But not before thinking about how much she loved Headmistress and how much she loved the completely uncompromising domination and punishment she administered.

The rest of their time at the academy was spent perfecting their skills and before long their time at the academy was over. Denise was amazed at how quickly time had gone by. The prospect at leaving the school filled her with very mixed emotions. On one hand she looked forward to sucking Master Tony's wonderful cock and the thought of being dominated by her sisters made her shiver with anticipation. The possibility of serving together with her mother and maybe even getting the opportunity to fuck her father, Tammy, filled her with joyful anticipation. But at the same time the thought of leaving Headmistress Regina von Kaltenbrunner filled her with great sadness. She was sure that she would never find a dominant so perfect again, and that her thirst for harsh punishment and intense humiliation could never be fully quelled by anyone else. The mere thought of not seeing Headmistress again made her cry.

Their leaving the academy was, true to form, celebrated with a grand orgy. This one lasted a full day and night and afterwards everyone stayed one final night, resting for the final ceremony. Denise had been thoroughly fucked and beaten at the orgy, as had the others, but she still felt wide-awake as all the sissies lined up along one wall for the final ceremony. Headmistress walked on to the podium, her usual magnificent, dominant self and Denise almost cried seeing her. "Before we let the useless little sissy slaves return to your capable hands," she said to the assembled mistresses and masters, "we would like to leave our mark on the sluts. If any of you should have any objection to having your sissy branded, please speak up now." The sissies were too well trained by now to even move, but Denise heard a few suppressed gasps among her fellow sissies. She herself felt strangely calm. The mistresses and masters had of course been asked a long time ago and none objected. The speech was merely meant to rattle the slaves, which it succeeded admirably in doing.

In corner once again stood the gynecologist's chair with Mistress Hoffmeyer beside it. There was also a large steel bucket filled with burning coals, from which extended the handles of the branding irons. Erica was standing there too, again as a reminder of their status. She looked worn out from long days of torture and desperation and Mistress Rachel thought that it wouldn't surprise her one bit if Erica disappeared after this ceremony. She looked ready to be discarded.

One by one they were strapped into the chair, their legs spread wide. Then Headmistress took a branding iron and burned the school crest into the skin on the inside of their thighs. The branding iron was about two inches in diameter and it made the ungagged sissies emit high-pitched screams as Headmistress held it to their skin. The smell of burning skin soon filled the room. Denise stood in line just before the last one, which was Cindy. As Denise sat strapped in unable to move anything but her head, Headmistress approached with the red-hot branding iron. Just before she pressed it against Denise's skin, she looked Denise in the eyes and whispered: "I will find you and buy you. Then I'll castrate you and I'll torture you worse than any of the others before disposing of you. I promise that I'll be your last owner." Then she pressed the branding iron against the inside of Denise's thigh and Denise screamed as her world exploded with pain.

After that there was only the sound of crying sissies as the owners said goodbye to the staff and prepared their property for the trip home. As usual Denise was gagged, hooded and bound before being thrown into the trunk. Denise cried most of the way home, partly from the pain and partly from being separated from Headmistress. She hoped very much that she would one day be bought by that cruel woman.

Now slave life began in earnest for the sissies. Some were lucky enough to have owners who held on to them for a long time and who treated them well, but most were immediately forced into brutal slave duties wearing them down quickly. None of the owners had paid a lot of money for their training only to allow the little sluts to run around free, and sooner or later all were sold to others or simply died from the harsh life.

For Cindy life as a trainer of Master Rick's muscular sissies began. It was a frustrating life without the promise of reward or even attention, no matter how cruel that attention might be. The only attention she got was when she misbehaved and she only misbehaved once. She had been craving attention since Master Rick hardly looked in her direction. She only performed her duties when he was not around, so she didn't even see him very much. The infraction had been minor but Master Rick had recognized it for the rebellion it had been. Someone who had been through training as rigorous as the one Cindy had been through, did not do such things. So Master Rick decided on showing the useless slut who was in charge once and for all, and he did so with one of his standard methods. He strapped Cindy to a dentist's chair and pulled out all her teeth with a pair of pliers. Cindy tried apologizing, begging and pleading but nothing helped. Soon she was toothless and her craving for attention from Master Rick had been cured.

For a few years she worked hard as trainer of the sissies Master Rick brought home, her life lacking not only sexual release, but also basic human contact. Telling a severely bound and terrified new sissy how to walk and talk did constitute this.

Then one day at a party hosted by Master Rick all that changed. Master Rick had a couple of guests from out of town, Mistress Shawna and her partner/husband Bryce. Mistress Shawna was an absolutely beautiful, black shemale mistress and Bryce was a hunk of a master. Cindy had almost given up hope of ever being sold when Shawna caught her eye. She became aware that both Shawna and Bryce were scrutinizing her. As the evening progress Master Bryce asked Master Rick if he could "try out the little bitch" as he called it. Master Rick agreed and to Cindy's absolute delight Bryce first used her mouth before turning her around and pounding his huge cock up her ass. Cindy loved it and used all she had learned to increase Master Bryce's pleasure. After he had shot his load up her ass, she licked his cock clean with affection as she thanked him. Acting as a footrest for Master Rick for the rest of the evening she overheard the others discussing her future. Mistress Shawna and Master Bryce had exchanged looks and nodded to each other before Mistress Shawna began: "Say Rick, how would you like to sell the little bitch to us?" Master Rick was not at all adverse to the idea, but he would like to know why they were interested? Master Bryce explained: "As you know we deal in slaves just as yourself, and like you we have access to all the slave meat we could want. However, just like you have your favorites, we have our personal slaves, ones we don't sell as soon as they finish training. Or rather Shawna has such a slave." Shawna took over: "For a couple of years I've had a personal slave, Debbie, who was actually an old friend before she became my property. Now we've been thinking that we should have one each. As you can see I'm black and Bryce is white. Debbie is white too, so we thought it would make for a nice piece of symmetry if Bryce's slave was black. And your bitch is approximately the same size and build as Debbie and she seems to have much the same skills. What do you say?" Master Rick looked down at Cindy and said: "You know I don't go for skinny sluts with no muscles tone. The only reason I bought this sissy slave was that she was so obvious feminine. That combined with the training at The Kaltenbrunner Academy made her ideal for training my new slaves. But I find her boring and now I have enough bitches that turn me on and who can actually train the others just as well. So yes. If we can agree on a price, you can have her." Cindy's heart pounded with excitement and hope. Finally a chance for a life as a real sex slave, not just an asexual existence! Shawna asked Rick: "The Kaltenbrunner Academy you say? I've heard good things about their training. Are the rumors true?" Rick chuckled a little as he answered: "I don't know what rumors you are referring to, but training is clearly first class. As for the place itself, I must say that their orgies were quite something. And the woman running that place is without a doubt the most cruel, evil and dominating bitch I have ever laid my eyes on. Man! She is something else." Cindy wanted to speak in agreement, but wisely kept quiet while her price was discussed. At the end of the evening she was put in a straightjacket, gagged and hooded before her legs were strapped together and slung over Bryce's shoulder and carried to their car. Master Rick didn't even offer a parting slap in the face.

The drive to Shawna and Bryce's place was long, but Cindy lay in the trunk dreaming of being a sex object once again so time passed quickly. When her legs were untied and her hood was removed she was in a dungeon again. Over her stood Mistress Shawna and Master Bryce. They both smiled as they stood her up and led her to a figure sitting strapped to a gynecologist's chair her legs spread wide. Master Bryce whispered in her ear: "This is Debbie, your fellow slave. After surgery and training you will be just like her." Cindy screamed with terror, but could not plead as she was still gagged. The figure in the chair had no arms. Its head was completely encased in a thick, red rubber hood and the eyeholes looked like practically no light could enter. Her head was held completely rigid by a severe neck corset and her waist was constricted in a way Cindy had thought impossible. Both corsets were red. The waist was only nine inches and had a six-inch pipe stem. On top of that rested a pair truly monstrous tits, pierced through the nipples. The breasts were constricted with an intricate harness, which not only held them but tortured them in a small way as well. The nipple rings were connected to the neck corset with steel wire and together these acted as a kind of bra, holding up the monster tits. The cock was severely chastised in much the same way as Cindy's own. On Debbie's feet were red, ballet-toed boots with no heel, so small that Cindy scarcely thought it possible. Cindy wanted to run away, but was far too late now. Shawna whispered into her other ear: "Debbie here is allowed to cum, after a fashion, once in a while. We thought that you should be shown how." As Cindy watched Shawna then took a number of needles with electrical wires attached to one end. She freed Debbie cock and balls and inserted the needles into Debbie's cock, balls and behind her scrotum. Even strapped in as she was, Debbie managed to thrash a little. Oddly she emitted no sound. Bryce explained this as Shawna continued working: "Debbie can't scream since her gag goes all the way down her throat, past her vocal cords. She breathes through a tiny hole in the gag and she is fed through this as well. It only comes out when she gives head to someone. Like you she has no teeth and she has a very long tongue, as will you have. The special lenses that cover her eyes distort the view of the world so that she can't really see anything but vague shadows. The only thing she is really trained to see is Shawna. Her ears are of course plugged so she can't hear anything either. When Debbie is not sealed up in her own little cupboard, and trust me, it is tiny, she must follow Shawna around, always staying a few paces behind her. When Debbie's corset and hood is changed and she is washed, it takes places in a room full of flashing lights and loud noises so that she can never really see or hear anything." Cindy whimpered with fear, her eyes imploring Bryce no to do thins to her. Bryce saw the look and smiled even wider: "But of course I'm going to do this to you. You are just a worthless slave sissy. You should be pleased that someone takes and interest in you." Cindy began to cry. In the meantime Shawna had finished sticking needles into Debbie. She picked up the control box the wires were connected to and threw a switch. Debbie's whole body tried to shake and thrash, but the straps held her down and after a short while a quite amazing amount of semen spurted out of her cock. It did not look like it was an enjoyable experience. Cindy was absolutely paralyzed with fear. This was too harsh. It couldn't happen to her.

But it did. A few months later Cindy had assumed her position as Bryce's personal slave. In all respects she was like Debbie: no arms, practically no waist, all her senses cut off and her mind filled with only one thought: please Master Bryce. Her mind, what little there was left after the brutal training and massive surgery, was broken when she had her first "orgasm". Having the needles inserted was painful enough, but when the current came on her whole being was filled with pain as the semen pumped out of her, without providing the slightest amount of pleasure or even a proper release. Her contact with the outside was limited to having sex and even here it was just her tongue making contact with a dick or a pussy or her ass being filled by something. Sometimes she felt other bodies against her own and she loved this, since it was her only real contact with the outside world. Cindy lived the rest of her life like this, and it was a long time. Neither Shawna nor Bryce was the type to discard slaves at a whim and both liked the pair of armless slaves. For Debbie and Cindy this meant a lifetime of sensory deprivation and an existence with only one purpose please their mistress and master.

Chapter 8

For Denise her life as a fully trained slave began with a stay at Mistress Rachel's house before joining the twins' household. Since it was their idea to turn her into the sissy she now was, it was agreed that she would be their slave. But as the twins were moving out of Mistress Rachel's house and into their own as Denise returned, she would have to stay with Mistress Rachel until they had settled in.

The twins had just finished high school and were about to start college and they had just gotten a place of their own. Or perhaps calling it their own was a bit much although they would soon have the paperwork to prove it. While Denise had been perfecting her skills a slave, the twins had been perfecting their skills as mistresses. Because Rachel could afford it the twins went to a rather posh high school were most of the kids were quite rich. One of these rich kids was Miranda Richardson, although everyone called her Mandy. Mandy was a real beauty: tall, blonde with blue eyes and a killer body. She was also a lesbian. Now this should not have been a problem for her, but it was. Her father was dead, but her mother ruled the house with an iron fist and she would not tolerate any other future than the one she had in mind. The future she had in mind for Mandy was finding a husband, producing some kids and living out life as a mom in the rich suburbs. No matter how Mandy tried to suggest that she didn't really want this she failed. Her mother would brook no argument on the matter. As a consequence Mandy went through life timidly, afraid to make any female friends because she might fall for them and unwilling to make male friends because she loathed the idea of having sex with one. She was very alone and shunned others. But she couldn't hide either, since her mother insisted on her participating in various activities at school and she had forced Mandy to become a cheerleader. Her mother also insisted on Mandy looking her best all the time, so Mandy went through school with perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect make-up and of course a perfect body. She was miserable.

For the twins she was just a gorgeous piece of ass they had to have. With their usual persistence they finally managed to corner her in the locker rooms after cheerleader practice.

It was late and the school practically deserted. They made sure that they would not be disturbed, by posting a guard at the door. Helen Robinson stood guard outside while the twins set about seducing Mandy. Helen's whole life now revolved around the twins and there seemed to be no depth she was unwilling to go to for them. She now lived in Mistress Rachel's basement, giving her entire salary to the twins just as she had given them her pension. They controlled her entire life and when during the weekend when she wasn't at work, the twins usually used her as a toilet.

Inside the locker room Mandy was just about to get out of the shower when the twins entered. Mandy had noticed the twin eyeing her and she had had to work hard to control her own fantasies about them. Now they stood in the shower, barefooted and only wearing little summer dresses as Mandy herself tried to cover her gorgeous body in a bath towel. Jocelyn asked her: "Well Mandy. I think we all need a shower after such a warm day, don't you?" Mandy stammered as she saw Jocelyn beginning to undress: "I, I, I have already showered." Joanna took over: "Tish-tosh. You can never get clean enough. We think that you should take a shower with us. It might loosen you up a little." Both twins giggled as they dropped their clothes. Mandy stammered a few more protests before she gave up and joined the twins under the shower. At first it was actually almost innocent. The twins stood on either side and threw water at each other and Mandy, but pretty soon the twins stood so close that Mandy could feel their breath on her skin in spite of the water. Then to her surprise they leaned towards each other and kissed right in front of Mandy's face. When they finished kissing they turned towards Mandy with eyes burning with desire. Mandy had been completely transfixed by their kissing. It was like something out of her fantasies. That the twin now began kissing and caressing her was also part of her fantasies.

Mandy had had a female lover before, but it had been a short relationship that broke apart because of Mandy's refusal to come out in the open. It had been a year ago and ever since then Mandy had tried to muster courage enough to confront her mother or at least start a relationship, which was not dominated by her fear of exposure. But now the twins were starting something, which Mandy neither could nor would stop.

At first the twins were only interested in straight sex with Mandy and their relationship became a series of clandestine meetings, which all ended in steamy sex. The twins did not enslave everyone they met and enjoyed the odd bit of "straight tail" as they dubbed it. It was actually Mandy herself who introduced the bondage aspect in their relationship. They were in her bedroom chatting a little before the serious business of fucking began. This had become their habit and both twins actually liked Mandy a great deal. She was a sweet girl, if very repressed. She was visibly nervous and they figured she had something on her mind. Finally she mustered the courage to ask: "I..I.. I was wondering if you had any experience in..in tying up someone and then having sex with them?" Her face turned completely red and she looked down as she waited for the answer. Joanna and Jocelyn exchanged a look. This was promising. Joanna started cautiously: "If you mean bondage, we might know a little." Mandy looked expectantly at the twins as Jocelyn spoke: "It so happens that Joanna and I have tried a little bondage and even a little S&M. Why?" Again Mandy had to muster the courage, but finally she removed a pair of cheap handcuffs from a gym bag at the foot of the bed and said in the tiniest of voices: "I was wondering if we could try? I mean you tying me up?" She looked up hopefully at the twins who both grinned broadly. "Oh, I think we can work something out," said Joanna, "But throw that cheap shit away." "There are better things to tie you up with right here in the bedroom." Jocelyn finished. Mandy looked completely surprised that the twins should be so knowledgeable, but her surprise didn't stop them from quickly tying her spread eagle on her own bed. They had used nylon stockings they found in her drawers. Then they began teasing her naked and defenseless body, bring her close to cuming only to pull away at the last second. The denial drove Mandy wild and she gladly ate both their pussies as they took turns sitting on her face. They stuffed a pair of her own used panties into her mouth and tied them in place using yet another nylon stocking and to top it off they pulled nylon stockings down over her head, three layers in all. This restricted her vision somewhat and made her breathing a bit labored. Both things turned out to turn Mandy on in a big way. The twins then brought her to a series of massive orgasms before continuing with the light torture. Each of the twins found a belt and began using them too whip Mandy slightly, first her thighs and then her tits. They alternated the whipping and caressing before bringing her to a final series of thundering orgasms. Mandy had aftershocks for several minutes as the twins lay against her on either side, gently caressing her breasts. Mandy had loved every second of and she felt a deep affection for the twins. She was definitely falling in love with them.

After they released her, they snuggled up in bed on either side of her. Occasionally one of them would slip a couple of fingers into Mandy's pussy and make her cum and occasionally they would make love lying on top of her. She tried to move away but the twins wanted her there and held her there. Mandy knew that siblings shouldn't have sex with each other, but she found the twins' lovemaking enormously sexy.

Their lust temporarily sated as the time of Mandy's mothers return and their departure approached, they talked as they dressed. Mandy stammered that she would like for them to do more things like this to her and that she didn't mind if they were much harsher. Joanna asked her if what she was talking about was sexual slavery? Mandy timidly said that it might be. Jocelyn said that they both liked her very much and that they would only make her their slave if she really wanted it, but she should know that slavery would involve intense pain, constant humiliation, forced chastity and complete loss of control over her own life. Mandy shivered at this. The thought of being kept as a slave by these two turned her on more than she would admit. For Mandy slavery had the attraction of not having to make decisions for herself. She had wanted to stand up to her mother all her life, but was too weak to do so. If someone else controlled her life she wouldn't have to make that kind of decisions. Joanna and Jocelyn kissed Mandy and said that next time they came around, they would give her a preview of what slavery would be like. It was perhaps best if they could do it over a weekend to make it as realistic as possible.

A few weeks later the opportunity arose as Mandy's mother went away for the weekend. After school Mandy went home to await the arrival of the twins. She sat on the couch in the living room, dressed in her designer jeans, designer sneakers and designer sweater nervously looking at the front door. When at last the doorbell rang, she jumped up and ran to the door. As she opened it she saw the twins as she had never seen them before. Both wore black leather coats going all the way down to their ankles and on their feet were black, knee-high, high-heeled boots with seven-inch stilettos. The leather of the boots was shiny and clung tightly to their legs without a hint of laces or zipper. Underneath their coat they wore black, leather mini skirts and black, leather tops accentuating their perfect, little breasts. Their black hair was pulled back into tight ponytails and they wore dark make-up making them look even more menacing. They wore black, leather gloves and each carried a large black duffel bag. Mandy was speechless. This was far more sexy and serious than she had expected, but she got no more time to think about it. Joanna stepped forward and slapped Mandy so hard that she fell: "Is this how you greet your Mistresses? Useless slut! Greet us properly." Jocelyn added her part: "And why the hell are you dressed as a normal person? A whore should be dressed as one or at the very least be naked!" Mandy fumbled and stammered as she tried to figure out what the correct way of greeting them was while undressing at the same time. The twins "helped" her by brandishing riding crops and beginning to whip her. When she had her jeans around her ankles and had removed her sweater and T-shirt, her upper body only clad in her bra, they ordered her to crawl into the living room on all fours. Along the way they continued whipping her. It was terribly confusing, very humiliating and painful as well. It made Mandy wet. As they instructed her in how to worship their feet, they noticed that her nipples were fully erect and her breathing had become ragged. Just to test how excited the bitch was, Jocelyn rammed the handle of her whip up Mandy's pussy. Mandy moaned with desire and the handle of the whip was dripping with her juices. The twins smiled at each other. Mandy really was a natural. If this really was what she wanted, she had the potential for becoming their slave for a very long time. Both Joanna and Jocelyn found Mandy very sweet; not a person to enslave against her will, but if she would submit willingly she had fantastic potential. They would soon find out.

More whipping of Mandy's bare ass only increased her excitement, so the twins moved on. They made her crawl to the upstairs bathroom, her jeans still around her ankles, and there they cuffed her hands together and secured them above her head in the shower stall. Informing her that slaves should be really naked, they shaved her pussy. Mandy offered feeble protests, but Jocelyn slapped her face until she shut up, her eyes overflowing with tears while at the same time burning with lust. She almost came when Joanna ran the razor over her skin the first time and when Joanna cupped her naked sex after the shave, not even rubbing against her skin, Mandy did cum. The twin decided to turn it up a notch and gave Mandy a series of brutal enemas, which made her plead for mercy and cry. After the enemas they washed her thoroughly, using only cold water and dragging it out. When they released her shivering form she crawled to their feet and thanked them, licking the soles of their shoes with fervor as she asked them for more.

The twins did indeed give her more. Securing her hands above her head they dressed her in her first slave outfit: A wide, black leather collar, a brutally restrictive, black leather corset and a pair of black, stilettos with six-inch heels and locking ankle straps. Her arms were put into a black leather armbinder; its straps criss-crossing her chest. Mandy moaned with passion as she was pushed to her knees and forced to service the twins orally. Jocelyn secured a chain to the tip of Mandy's armbinder and looped the other end of the chain round a beam in the ceiling. As she pulled the chain Mandy was forced to bend over at the waist as her arms were pulled up. The twins then donned huge, black strap-ons. Jocelyn fucked Mandy's face, repeatedly making her deep throat the strap-on for so long that she almost panicked because of the lack of air. While Jocelyn fucked Mandy's ass, Joanna popped her anal cherry. Mandy had never had something shoved up her ass, but seeing how much of a masochistic slut she was, Joanna saw no reason to play it nice. She simply lubed up her strap-on and Mandy's ass before beginning to pound it with long, hard strokes. If Mandy had been able to scream she would have, but her throat was stuffed with Jocelyn's strap-on, preventing her from making any sound. As it was the pain only made her even more wet.

Nothing the twins did to Mandy failed to turn her on. Not even when they shit on the floor and made her eat it, did she object. Rather she wallowed in her subjugation and by Sunday afternoon the twins knew that Mandy would be a slave for the rest of her life. It was only a matter of whose slave she would be, and since they liked her a lot, she might as well belong to them. For Mandy the matter was clear. From the moment she had first laid eyes on the two dominatrixes, she had known that she was a slave. Every single physical punishment and humiliation that followed only reinforced her knowledge that she was born to be a slave. And she longed to be enslaved by the twins. She found the shit she had to eat utterly disgusting, but savored every bite as a means of showing what a lowly slut she was and just how far she would go to please them.

When they were done with her for the weekend, they untied her and washed her before tucking her into bed. Sitting on either side of her, trapping her arms beneath the blanket they gently caressed her face before Jocelyn spoke to her: "You belong to us now, you worthless slave-slut and from now on and for the rest of your life you will not make an independent decision." Mandy cried with relief and gratitude as Jocelyn announced this. "You will finish high-school before giving up your life completely," Joanna said and then addressed Mandy's greatest fear: "And don't worry about your mother. We'll take care of her." With that the twins accepted Mandy's thanks and left her to rest.

Mandy's mother was a bit puzzled that her daughter had gone to bed several hours early, but didn't think too much about it.

In the weeks that followed Mandy's life quietly became more and more controlled by the twins until she made no decisions for herself. The twins supplied her with a cream, which removed all of her body hair. They made sure that she never wore bras again and that a butt plug was always lodged in her ass, just as a couple of Ben-wa balls were always in her pussy. The stimulation Mandy sure that Mandy was incredibly horny all the time, but the twins also decreed that she could only cum when they permitted her to do so. They furthermore ordered her to masturbate at least three times while at school and at least four times while at home, without cuming of course. To make sure that their orders were obeyed, they gave Mandy a special watch. In the watch were pulse- and blood pressure monitors and a small computer. The twins had recorded the way in which Mandy's pulse and blood pressure behaved when she came, and the computer was set to recognize this pattern. If the computer recognized the pattern it sent an SMS to the twins cell phone alerting them of Mandy's breach of orders and swift and brutal punishment would follow.

Mandy was kept on the edge for weeks and months without being allowed to cum. Constantly aroused her nipples now seemed to be erect all the time and she had to dry the insides of her thighs for juices several times a day. Had the twins not bossed her around, making her do her homework and behave like nothing had happened, she would have been unable to do anything but think about sex. Every time she saw the twins she would beg and plead to allowed to cum and every time the twins' reply would be "no" followed by some new punishment or humiliation.

When the twins had removed the last remnant of independence from Mandy, they decided it was time to deal with her mother.

Mandy's mother, Angela, had felt no desire to remarry after her husband's death. This was in spite of the fact that she was both physically and economically desirable. She simply preferred being the boss. Controlling Mandy was simple; the girl was sweet and Angela loved her daughter, but she had no taste, no flair and of course no spine. She had to be guided, as Angela liked to call her iron-fisted control of Mandy.

So Angela was a not only surprised, but extremely dismayed by the sight that met her one Friday afternoon when she came back from a shopping trip to town. In her living room were two girls, whom she only after a couple of seconds recognized as the twins from Mandy's class. They looked very different now than they had in school. Both wore full body rubber suits; Jocelyn's red and Joanna's white. They wore knee-high, black, lace-up stiletto boots with six-inch heels and both wore black rubber gloves. Both sported a gigantic, black strap-on and both brandished riding crops. Mandy was the object of their attention. She was kneeling, her upper body bent over and tied to a low table. She wore only a pair of black, high-heeled shoes with locking ankle straps, a black corset and a black collar. From her ass protruded a very large dildo and the twins stood on either side of her whipping her ass, which was already a deep red color. Tears ran down her face as she cried out with each blow, but neither her facial expression nor the timbre of her voice betrayed pain. Rather she looked and sounded like she loved it. As the twins saw Angela they stopped their whipping and turned their attention to her. Mandy let out a sigh of disappointment as the whips left her bruised ass. Angela was too shocked to speak as the twin approached her, their strap-ons pointing aggressively at her. "Hello Angela, you dumb bitch." Joanna started. "We've been expecting you. Things are about to change around here." Jocelyn finished. With that they pounced on her. They were much too strong and much too fast for the shocked Angela and soon her hands were cuffed behind her back and a massive ball-gag kept her quiet. The twins cut away her clothes before leaving her on the floor as they moved towards Mandy. "Before we deal with you, we're going to show you what Mandy is really like." Jocelyn smirked. "You are going to do the same thing, whether you like it or not." Joanna added. Then they freed Mandy and told her that they needed to take a dump. Mandy obediently crawled over to Jocelyn's ass and Jocelyn squatted a little before dumping her load in Mandy's mouth. To Angela's horror and disgust her daughter ate the shit and went on to lick Jocelyn's ass clean before drinking her piss. After that she did the same thing for Joanna. Her task finished, she lowered her head to her mistresses' feet and thanked them. Joanna patted her on the head and told her to sit in the corner and play with herself until told otherwise, but that she was forbidden to cum. Mandy crawled to the corner, assumed a strained sitting position (the dildo in her ass made sitting normally impossible) and began to masturbate. Angela was absolutely horrified. These monsters had turned her daughter into a masochistic freak! And now they were coming for her. They were indeed coming for her. Over the next days they tortured her ruthlessly and subjected her to more pain than she had imagined existed. At the same time she was constantly and mercilessly humiliated. As Monday came and Mandy went to school, Angela lay tied up in her own bed. The twins tied her up in a straightjacket made of thick, black rubber. In her mouth was a huge black ball-gag and her head was encased in a thick, black rubber hood. Her ears were plugged so she couldn't hear a thing. On her feet were a pair of stiletto boots; ankle high with seven-inch heels and her legs were tied together with a tight, black rubber sheath. She was strapped to the bed itself and was unable to move, except to toss her head. In her ass and pussy were monster dildos and the twins had turned them on just before leaving her. Unlike Mandy, Angela was not a submissive and she had hated everything the twins had done to her. She was close to breaking and submitting to them out of sheer terror of the punishments they would otherwise inflict on her, but she wasn't quite there yet. But the dildos proved to be a devilish assault on her defenses. She was cut off from the rest of the world and the dildos were the only sensation in her rubber prison. Slowly her resistance faltered and she began to enjoy it, much against her will. When Mandy and the twin came to release her in the evening, she was screaming her orgasms against her gag, her whole body one mass of orgasmic slave flesh.

The twins teased her relentlessly with what a slut she had proven to be as they continued their efforts to break her completely. They introduced her to the slave suit she would wear for the rest of her life. All her hair, including the hair on her head and her eyebrows were permanently removed. Then they put her in a black, rubber suit, which covered her whole body. Her waist was constricted by a brutal, black corset, as was her neck. Her hands were put into to stiff, cone-like mittens preventing her from picking anything up using only one hand. On her head was a thick, black rubber hood with a pair of special openings for her to see through. The eyepieces were metal tubes, about an inch long, with dark glass at the ends. They made her vision dark and tunnel-like. In her mouth and throat was a very long penis gag with a small hole through the center. The gag went all the way down her throat preventing her from making any sound and the hole was needed for Angela to breathe. On her feet were ballet-toed boots, without heels. In her ass was a huge butt plug held in place by a strap going through her crotch. This strap was secured to a belt around her waist and acted like a chastity belt also, since it prevented her, or anyone else, from touching her pussy. Her wrists were connected by an eight-inch chain, as were her ankles. The chain between her ankles was also connected to her chastity belt and the connecting chain was so short that she had to remain kneeling. For the rest of her life Angela crawled around scrubbing floor by hand, licking toilet bowls clean and, most importantly, acting as a toilet. Her daughter was ordered never to shit anywhere else but in her mother's mouth. Angela hated every second of it, but the twins had broken her after only two weeks of pain and humiliation.

The final straw came one Saturday afternoon, when they left her alone in the hall to clean the floor. They had left the door open so that she could escape if she really wanted to. And she did want to. Since she was unable to get free from the slave suit, she crawled out the door and down the street. The house was huge and sat at the end of a small, secluded road. It had an enormous garden surrounded by high walls and the closest neighbor was more than half a mile away. It was a scorching hot day and Angela sweated like a pig in her restrictive rubber suit. Her restricted vision made finding her way extremely difficult and crawling on her hands and knees it took her almost an hour to crawl to the doorstep of her neighbor, Diane Sampson. Diane had been Angela's friend since Angela and Mandy had moved into the neighborhood. When Diane opened the door and saw the bound figure on her doorstep she looked shocked. She had responded to a knocking sound. Since Angela couldn't stand up she had knocked the door using her head. "Dear me." Diane exclaimed: "Who are you and why are you tied up like that?" Angela couldn't even mewl because of the penis gag in her throat, but she tried to communicate as she shook her head. Diane saw her gag and to Angela's great relief she removed it. Angela immediately spoke: "Diane, you have to help me. They are holding Mandy and me captive. They are doing unspeakable things to us. Please." Diane looked very concerned as she recognized the voice: "Dear God, is that you Angela?" she asked. "Yes Diane, you have to help us." Diane nodded: "Of course dear. Crawl in, so they can't see that you are here and I'll see what I can do." Angela thought that this was a strange non-committal answer, but obliged and crawled inside as Diane closed the door behind her. Instead of trying to free her Diane went to the phone immediately as Angela begged to be released: "Please Diane. Can't you free me from this suit?" Diane looked impatient as she dialed while she answered her: "In a moment dear, in a moment." She finished dialing and after a few seconds someone obviously replied as Diane spoke into the phone: "Hello dear. It's Diane. I'm afraid that the snooty little bitch has run away and is here now." Angela was shocked speechless at these words and it only became worse: "What Joanna? You let her escape so that I could have some fun with her? How delightful! Is it all right if I keep her for a few hours before returning her? Excellent! Thank you very much. It's so sweet of you. Bye now. See you later." Then she hung up and turned to Angela, who had begun crying. In a voice that was all sweetness and light Diane said: "Yes, you stupid cunt, I'm in on it too. I've wanted to see you reduced to your current state in quite a while. Those twins are really a very sweet pair. So good of them to lend you out for a few hours. Come along now bitch. Time to earn your keep." She fixed a leash to Angela's collar and dragged the sobbing slave into her living room.

When the twins had decided that they would take care of Mandy's mom, they had also decided that her house would be a perfect place to settle. It fulfilled all the requirements of a slave training facility, such as the one they planned on having: it was outside town, secluded and private, the nearest neighbor far away. But still it was best if the neighbors were in on it, so they began checking them out. Or rather they began checking her out, because apart from Diane the nearest neighbor was over two miles away. Aunt Rachel helped them and she instantly recognized the name. Diane Sampson had been a professional dominatrix for years before retiring and Rachel knew her quite well. So they all went to see her and explained to her what they planned. Diane was delighted. She only pretended to like the intolerably snobbish Angela because the outwards appearance of friendship would keep her prying eyes away. And Diane did have something to hide.

About a year before Angela moved in next-door Diane had married. She had been in her late fifties and he had been in his very early twenties. Diane was obviously rich and the guy had been a gold-digger, pure and simple. However, the poor guy had gotten much more than he bargained for and now he lived as a slave in Diane's basement whenever she had company. When there was no one around he acted as Diane's maid. She had enslaved him in the most brutal manner possible, using no special techniques to make him enjoy his position, but rather using brute force and raw pain to break him. Once he was broken she had surgery performed on him to make his face feminine, remove his Adam's apple, change his voice and make his hands and feet smaller. She made him ultra feminine, except for one thing: He got no breasts. His hips were full and wide and he had an inviting ass, but his chest was completely flat. She shipped him off to friends where he was gang-raped for days on end, used as a toilet and tortured until his voice broke. When his training was finished he was completely obedient and had even forgotten his original name. He/she now only answered to the name "Slut". Slut stood in the living room waiting for her mistress. She had beautiful brown hair, gathered in a ponytail and going all the way down to her gorgeous ass. Her full, red lips encircled a big, black ball-gag and a neck corset ensured that she held her head in the correct posture. She was severely corseted, her waist no more than fourteen inches, with a black, leather corset extending from just above her hips to just below her nipples, which were pierced with large steel rings. Her legs were clad in black rubber stockings held up with a mass of garters coming down from her corset and on her feet were black, ankle high boots, ballet-toed with nine-inch stilettos. Her wrists and ankles were connected by eight-inch chains and from her ass protruded one end of a very large butt plug. Her cock and balls were held in a small, black sphere made from thick, black rubber reinforced with a steel wire mesh and held in place by a steel wire tightened very tightly around the base of her cock, encircling the scrotum. Diane never allowed Slut to cum, preferring instead to whip Slut's genitals for sport. Slut had tried pleading for release, but Diane was unmoved; she didn't think the useless bastard should be allowed to cum, ever. Slut stood completely still, staring at the floor, looking very scared when Diane entered. Just the way Diane wanted it. Whenever Slut acquired some familiarity with her situation and began to adjust, Diane would plunge her to new depths, inflicting even more pain on her than before, just to keep her in a state of perpetual terror. She had succeeded completely with this tactic. Slut was terrified of her mistress every minute of every day.

Now Slut stood by as Diane had a little sport with Angela. "I've wanted to hear you scream for a long time, you stuck up bitch," Diane said just before she turned Angela's tits into pincushions. Since she didn't take Angela's heavy rubber suit off first, she used thick, sharp needles, which she pressed through the rubber. When Angela's breasts looked just like overfilled pincushions and Angela was screaming and begging, Diane made her lick pussy. The sobbing Angela licked for a long time and when Diane told her to stop, it was only to take up position behind Angela to paddle her ass mercilessly. After a good, long session of this Angela was again ordered to eat Diane's pussy before finally being forced to drink her piss. While Angela cried and sobbed, Diane reinserted her gag and grabbed her leash to lead her back to the twins. Just before leading Angela out the door, Diane stopped and turned towards Slut. She dropped the leash and instead grabbed one of Slut's nipple rings with one hand and Slut's imprisoned member with the other and hissed: "When I get back I'm going to beat your useless, little cock until you pass out. Then I'm going to whip it some more. Get your worthless ass down in the dungeon, get my most sturdy riding crop and wait for me." With that she gave Slut's genitals a vicious squeeze, grabbed Angela's leash and led her out the door. Slut screamed behind her gag before scampering down into the dungeon as fast as she could. Slut had hoped that Mistress Diane would went most of her anger on Angela today and leave Slut in relative peace, but it seemed that the punishment session had had the exact opposite effect and Slut cried with fear as she got out the long and heavy riding crop. She took up position, holding out the crop before her for Mistress Diane to take and waited for her return.

While Slut stood shaking with fear in her basement, Diane led Angela back to what was now effectively the twins' house. It took a good long while with Angela crawling back the way she had come, but Diane passed time by occasionally whipping Angela or making her cry even harder by commenting on what a complete and utter slave-slut she was. When she was led back into the house Angela was almost completely broken. She did break completely when the twins punished her for trying to escape. They first pulled out all her nails on both her hands and her feet. Then they each took a large hammer and smashed her left hand and her feet before finally squeezing them into new a mitten and new boots, which were much smaller than they had previously been. Inside the boots and the mitten her hand and her feet healed into the shape of the prison they had been inserted into, after which they were completely useless for anything but crawling around on the floor with.

Eventually her right hand was smashed and shaped in the same way, but the twins needed Angela's right hand two days later when there was a meeting of the twins' lawyer and Angela's. Here documents were drawn up, which signed over everything Angela and Mandy owned to the twins. The lawyers got an extra-large fee for ignoring the fact that what they were doing was illegal and Angela's lawyer in particular got a kick out of seeing the stuck up bitch sitting obediently in the corner completely encased in rubber, waiting to sign away everything she owned, effectively her own life as well. When the paperwork had been dealt with Angela crawled out to the car and lying in the trunk she was driven back to what was no longer her house. Here the twins pulled out the nails of her right hand before smashing it like the left one. Angela lived out the rest of her life as a crawling floor scrubber and barely human toilet. She didn't even receive sexual release, as the twins didn't think she deserved it.

As for Mandy, she also lived out the rest of her life as the twins' slave, but very differently than her mother. Mandy graduated from high school just as the twins had ordered her to, but whereas the twins attended the nearby college, Mandy took up her position as fulltime slave. She tried all the slave duties the twins could think of: maid, toilet, furniture, garbage can, ashtray and so forth, before she finally settled into what would be her role for the rest of her life: the role of pony girl. As their abilities evolved the twins specialized: Jocelyn specialized in producing pain slaves, slaves made exclusively to be tortured, while Joanna specialized in making pets; dogs, cats and ponies.

Mandy responded very well to pony training and Joanna decided to keep her as one permanently. Her feet were put into special boots, like platform boots, but without the heel and the sole ending in a horseshoe. They forced Mandy to stand on her toes all the time. She was corseted, but not so severely that she had real trouble breathing when she ran, and she was of course collared. Her head was shaved except for a thin stripe, from which a braided Mohawk was made. Her nose and tits were of course ringed. Finally her arms were removed, since she no longer needed them and she looked much more like a pony with smooth, armless shoulders.

Mandy loved the slave life, loved having to make no decisions at all and after some time the twins noticed a change in her. She effectively lost her human persona after a while. The twins had given her the name "Golden Fury" after an old pony girl story they read and soon she responded only to this name. She also gradually lost her ability to read. Joanna made an obstacle course for the pony and on the course were some signs with instructions for Golden Fury to read. Joanna noticed that it took Golden Fury longer and longer to read them until she seemed completely unable to. In the end she just ran past them and Joanna had to abandon giving her written instructions altogether. Joanna also had to simplify the language she used around her as her ability to understand longer sentences seemed to diminish over time until Joanna could only communicate with her with the simplest of instructions. Mandy happily lived out her life as Golden Fury, completely and joyfully abandoning her old life. Joanna decided that since horses didn't sleep lying down, neither should Golden Fury. In practice this meant that Golden Fury spent the rest of her lie standing. At night a pole rising out of the floor was rammed up her ass, forcing her to stand up all night. The twin denied her sexual release for months and years at a time and when they finally made her cum she cried with gratitude. Every morning when she took her daily dump, Angela crawled in under her to eat her shit but Golden Fury was too far-gone to even recognize her mother. In any case it was hard to see Angela as anything but a barely human rubber doll, so perhaps Golden Fury's lack of recognition was understandable.

Chapter 9

When Denise returned from the academy all this was taking place without her knowing about it. She started her new life as a maid in Mistress Rachel and Master Tony's house alongside her mother, Susanna.

Susanna had in the meantime developed into a complete slave, craving punishment and humiliation constantly. The slightest bit of attention from Mistress Rachel made her heart leap with joy, even if the attention involved brutal punishment or ruthless humiliation. A daily highlight for Susanna was when Mistress Rachel squatted over her face in the morning and made her eat shit. Not that she liked shit as such, but the enormous humiliation of having to eat her sister's shit turned her on and it was a golden opportunity to show Mistress Rachel that she, Susanna, was nothing but a worthless shit-eating slave who loved being owned. One thing that turned Susanna on more than anything else was being filled to the bursting point. She was happiest when her ass, pussy and mouth were packed so full that she thought she was going burst. This in time meant some rather drastic changes in her body. All her teeth had been knocked out during one of these sessions, leaving her smooth-gummed. Her ass had been widened so much that she could no longer hold shit; her sphincter was broken. Her pussy had also become huge and flabby and the process had also damaged her urinary tract so she couldn't even hold her piss. The obvious solution would have been to plug her two nether orifices, but since she loved being filled to the bursting point, this was not a solution. Instead Mistress Rachel had opted for a more humiliating approach. Susanna was now constantly diapered. She always moved around wearing a diaper, the outer layer of which was white rubber. Since she couldn't hold anything back it was always full of a most disgusting mixture of urine and shit, and as a consequence she suffered from constant diaper rash. At the end of each day she had to eat the contents of her diaper.

Susanna was assigned to do all the really dirty housework, but because she was so much around shit she was never allowed into the cleaner parts of the house, notably the kitchen and the living room. Her uniform was simple: black shoes with seven-inch heels and locking ankle straps, eight-inch chains connecting her ankles and wrists, a severe black corset and a collar. In her mouth was a large black ball-gag and of course she wore a diaper all the time. Her head had been shaved and she was now permanently bald.

Neither Rachel nor Tony were really into scat and used it mostly as a means for humiliating Susanna. Combined with the fact that Susanna's openings became more and more flabby and less and less inviting, this meant that they began to loose interest in her. Actually it was a bit of a problem for them since the twins had given them Helen Robinson. Because Helen Robinson had developed the same way, into a shit-eating slut who craved being filled to the bursting point. Helen had quit school after the twins graduated and now she lived the exact same life as Susanna, as a slave eating her own shit out of her diaper. Rachel and Tony definitely did not find it very sexy and struggled for long time with what to do with them.

After a year they finally turned them both into permanent toilets. This involved very extensive surgery. When the new toilets returned from Dr. Jacobsen they looked exactly the same: Both had had their arms and legs removed as well as their ears. Since no one would see them or use them for sexual purposes, they had also had their breasts removed. Their jaws had been wrenched apart, a steel ring inserted along the edge holding their mouths permanently open and their heads had been bent over backwards so that their mouths pointed straight up and had been fixed in that position using so rather drastic steel inserts. No one wanted a speaking toilet so their vocal cords had been removed and as they were going to spend the rest of their lives in darkness their eyes had also been removed. They were mounted inside a box with an opening surrounded by a seat, thus making up a toilet. Their mouths were directly beneath the opening, which had a funnel insuring that all the shit wound up in their mouths, ready to receive whatever came. Their tongues had been elongated so that they could lick the ass of the user clean after he or she had finished. In their noses were tubes connected to a hole right behind the seat so that they could breathe. Inside the box they were held in place by a number of brutal steel straps secured to the steel rods holding the box together and hoses were inserted into their nether orifices to remove their own waste. The only maintenance they required was a handful of vitamin- and nourishment pills flushed down with some clean water once a day so that they stayed alive, and once a week the sides of the box were removed and the toilets cleaned with a high-pressure hose. Although it seemed strange both slaves had been broken to an extent that they accepted this without question, feeling that it was natural that they should be treated thus since they were so lowly.

After three years like that Susanna died when an especially fat Mistress sat down and blocked the breathing hole while at the same time taking a dump that went on forever. Susanna simply died from lack of air. Helen lived as a toilet for five more years after Susanna's death, her mind long since gone from the constant confinement and shit eating. She died when a not too bright Mistress threw a sanitary napkin into the toilet and Helen choked trying to swallow it.

But when Denise arrived back from the academy both Susanna and Helen were just running around as bald, shit-eating slaves who were constantly diapered. Although they were not allowed to speak to each other, they had developed a strange affection for each other and constantly tried touch, an infraction that was punished daily.

Denise assumed the role of maid in the household, if only temporarily. Mistress Rachel had discussed Denise with the twins and her maids uniform and her duties in Mistress Rachel's house would be essentially the same as they would be in the twins house once they got settled in. On her feet were white, lacey, ankle socks and her shoes were shiny, black plastic shoes with seven-inch stilettos and locking ankle straps. Her uniform was made from black satin with white lace edges and a small, white apron. It only just reached below her panty-line and if Denise bent over even slightly, her pretty, white silk panties were in plain view. The uniform had a cutout insuring that Denise's tits hung out in the open, framed prettily by a white, lace edge. Under the uniform she wore a severe corset, reducing her waist to fifteen inches with a four-inch pipe stem. Around her neck was a broad, shiny steel collar and on her hands were delicate, white lace gloves. Her wrists and ankles were shackled in shiny steel connected by chains no more than six inches long, insuring tiny mincing steps and finely choreographed movements from Denise whatever she did. She was gagged with a big penis gag extending almost into her throat, held in place by a broad, black leather strap. Naturally her member was chastised constantly and pulled back between her legs insuring a smooth crotch. In her ass resided a large butt plug and covering it all was a sanitary napkin, so that Denise's constant dribbling of pre-cum wouldn't soil the pretty panties holding everything in place.

Apart from cleaning up the dirtier sections of the house, a task left to the two toilet bitches Susanna and Helen, Denise's job was to take care of everything else: cooking, cleaning, laundry, receiving guests properly and so forth. Of course she also had to make sure that everyone was provided with every conceivable service, sexual or otherwise. She rose more than two hours before everyone else and worked until Master Tony released her from her bindings and she crawled into the tiny cage at the bottom of a cupboard, where she lived. That is unless of course she was called upon to provide sexual service during the night, which was quite often. Not only were Mistress Rachel and Master Tony very sexually active, they were also very socially minded people who often had other mistresses and masters over for the night. The constant activity meant that Denise rarely got more than a few hours of rest before she had to get up, administer her own series of morning enemas, bathe in cold waster, make herself as pretty as possible, put on her uniform and bindings and start the day's work. Her member was only taken out if someone wanted to tease or torture it and she was not allowed release, but at least she got to suck Master Tony's cock, a task that filled her with gratitude every time.

In the month she stayed with Mistress Rachel and Master Tony the times when she sucked Master Tony's cock were the only times she was rewarded. The rest was hard work.

Denise had been utterly shocked when she saw her mother for the first time since returning from the academy. The extent of her degradation was stunning. She barely noticed Denise, her focus being solely on Mistress Rachel. The way in which she savored her role as diapered toilet slave was also a shock to Denise. While Denise had turned into a well-behaved and sexually very sophisticated sissy-slave who was trained to handle almost any slave duty, Susanna had turned into a filthy slut capable of only the simplest of tasks. The sexual tension, which had existed between the two was gone and the only time they had anything to do with each other was when Denise oversaw Susanna and Helen's morning toilette.

After a month the twins were ready to receive Denise as their slave. The house, previously owned by Angela, had now been rebuilt to suit their needs as mistresses and they had had time to start their college educations. Since they used most of their efforts at school no major slave training activities went on at the house. That would come in time. For now Angela, Mandy and Denise were enough. For Denise the change was minimal. She performed the same duties as she had at Mistress Rachel's house, in the same uniform and with same relentless rules. The only difference was the amount of attention her cock received. The twins just loved to play with it. At night when Denise's chores were done, before she was locked in her cage, they would strip her, tie her up and play with her genitals. They freed them and her member always sprang into action instantly. It had been months since Denise had been allowed to cum, but the twins were not about to change that. No, all they wanted to do was to keep Denise right on the edge without allowing her to cum, while subjecting her cock and balls to harsh punishment. Kicking Denise in the groin or trampling her cock and balls with their stilettos were favorites of theirs, as was applying electricity to them. Often Denise's balls would be unbearably swollen when she woke up, but there was no mercy. She had to press them up between her legs so that she had smooth crotch.

Mostly Denise was happy. She was performing the slave duties she was trained to do and the lack of sexual release only reflected that she was a worthless slut who didn't deserve such things. The only times she was unhappy was when she thought of Regina von Kaltenbrunner. The memory of Headmistress was never far from her mind and Denise both feared and longed for the day when Headmistress would find her and castrate her. She feared loosing her balls more than anything else, but at the same time the prospect of castration at the hands of Headmistress and the complete and uncompromising domination in that act, thrilled her more than she could say.

For now she was the twins' slave and mostly it was as quiet as slave lives go. The twins were at school most of the time and college provided them with plenty of sexual partners, allowing them to try out many different things. They regularly brought people home to play with, but on these occasions Denise, Mandy and Angela would usually be confined to the basement since the twins didn't want the whole world to know them as fierce sexual predators. For now there was plenty of fun to be had with more or less straight sex. Occasionally they would bring someone home for S&M games.

One such person was Gina. Gina was on orphan who had gotten a scholarship through hard work. She was a beautiful, black girl, almost 6'3" high with a slender build and perfect breasts. Gina had attracted the twins attention and had been all for having sex with the girls. After a few weeks of steamy encounters in her small apartment the twins had invited her home. Both Joanna and Jocelyn liked her and they agreed that she would make a fine slave. Although their encounters had been ordinary sex only, both thought that there was something about Gina that said: "Punish me. Abuse me." So they decided to test her reactions before proceeding to the S&M-games. They had invited her for dinner and Gina was very impressed by the house. How could they afford it? Did they have rich relatives, or what? The twins didn't have to answer any questions about how they had gotten the house as Denise came into the living room carrying a tray with drinks. Denise was in her usual maids uniform, chained and gagged as she minced towards Gina with tiny steps. Gina stopped talking in the middle of a sentence and her mouth hung open as she watched the sexy slave maid mince towards her. She was completely transfixed as Denise with great difficulty curtseyed before and offered her a drink from the tray. "Go ahead and take a drink, Gina." Jocelyn said. "We've made sure she doesn't bite," Joanna grinned with reference to Denise's gag. Gina stared at Denise, who looked submissively down, for a good long while before gathering her courage and taking a drink from the tray: "Thanks," she mumbled to Denise. Jocelyn quickly corrected her: "Don't thank the useless slut." "She's a slave. She should feel privileged that she is allowed to serve you." Joanna finished. "You are grateful, aren't you bitch?" Jocelyn asked Denise menacingly. Denise nodded vigorously as she minced towards the twins and dropped to her knees in front of them. She lowered her head to the ground while she held the tray up, so that her mistresses could take a drink without having to see her ugly face. Gina sat dumbfounded as she realized the amount of training Denise must have received to be able to perform her duties so gracefully. Her hands and feet were restricted with tiny chains and yet she had performed every movement perfectly and hadn't spilled a drop. Gina felt a surprising warmth spreading in her body. Watching Denise made her horny!

The twins saw the look on her face as they dismissed Denise. They had decided to play it cool for as long as possible to draw out Gina; to force her to make the first move. Gina's eyes followed Denise as she took up position in the corner of the room: tray held out, chest out and head down. The twins made polite conversation, but Gina just stared at the gorgeous slave in the corner. Finally the twins called Denise over to stand in front of Gina. "Denise, drop your panties and show Gina what kind of a slut you are." Joanna said. Gina started to object that it really wasn't necessary, but the twins wouldn't have it and soon Denise's panties were on the ground together with her absolutely soaking sanitary napkin, as she held up her skirt. Gina gasped as she saw Denise's imprisoned member. Jocelyn explained: "This disgusting sissy-slut used to be our brother. She's still a useless worm, but at least now she's prettier now." Joanna asked Gina: "Would you like to play with her? Her tits are real, not fake and we all know how much you like tits, don't we?" Gina blushed as she answered: "No. Really..I. Really..its." "Bullshit." Jocelyn said. "You would just love to fondle those jugs. " "Come on." Joanna egged her on. "We'll remove her gag so you can kiss her while you play with them." Gina became completely mute with embarrassment and tried to look away, but in a matter of seconds Jocelyn had removed Denise's gag and ordered her to beg Gina to fondle her. "Mistress, please, Mistress," Denise begged. "Mistress, won't you please kiss and fondle this useless slave, Mistress." Gina stammered something about how what the twins were doing was incest and wrong, but there was no conviction in the words as Joanna helped her to her feet and guided her to stand in front of Denise. Gina had to bend down to kiss Denise and Denise turned her head up towards her and closed her eyes expectantly as Gina approached. It was a long time since anyone had kissed Denise and she kissed Gina passionately as the tall, black girl began to fondle her tits. Denise still held up her skirt. Not being ordered to do otherwise her hands stayed in the same position. Gina kissed Denise for long time, her hands roaming her body even fondling her member briefly. Her hand came away slick with Denise's juice and Gina had felt how Denise's cock strained against its cage. As Gina stepped away Denise sighed with disappointment. Gina stared at the sissy who looked at her with eyes filled with longing. The eyes begged Gina to fuck Denise. Gina finally managed to tear her gaze away and confront the twins who stood by laughing a little at Denise.

The twins moved close to Gina. Although she was several inches taller than they were, there was no doubt that they were the ones in control. Joanna spoke first: "Gina, we think you would just love being a slave." Gina stammered her objections but the words were barely audible and her facial expression was not one of denial. "The way in which you responded to the filthy slut tells us that you are ready. No dominant would have just kissed her and a dominant certainly wouldn't have obeyed our order to kiss her without question." "No," Joanna continued, "its time you learned your place…slave." Gina recoiled at the word but seemed unable to offer any objections and offered no resistance when Jocelyn slapped her face and ordered her to strip. In seconds she stood naked before the twins, her head hung low as she sobbed quietly. Joanna ordered her to kneel and wait with her hands behind her head while Jocelyn gagged Denise and sent her down into the dungeon.

Gina could not believe her own response. She had obeyed the twins without hesitation and she found herself completely unable to muster the will and just leave. Instead she remained kneeling start naked in the living room while the twins changed their clothes. After more than an hour, where they sat in another room watching Gina's response over CCTV while Mandy ate their pussies, they returned. Both were now dressed for the part of mistress and not college student. They wore black, thigh-high stiletto boots with seven-inch heels and black, rubber opera gloves and nothing else. They had strapped on their trademark double-ended dildos and both had a cat-o-nine-tails in their hand. Without saying a single word they began whipping Gina furiously. She screamed and cried but every time she tried to cover her front she was scolded an ordered to keep her hands behind her head. After almost half an hour she was covered in red welts and the twins ordered the sobbing and confused girl to crawl after them, down into the dungeon. During the night they whipped her and applied clothespins to her tits and labia, as well as a host of other punishments and humiliations. They made lick their pussies, their boots and their asses and the broke her ass in with their double-ended strap-ons. They didn't tie her up in any way, effectively proving to her what a slave-slut she really was. Finally, just before dawn, they fucked her pussy, bringing her to a series of glorious orgasms. They had made her theirs beyond any doubt. Gina had never felt like that before and knew she would never even want to escape the cruel sisters.

The twins had no classes the next day, but Gina did. So they dressed her and sent her off to school. They shaved her pussy and inserted a butt plug in her ass and a pair of Ben-wa balls in her pussy, before making her wear a thin full-body suit made of black rubber. No one could see she was dressed in rubber when she wore her regular clothes over the suit, but Gina would feel it all day as she was constantly reminded of her new status.

Within a month Gina dropped out. She, who had fought so hard to get a scholarship, lost her ability to concentrate on anything but her new status as a slave. Her every waking thought revolved around the twins and how to please them. She also lost the part-time job she had on the side and was finally evicted from her small apartment. Just as the twins had planned she wound up in their dungeon. Gina proved to have an immense capacity and craving for pain as well as a deep desire to be humiliated. This triggered Jocelyn in a big way and most nights Gina spent screaming in agony. Jocelyn used Gina to find out for how long she could keep someone in constant pain. She fitted her with all the needles and electrodes her body would hold and devised a strategy whereby the pain would constantly shift from one part of her body to the next, so that she would never grow accustomed to the pain. After five days Jocelyn shut off the machine when it looked like Gina would die from exhaustion and after that session Gina was reduced to tremors of fear mixed with lust whenever Jocelyn got near her. She ended up as a special kind dog girl. The twins found it very satisfying to have the tall girl crawl around on all fours and made her wear a special doggy suit all the time. The suit was made of pink rubber and left only her head free. Her arms and legs were doubled up leaving her to walk on elbows and knees. Her feet were put into ballet-toed boots with no heels and they pointed straight up when she crawled around. Her ass was of course stuffed with a huge dildo, which had a little tail attached to its end. She was shaved completely bald and her tongue was pierced, a steel grommet inserted into the hole and a very sturdy metal ring was inserted in the tongue. From the ring hung a round, two pound steel ball preventing her from pulling her tongue back into her mouth as well as talking. This also made her drool rather copiously. Joanna trained her and after training had finished she was made to follow Jocelyn around as her handy little pain puppy, always ready for a round of intense torture. Ever since the marathon session Gina's world had been completely dominated by Jocelyn and following her around was a constant trigger for both her libido and her fear. The combination drove her wild and in time also out of her mind. After a few years she became like Mandy, or Golden Fury as she was now called. She lost many of her human skills, like reading and understanding sentences more complicated than: "Bad dog." or "Fetch" or "Lick pussy." Jocelyn had not changed her name to something more "dog-like", but it lost all human meaning to Gina who just followed her owner around, no longer able to stand upright or use her arms and hands, her life now reduced to obedience and pain. Sexual satisfaction was only in the cards if there was a real dog in the house and it wanted to fuck her. One of the twins' friends had a very large Rottweiler, Brutus, which took a fancy to Gina. She was scared to death the first time, but she actually came as it entered her. From then on she looked forward to Brutus' coming with eager anticipation, as it was the only sex she ever got. Not only was it sex, it was also painful and very humiliating, the most exciting combination in the world for Gina.

Denise missed one thing during her stay with the twins. She had hoped that she would get a chance to fuck Tammy, the sissy-whore who had once been her father. It never happened and the reason for this was that Tammy's earning had declined soon after Denise had been shipped off for her final year at the academy. She had begun looking too worn for most of the clients and the demand for her services dropped. It filled Tammy with panic, but there was nothing she could do about it. They clients she did have were increasingly brutal, further degrading her looks until interest in her all but disappeared. Finally one day she was escorted to a customer by one of Master Antwan's enforcers. As the door opened and she was pushed inside, she saw that the customer was the woman in whose dungeon she had seen the pictures of the dead slaves, a picture of Francine among them. Suddenly Tammy knew what was going to happen and she tried begging and pleading with the enforcer. But it was no use. He helped the woman tie Tammy up before leaving her with the evil woman, who obviously enjoyed that Tammy knew what was going to happen. After a two-day torture session Tammy had her picture taken and it was put on the wall together with Francine's. In the picture she looked much the same as Francine because many of the same things had been done to her.

Over time it became more and more clear that the twins were primarily interested in female slaves and that Denise was an anomaly, and that she was kept as their slave only because she had once been their brother. She had been with the twins for more than a year and a half when the twins finally tired of her. In all that time Denise's daily routine hadn't changed and it very rarely varied even slightly. It had been more than two years since she had last been allowed to cum and even if the twins' desire to tease her cock without letting her cum had abated of late, she still spent her days in a state of permanent arousal, changing her soaking napkins four time a day now.

One evening she was called into the dungeon where she found the twins waiting in the company of Mistress Rachel and Master Tony. Denise threw herself down and crawled over to kiss the feet of her Mistresses and Master. Jocelyn gave the order after releasing Denise from her chains: "Strip." A few moments later Denise stood clad only in her shoes, corset and collar. "We've grown tired of you Denise." Joanna said. "That pathetic little thing between your legs disgusts us." Jocelyn continued. "So we've decided to sell you while you'll still fetch a reasonable price." Joanna finished. Denise was completely shocked and soon began crying. She shouldn't have been the least bit surprised, but she was. All the signs had been there for her to read, but Denise's bimbo brain could only handle so much and her primary focus was obedience. She had been trained to obey any order given to her and leave the thinking to her mistress or master, so now the news that she was being sold took her completely by surprise.

The end of her stay with her family was short and, for Denise at least, sad. As a parting gift the crying sissy-slave was allowed to eat her Mistresses' pussies and blow Master Tony. When she had swallowed Master Tony's jism, her remaining clothes were removed so that she now only wore her chastity device. This meant that she couldn't stand, since she could now only stand on her feet when wearing heel of six inches or higher as her Achilles tendon had shortened and her feet had been in high-heeled shoes day and night for so long that standing without shoes, even on her toes, was out of the question. She crawled over to a surprisingly small wooden crate standing in the corner of the room. Before being placed in it, she was readied for the trip. Joanna ordered her to drink a very large amount of some sweet tasting liquid before gagging her with a very long penis gag extending far down into her throat, allowing her to breathe only through a small hole running down its length. She was diapered and a long rubber tube was inserted in the hole in her gag and she was ordered to crawl onto a large piece of thick, black rubber. Here she was made to sit back on her heels before doubling over so that her head rested against her knees and her hands were behind her neck. Now that she had assumed this balled up position, the rubber was folded over her, creating a black, rubber ball from which only her breathing tube stuck out. No straps held the ball together, but none were needed as the twins took what was effectively industrial sized hairdryers and applied scorching hot air to the surface of the rubber. The inside of Denise's cocoon became unbearably hot as the rubber began to shrink and harden around her. Denise tried to scream as the almost burning hot rubber pulled together around her, sealing her inside a cocoon so small and hard that she barely had space to breathe, but no sound came as her gag blocked her vocal cords. After a few minutes she was picked up and laid down into the box. Her breathing tube was connected to a hole in the crate, which was then filled up with shock absorbing material and nailed shut. Denise could neither hear nor see and the only thing she felt was the ever-increasing discomfort of her cramped position. After a few hours she panicked and tried to scream and thrash, but she was able to do neither due to her gag and her cocoon. After trying to thrash for what seemed like forever, her strength ran out and she couldn't get enough air through the tube to continue fighting. She passed into a state somewhere between dream and reality, filled with nightmares about being buried alive or dying from asphyxiation with a plastic bag over her head. She had no idea for how long she stayed in the box. She had been given enough drink to last for a couple of days, but she stayed in the box long enough to begin feeling a terrible thirst. Her drink before being sealed in the box also meant that she soon filled her diaper with piss and that she could feel a terribly annoying diaper rash coming on without being able to do anything about it. Denise was so exhausted that when she was finally lifted out of the crate she thought that it was a dream. But it wasn't. She felt the rubber being cut away and cold, fresh air touching her skin, making her shiver from the cold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw her new owners standing over her: A huge man with curly brown hair, blue eyes and a moustache and a petite, platinum blonde woman. They looked familiar to Denise but she didn't have the energy to think about it and instead slipped into unconsciousness.

Chapter 10

When Denise came to she was lying in bed. She had been washed and she could no longer feel the annoying diaper rash. In fact she felt fine, clean and well rested. On her feet were what turned out to be black Oxfords with seven-inch heels. Her ankles were in steel cuffs and connected by a eight-inch chain as were her wrists and her waist was encircled by a corset, compressing it down to fifteen inches with a four-inch pipe stem and her neck was encircled by a steel collar, which was chained to the headboard of the bed she lay in. Had it not been for the comfortable bed Denise might as well have been at home with the twins. But she clearly wasn't. The room she lay in was tiny and had no windows and was illuminated by a naked light-bulb hanging down from the ceiling. The room had a heavy door, which Denise probably would have found to be locked, had she been able to get out of bed. The room was covered by no less than four video cameras. Since she couldn't get up she just lay back and waited to see what would happen. In any case she was too well conditioned to go exploring. Denise knew that she would have to wait for her new owners to take control.

She didn't have to wait for very long before they turned up. The door opened and in came an absolutely beautiful platinum-blonde girl, who Denise recognized as Yvonne, her fellow slave from the academy. Yvonne was obviously happy to see her and ran over to sit on her bed. Yvonne definitely didn't look like a slave anymore. Her hair was long, flowing down over her shoulders, but had the look of having been cut at an expensive hairdresser. She wore a very sexy dress made from green silk, with a plunging neckline accentuating her perfect breasts. The dress was clearly a designer piece as were the matching green shoes with six-inch heels. Yvonne wore expensive jewelry: diamond earrings, a pearl necklace, a fine designer gold watch and on her fingers were several gold and diamond rings. It looked like Yvonne was no longer a slave. Following Yvonne into the cell came Master Richard. He looked just like Denise remembered him: A huge and desperately handsome man with curly brown hair, blue eyes and a moustache. He too was dressed in expensive designer clothes, a dark blue suit, white shirt and a discrete tie. Everything about the couple spelled wealth.

Yvonne stroked Denise's hair as she excitedly said to Denise: "Oh, I'm so glad to see you Denise. You look wonderful. How are you?" Denise was unsure of how to address Yvonne, since she didn't know if Yvonne was a slave or not, but she decided that she had better play it safe. "Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, I'm fine, thank you very much, Mistress," she answered. Yvonne looked very pleased at being called Mistress and turned smiling to Master Richard and said: "See Richard? She is so well trained. Denise will be the perfect maid." Master Richard smiled down at Yvonne and patted her head as he said: "Of course she will, dear. Of course she will." Yvonne turned to Denise again and explained: "I'm Richard's lover now. He treats me ever so nice; just like a real lady. He never ties me up or beats me and he always gives me the nicest things. Like you! Richard has promised that you'll be my slave maid now. It'll be ever so nice, don't you think?" Denise did think that it sounded nice: "Mistress, yes, Mistress. Mistress, that sounds wonderful, Mistress. Master, thank you so much, Master," she said, directing her thanks at Master Richard. Master Richard acknowledged her thanks with a slight nod before speaking: "You will go through some changes as you assume your new role, but they will be relatively minor." Denise thanked them both again and her life with her new owners began.

Several things turned out to be somewhat different than Denise had been told in the basement. First of all Yvonne's position was not quite the one she had told Denise. It was true that Master Richard treated her as a girlfriend or wife in most respects. He made sure she was always dressed in the finest and most feminine designer clothes and wore matching jewelry, that her hair was always perfectly coiffed. He took her out shopping at least once a week and Yvonne spent a great deal of time reading fashion and lifestyle magazines. Master Richard took her out dinner at expensive restaurants, took her to concerts, museums and even out dancing at the hottest nightspots. She was never tied up and never punished and he had straight sex with her at least once a day. But there was a catch. Yvonne was never-ever allowed to cum. Her member stayed inside its chastity tube and no matter how much she begged and pleaded, he wouldn't allow her to cum. Once a day he removed the tube so that her member could be cleaned. On these occasions Yvonne stood with her hands behind her head as he first cleaned her cock and then began to play with it. He could keep her on the edge for hours without letting her cum, reducing her to tears before putting her back in the tube. During the almost two years Yvonne had been with Master Richard she had not cum once. Furthermore Yvonne never had any cash on her and never had a credit card or keys to unlock any door in the house. When Denise assumed the role of Yvonne's slave, Yvonne didn't even have the keys to Denise's chains. Although she might fool herself and the casual observer, there was no getting around the fact that she was still just a slave.

As for Denise, the "minor changes" she had to go through made her wonder what would constitute a major change for Master Richard. Denise's teeth were all removed so that she would be able to provide perfectly smooth blowjobs, and her lips were enlarged to make up for the lack of teeth. Her waist, already a very respectable fifteen inches with a four-inch pipe stem, was further compressed. When the compression was over, her waist was a mere twelve inches with seven-inch pipe stem. Finally her tits were enlarged. When the hormonal breast enlargement was over, Denise's had a pair 70EE tits with nipples almost an inch long. Her new tits and the fact that Master Richard insisted she walk in eight-inch heels meant that Denise almost had to learn how to walk anew.

She was also dressed differently than before. On her feet were black plastic boots, ankle high with ultra-thin eight-inch heels. The boots were completely stiff and at least one size smaller than anything Denise had previously worn. Even for Denise, who was used to very restrictive footwear, the boots were pure murder on her feet and it took months before she got used to them. Her ankles were cuffed with shiny steel shackles and connected by a seven-inch steel chain, forcing her to take tiny little mincing steps. As always her ass was packed with a huge butt plug and her chastised member was pulled between her legs, covered with a sanitary napkin before being tucked away behind a pair of black, rubber panties. She had no real uniform, only a micro skirt made from black rubber, clinging tightly to her full ass and hips. It started just above her panty line and ended at her waist from where her corset stuck out of the micro skirt, ending just below her now enormous tits. To support the massive tits she wore a bra-like arrangement. Except it would have been more appropriate to call it a shelf. It was a ring made of black plastic encircling her body just below her breasts and on this ring were two plastic shelves, molded to support each of her massive udders. The shelves were connected between her tits and on the sides were rubber straps going over her shoulders to the back of the plastic ring, thus acting as a kind of bra. Denise's wrists were fitted with similar shackles to the ones on her feet and, like her feet, connected by a seven-inch chain. Encircling her neck was broad collar made of steel and in her mouth was a pump gag, its inflation ball always swinging from the eight-inch rubber tube connecting it to the gag itself. The inflation ball was special in that it had a small lock over the deflation valve, preventing anyone who didn't have the key from freeing Denise's mouth.

Denise wore her outfit all day and all night. Only parts of it came off for a very short period each morning as the old outfit was removed and she was fitted with a new one just like it.

As it had been when the twins had owned her and as it had been when Mistress Rachel had owned her, Denise's took care of almost everything in the house: cooking, cleaning, laundry and so forth. Denise slept in a small cupboard-like hole in the wall of the house's master bedroom. It was so small that she could only fit in there if she crawled in and curled into a ball and it took some time before even she, who was used to very cramped spaces, got used to sleeping in it. Not that she got much sleep. Her tiny cell opened both into the bedroom and into the hallway on the other side of the wall. If her services were required in the bedroom it was opened to that side, and in all other cases it opened to the hallway.

Every morning Denise rose more than two hours before Master Richard and Yvonne. She went down into the basement, where her special bath- and dressing room was. It was only the size of a small closet, but it was just big enough to accommodate what went on inside it. Before entering Denise removed her micro skirt and her panties as well as the sanitary napkin and the butt plug. She then threw them in a hamper for her dirty clothes and entered the closet. Once inside Denise sat down and removed her boots. She had to sit down since her bare feet were no good for standing. By now they had assumed the shape of the boots she wore and her toes were no longer able to even wriggle properly. When she tried they only twitched a little. Standing on her knees with her ass over a depression in the floor she would give herself five enemas, each one big enough to make her gasp for breath. After the enemas she turned on the water and took a shower using only cold water; a useless slave like herself had no right to warm water. After toweling herself dry, she would crawl out of the closet and put on fresh clothes; clean boots, clean micro skirt, clean panties and a new sanitary napkin. Her outfit was now complete, except for her gag, which wasn't fitted until after breakfast. Denise now set about preparing this for her Master and Mistress.

Her steel collar and shackles and her corset only came off once a week and for this she needed Master Richard's help.

As she minced between the kitchen and the dining room she could usually hear Master Richard fucking Yvonne furiously right before breakfast time. Yvonne loved the ass-fuckings, but they frustrated her terribly as well. Yvonne loved every little touch by her Master and being fucked was not only a pleasure; it was an honor. But being fucked up the ass was also the closest she ever came to sexual release. Master Richard's magnificent cock would pound her in just the right way to make her shoot her load no matter if she wore her chastity device or not, but he always sensed when she was about to cum and pulled away, letting her suck his dick until he came.

When Master Richard had gotten his morning fuck, they would both put on bathrobes and have breakfast in the dining room. Here Denise would wait obediently for them by the table, which was always set precisely according to Master Richard's instructions. Denise was never punished for performing her duties poorly. Performing her duties to the letter, no matter the cost or effort was a lesson she had learned long ago. Yvonne always ate her breakfast as quickly as she could, just as Master Richard had ordered her too. In any case she was always on a diet to keep her figure, so there was never much to eat. When she had finished she stood up right next to Master Richard's chair. Yvonne would then put her hands behind her head and keep them there until breakfast was over. She would be dressed in her sleeping boots only; a pair of white, leather ankle boots with six-inch heels. Like Denise, Yvonne was unable to stand or walk without high-heels. Master Richard would then release her member from the chastity tube and this always caused Yvonne to moan with desire as it instantly sprang to life, becoming rock-hard in a second.

While Yvonne ate her breakfast, Denise performed another function for Master Richard. She leaned in over the table as far she could without falling over and he would fit suction cups to her massive tits. The suction cups covered most of her tits and were able to massage them. They were connected to a milking machine, which would start up and a combination of milking and massage would produce all the milk needed for Master Richard's breakfast and enough for a glass of milk he insisted Yvonne drink before taking up position. The milking was intensely pleasurable for Denise and it made her moan with pleasure as she stood swaying gently with closed eyes.

When Yvonne assumed her position next to Master Richard's chair, the milking was over and Denise would take her place in the morning ritual. She would kneel down in front of Yvonne and after cleaning Yvonne's cock, she would use her fingers and her talented mouth she to keep Yvonne at the very edge of cuming for the next hour or so as Master Richard read his newspaper. In a matter of minutes Yvonne would begin begging and soon she would be crying and pleading, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. But there would be no release. Master Richard's orders to Denise were quite clear on this point: Yvonne was never-ever to cum. If Yvonne ever came at the hands of Denise, Denise should count herself lucky if she was only punished for a month without pause. Denise had believed him and was terrified of making Yvonne cum, but on the other hand he had been just as clear when he ordered that Yvonne be kept on the very edge.

Master Richard seemed to regard the crying and pleading as sweet music and continued reading his paper. When he had finished his reading he would hand Denise and icepack and she would use it to shrink Yvonne's cock before fitting her with her chastity device. Then Yvonne was required to pay attention as Denise crawled between Master Richard's legs and gave him a blowjob. For Yvonne it was intensely humiliating to see another sissy have sex with her lover and master. Master Richard loved humiliating Yvonne. He had turned Yvonne into an elegant sissy, a very sexy and perfectly dressed, perfectly proportioned and perfectly well behaved lady. For the same reason he had turned Denise into what was in many ways the exact opposite of Yvonne. Her dress was slutty at best; her bodily proportions were grotesque, if very sexy, and her behavior was that of the lowest, if most obedient, sex slave. This made it all the more humiliating for Yvonne to watch when he had sex with Denise.

Breakfast over Denise would be fitted with her gag, which would always be pumped up until she thought that her head would explode, before clearing the table and doing the dishes. Meanwhile Yvonne would help Master Richard with his morning toilette. Yvonne would assist him in every aspect of his morning toilette, even wiping his ass after he had used the toilet.

The two slaves would then stand at attention at the door, seeing their master off. When Master Richard had left it was time for Yvonne's morning toilette, where she would take her frustration out on Denise.

When Denise had originally arrived Yvonne had been thrilled. She was going to see her old friend again and not only that; she would keep her a slave. Yvonne thought that it would great fun and had envisioned something far less demanding for Denise; more like girlfriends giggling while one of them cleaned and cooked and the other occasionally punished her lightly for some imaginary infraction. Yvonne had also thought that Denise's arrival signaled that she, Yvonne, was being rewarded for being such a good girl and that she might now finally be allowed to cum once in a while.

Instead the opposite had happened. Denise had been thrown into harsh and demanding slavery and was always gagged when they were alone so there was no chatting between the friends. Denise's arrival also signaled that Master Richard's constant denial of Yvonne's orgasms was stepped up further and Yvonne now was even more sexually frustrated than before, something she had sworn was impossible. As time went on Yvonne became more and more frustrated and she had to take it out on someone and that someone could only be Denise; there was no one else around. Every morning after Master Richard had left, Denise would help Yvonne bathe, do her hair and make-up and dress, and every morning all she got for it was a constant stream of abuse usually ending with Yvonne spanking her ass with a hairbrush.

During the day Yvonne worked only to stay attractive to Master Richard. She would work out on the Stairmaster to keep her body in shape. She would sunbathe if the weather was fine, so she was nicely tanned. She would read fashion magazine and spend endless hours trying on her clothes and jewelry in new combinations, preening in front of the mirror. Yvonne's whole life consisted in looking good for Master Richard.

Denise, on the other hand, worked hard all day at keeping the house nice and clean and insuring that everything was in perfect order. She would also make preparations for dinner, the menu having been determined in advance by Master Richard. A couple of time each day she would be interrupted by Yvonne, who would either spank her ass or tits or simply hurl abuse at her.

Their relationship didn't improve as a result of the evening activities. Every evening, while Master Richard and Yvonne relaxed on the living room couch, Denise would perform a little ritual, as per Master Richard's instructions. First Master Richard would release Yvonne's cock, ordering her to keep her hands behind her head. Then Denise would kneel down between Yvonne's legs and do the same thing she did in the morning. She would keep Yvonne on the edge until Master Richard told her to stop. It was not unusual for Master Richard to watch an entire movie while Denise tortured Yvonne this way, and Yvonne would invariably be reduced to a tearful, begging wreck when Denise was finally ordered to halt and once more secure Yvonne's member inside her chastity tube.

Then Denise would spread a little piece of plastic on the carpeted floor right in front of Yvonne. She would stand before Master Richard who would then release her own imprisoned member. Denise was always horny and her member became hard and throbbing in no time at all. Having had her member released, she would then mince over the piece of plastic she had spread out on the floor and kneel down on it. Master Richard would then hand her a whiskey glass and order her to begin, while checking that Yvonne was not looking away. Master Richard insisted that Yvonne and Denise kept eye contact the whole time during the next part. Denise would begin masturbating and soon she would be moaning with pleasure behind her gag, her eyes barely able to focus she came screaming with pleasure while trying to maintain eye contact with Yvonne. Denise would be very careful that her semen ended up in the whiskey glass. After cuming she would usually need a second before being able to continue. Then she would masturbate again, again making sure that her sperm ended up in the glass. She would continue like this until the glass was full. She was helped by the fact that the hormonal treatments she had received had increased her sperm production greatly, but it still took quite a few orgasms before the glass was filled. Yvonne was forced to watch it all, her face turning sick with envy. When the glass was filled Denise would hand it to Yvonne and Master Richard would watch as she drank, making sure that she drank every last drop of semen. Then he would lock Denise's now very tender member up again. Before going to sleep Master Richard would have a fuck or two. Sometimes with Yvonne, listening to her beg for the orgasm she would never receive and sometimes with Denise, Yvonne watching jealously. Either way it was always fantastic for Master Richard.

Life went on like this in Master Richard's house for a little more than a year, with the two sissies quietly competing for their master's attention. It was hard to determine who was the more fortunate of the two, Yvonne or Denise. Yvonne had many of the privileges of a normal girl, but was constantly teased and denied even the smallest measure of sexual release, her life being spent in eternal frustration. Denise lived the harsh and demanding life of a sissy-slave with a grotesquely sexy body, but she was allowed to cum several times each day. Each wanted the other's privileges, but was unable to get them.

After a year Master Richard decided that two sissy-slaves in the household was inadequate and that capturing training a new one would be fun. One evening Yvonne was told to bring Denise down in to the basement. Yvonne attached a leash to Denise's collar and dragged her down the stairs. Denise almost fell several times as she experienced great difficulty in keeping up, her steps being as tiny as they were. They entered the small basement room where Denise had woken up after arriving at Master Richard's over a year ago. Master Richard stood inside the cell, stooping over a large leather sack, which was moving, muffled sounds coming from the inside. He looked at Yvonne and Denise and said: "Meet your new fellow sissy-slave." He reached into the sack and pulled out the person inside. "This is Consuela." The person inside was a Hispanic looking boy of about nineteen. He was not very tall, very slight of build but looked only slightly feminine. He did look very scared. His hands were tied behind his back and his legs were tied together at the knees and ankles and he was gagged with a large, red ball-gag. Also a piece of rope had been tied around his genitals and tightened, so that his cock and balls were now swollen and bluish. Master Richard continued speaking to Yvonne and Denise: "You two will assist in training the slut both before and after her visit to Dr. Jacobsen." Both Yvonne and Denise shuddered involuntarily at the mention of the evil doctor.

As the two trained sissies watched Master Richard prepared Consuela for her new life. Neither Yvonne nor Denise ever found out what her original name had been, since Consuela was kept securely gagged until her voice had been fixed and by then she was well on her way to becoming the same kind of sissy-slut as they were. Master Richard untied Consuela's hands and retied them in front of her body before securing them to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. Consuela fought against Master Richard, but his superior strength meant that her futile attempts just looked ridiculous. Soon she was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. After freeing her legs and retying them far apart, Master Richard then rubbed her entire body and her face below the eyebrows in foul-smelling goo, which insured that she would never grow hair on those parts of her body again. He washed the goo off before administering a series of five enemas, which made the poor unwilling sissy cry with pain and humiliation and when it was over she hung limply in her bonds. Master Richard now called the two other sissies into action and instructed them to dress the bitch properly. Assisted by Denise, Yvonne dressed Consuela who was far from willing, but who stopped resisting when Master Richard threatened to give her another round of enemas if she didn't behave properly. When Yvonne had finished Consuela looked a lot more feminine. A red leather corset, extending from just above her hips to her armpits, constricted her waist. Her legs were clad in black, rubber stockings, squeezing her legs into a more feminine shape. On her feet were ankle-high, red leather boots with six-inch stilettos. A red leather collar encircled her neck. Her hair, which had been longish, was now cut in a quite feminine fashion and Yvonne had applied discrete, yet very feminine make-up to her face. All in all she looked quite sexy. Master Richard obviously thought so. He untied her arms and retied them in an armbinder made from red leather and removed her gag. Consuela started to plead in squeaky voice with a slight New York accent. The pleading stopped as Master Richard grabbed her and brought her face close to his own and kissed her deeply. The kissing went on for a long time as Master Richard's hands roamed Consuela's defenseless body. Consuela might not like being a captive, but she certainly wasn't averse to being kissed by another man. After a minute of kissing she started to kiss Master Richard back and gradually her cock became rock-hard. As they kissed Master Richard began to manipulate Consuela's member until her hips were doing thrusting movements and a needy whimpering was heard from her throat. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled his hand away and Consuela's whimpering increased in volume as her thrusting became more desperate. Consuela looked more disappointed than frightened as Master Richard pulled away from the kiss, forced a very large ring-gag into her mouth and pushed her down on her knees. Taking out his huge cock and grabbing her hair so she couldn't pull away he then forced Consuela to blow him. Yvonne and Denise watched enviously as Consuela struggled to swallow all of Master Richard's cum. She didn't quite manage and a stream of semen ran down her chin. Master Richard, however, did not pull away after cuming. Instead he made Consuela suck him gently until he was hard again. The he pulled her to her feet, took out a tube of jelly and lubed up her ass and his cock. Consuela had obviously enjoyed blowing him as her cock was still erect with a small amount of pre-cum on the tip, but the prospect of having Master Richard's huge cock rammed up her ass clearly scared her. She began to plead in a gurgling voice and as she realized that her protest wouldn't do any good, she began to cry. None of it helped as he turned her around and lifted her up and guided her down on his erect member. Her crying turned into gasping as she slid down on the cock and the gasping turned into breathless crying as she felt Master Richard's cock almost splitting her apart. When Master Richard's cock was all the way in, Consuela's high-heeled boots dangled almost a foot and a half above the floor. On her face was painted shock and pain, but her cock was still hard as he began to pump her up and down. As he fucked her, Master Richard held her with one hand around her body, while the other began stroking Consuela's member. Before long she was moaning with both pleasure and pain and after a few minutes she came with a girlish shriek, shooting her load on the floor. While still fucking Consuela, Master Richard ordered Yvonne to lick up Consuela's sperm from the floor. Yvonne was terribly envious and terribly humiliated to be treated in that way, but there was no hesitation as she obeyed his order and dropped to her knees and began licking the floor clean.

A new routine was enforced in the household for the next couple of weeks. Denise would still handle all of her old duties, but now she also had to see to Consuela as well. Master Richard took care of all her training, administering punishment when Yvonne or Denise reported poor behavior or performance. Yvonne was required to take care of her dress and make-up, teaching her how to apply it along the way. Denise took care of giving Consuela her hormone shots and making sure she became addicted to sex. Three times during the day and once just before bedtime, Denise would enter Consuela's cell. Consuela was kept tied up, her hands in mittens, which were secured to her collar and she was gagged. She now wore a corset all the time and on her feet were always black, ankle-high leather boots with six-inch heels, but her member was left free and as she began to enjoy her position more and more the periods where her member was not erect gradually disappeared. Consuela went through a rapid transformation in her feelings towards Denise. The first few times Denise came to give her the four shots, one to each tit and one in each butt-cheek, she resisted, but this stopped after she was punished by Master Richard. After that she would stand obediently still as Denise performed her duties, her eyes silently hating Denise. Finally she would stand waiting eagerly for Denise, her eyes signaling love and lust for her. The reason for the change was not the hormone shots. The reason was what happened after Denise had administered the shots. When Denise had put away the syringes, she would tale Consuela's member in her hands and give her a series of not less than four hand-jobs. Consuela became completely addicted to Denise's touch, so much so that she moaned with pleasure even when Denise touched her to giver her the shots.

Consuela soon began to grow small tits and her behavior became markedly feminine. After about five weeks Master Richard sent her off to Dr. Jacobsen's clinic to have her voice fixed, her Adam's apple removed and her hands and feet reduced in size. Two months later she returned. Her figure was now very feminine with full hips and a nice round ass. Her lips were red an inviting and her tits had grown to size 46DD. Consuela's voice had also become light and feminine. Not that it was heard very much because she was thrust into the same role as Denise as the almost permanently gagged slave-maid. Her outfit was the same as Denise's and her duties were the same and she slept in a closet-like cell right next to Denise's. In time her tits became just as enormous as Denise's. All traces of masculinity had been removed, except for her member, which was now held in a chastity tube just like Denise's.

While Denise's duties became lighter now that they were two to perform the work, Yvonne's plight became harder. She now had two other sissies to compete with for Master Richard's affection and her enforced sexual abstinence, now into its fourth year without an orgasm, became harder to bear. At breakfast she now had two sissies to torment her and the evening ritual became completely unbearable. First the two others would keep her on the edge for as long as Master Richard commanded and then it was time for their orgasms. And here the ritual had changed for the worse, at least as far as Yvonne was concerned. Now Consuela and Denise would kneel side by side after having their members released, their hands clasped behind their necks, in front of Master Richard who would signal for Yvonne to start. She now two glasses to fill, first manipulating one sissy, then the other, until they came. The semen from the sissies was collected in their respective glasses, which Master Richard had made sure were now larger than before. Yvonne would still be required to keep eye contact as she jerked them off and after having filled the glasses to the rim, she would still have to drink all of the semen. It was both terribly frustrating and terribly humiliating. Yvonne hated it. Master Richard loved it. It had another, for Yvonne, unwanted side effect. The two sissies now became very affectionate towards her, always touching her gently, trying to be nice. They of course loved the orgasms and loved their mistress for them, and they tried to show it. This made it harder for Yvonne to hate them, making it harder for her to take her frustration out on them. Having no outlet for her anger and frustration anymore, she became even more frustrated and she entered a vicious circle. Some days she would now cry all day long and other days she would rub against everything as if trying to get off. Needless to say this just made Master Richard happier.

Another year went by like this, Denise mostly satisfied with her position but still having dreams, or nightmares if you will, about Regina von Kaltenbrunner. After a year Master Richard decided that he needed one more sissy-slave and what had happened to Consuela repeated itself. The victim this time was turned into yet another big-titted sissy named Mary. Mary's skin was so dark that it was almost blue. Master Richard kept her bald unlike the other sissies and it was easy to understand why. Mary was very beautiful with almost regal features and her bald skull accentuated these features. Her arrival of course only worsened Yvonne's position, giving her more sissy-cock to milk at nighttime and increasing her frustration.

For a time things settled into the usual routine, but soon Master Richard wanted yet another new sissy as he enjoyed the transformation process immensely. But having four sissy maids in his household was too much and one had to go. Since Denise had been the first maid to arrive, she was the first to go. Master Richard had a lot of connections and finding a buyer for a well trained and unspoiled sissy with a huge set of tits was no problem. Wearing only her high-heeled boots, her corset and her chastity device, Denise was gagged and hooded before being put into a straightjacket. A collar was put around her neck and a leash attached to it and without any fanfare or ceremony she was led out of the house, dumped in the trunk of a car and driven off to her new owners. Just before the hood shut off her sight, she glimpsed Yvonne looking at her, her face filled with misery both at loosing Denise and at her own predicament.

Yvonne was Master Richard's little sissy "girlfriend" for another six years before he replaced her. By that time her face had acquired a permanently pained look due to her constant frustration and gray hairs had begun to show up in her beautiful platinum hair. Since Yvonne had originally been Master Richard's nephew and she had been his first real sissy-slave, he didn't just want to sell her. Instead he kept her as matron of the house. She was moved one rung down the ladder, but was not reduced to being one of the big-titted freaks he kept as maids, although she would probably have preferred to be as would have meant that she would be allowed to cum regularly. She was just as severely corseted as the maids, her ass was packed with a large butt-plug and she was made to wear the same brutally restrictive boots as the maids, but her tits were not enlarged. Instead her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she was fitted with a rubber uniform with a decidedly old-fashioned cut. Made entirely from black rubber with lacy, white rubber edges, it consisted of a narrow skirt going all the way down to the ground and a high-necked and long-sleeved shirt. It made her look like a fetish edition of a Victorian matron. She didn't wear any chains, but her skirt was so narrow that her steps were just as restricted as those of the maids. While another pretty little sissy was sent of to The Kaltenbrunner Academy to come back to take her place, things changed surprisingly little for Yvonne, who was now referred to as "Matron". She was still forbidden to cum – ever. And each day she went through two frustrating and humiliating rituals were she was teased and kept at the very edge of cuming by the maids. Since there were now three maids in the house, there was also cum enough for both her and her replacement, so the nightly milking ritual remained unchanged for Yvonne. She lived out her life as Master Richard's slave, not cuming even once before dying prematurely of a stroke some twenty years after being demoted to matron, worn out by the constant sexual frustration of never being allowed to cum. By then Master Richard had shortened the cycle and was on the fourth replacement for Yvonne.

Chapter 11

Denise lay in the trunk of the car, her legs tied together with rubber straps waiting patiently to see what would become of her. She had long since relinquished all control over her own life and knowing that she was just useless sissy-slut made it easy to accept that whatever was done to her was probably just what she had deserved. She idly wondered when Regina von Kaltenbrunner would find and buy her.

The drive took quite a while, Denise sleeping most of the way inside her rubber prison. Finally she was lifted out of the trunk by strong arms and carried some distance before being thrown rather unceremoniously on the floor. Her hood was removed and after adjusting to the light she could see her new owners. Her new owners were two women. The one closest to her, who turned out to be called Roxy, was an extremely muscular woman with dark, curly hair and a slightly dark complexion. She wore a tight, black top and a black leather mini skirt and on her feet were military style black boots. Her whole body bulged with muscles and she looked very menacing. Behind her stood her other mistress, Roxy's lover Vivian. She was tall, regal and somewhat severe looking woman with dark brown hair. She had a knockout figure; slender with perfect breasts and to Denise she looked oddly familiar. She wore a green skirt with a matching jacket and a white shirt underneath. On her feet were black shoes with five-inch heels. She looked like she belonged in boardroom; not a dungeon.

Mistress Roxy started by slapping Denise around while she informed her of what a useless piece of shit like Denise would do for her new owners. Again Denise was thrust into the role of maid for the two lovers.

Mistress Roxy and Mistress Vivian had only just moved in together, but as they both were dominant they quickly agreed on getting a slave. Denise wondered how two so dominant people, who had no slaves before moving together, got along.

Denise's role as maid was the same as it had been for the last few years. She took care of everything around the house, while mincing around in a sexy outfit, ready to be used by anyone around. Her new outfit still had the same brutally constrictive corset. Not only did her new mistresses like it; it would also have been almost impossible to take it off or make it less constrictive as the muscles in Denise's back were now dependent on the support of the corset and her digestive system had adjusted to the constriction as well. Her boots were now a pair of ballet-toed boots with heels more than nine-inches high and the chain between her ankles was reduced to six inches in length, as was the one between her wrists. Her new steel collar was much broader than the one she had previously worn. Her new owners saw no real need for a costume so Denise only wore panties to insure that her crotch was smooth and that there was something to hold her sanitary napkin in place. Denise didn't wear the bra-like shelf she had worn at Master Richard's anymore. Instead her tits now swung freely and as a consequence Denise had learn how to walk with the large weight swinging from her chest. Like before she was kept constantly gagged, this time with a large ring gag with a removable penis insert to shut her up.

Neither Mistress Roxy nor Mistress Vivian had any interest in allowing Denise to cum and soon Denise began to realize just how fortunate she had been at Master Richard's…and just how unfortunate Yvonne had been. Denise had to work hard to control herself now. She felt a constant need to rub against something or someone, trying to get off.

The two mistresses turned out to be very different types, with only one thing in common: they both loved to fill Denise's ass to the breaking point. Mistress Roxy often had most of her lower arm inside Denise, while Mistress Vivian packed Denise's ass with enormous object or filled her with enemas containing fluids, which made her insides burn.

Ultimately the fixation on Denise's ass resulted in the ruining of her sphincter. After being owned by the two mistresses a few weeks Denise was strapped to a table, her legs doubled up and tied so that her ass cheeks were spread to the maximum. Mistress Roxy, who was dressed in her usual tight, black leather top and mini skirt and military boots, had been fisting Denise for hours and Denise was nearing hysteria from the pain. Ever since her waist had been so brutally constricted fisting had become an even more painful ordeal since whatever was being shoved up her ass now forced her already compressed insides up under the corset, where there was absolutely no room to spare, resulting in more excruciating pain. It wasn't the only thing that was painful that day. Mistress Vivian, who was dressed in a crotchless, full-body, black rubber suit and who had black, leather boots with seven-inch stilettos on her feet, had used thin rubber straps to constrict Denise's enormous tits, so that there was a strap for every inch of tit. After constricting Denise's tits in this manner, Mistress Vivian had whipped them soundly and they were now covered in red welts. As a little extra touch to make the fisting even more painful Mistress Vivian had also tied a strap around Denise's throat insuring that she had to fight for every breath. When Mistress Roxy finally withdrew her arm Denise issued a rattling sigh of relief. It turned out that this was too soon as Mistress Vivian came into her field of vision. Mistress Vivian looked down at Denise, who had a puffy, bluish look on her face as she gasped for breath, and said with a broad smile: "There, there, you worthless piece of sissy-trash. The warm-up is over and the real torture can begin." Denise didn't have enough air for a real scream, but rather issued a strangled gurgling scream of fear as Mistress Vivian started on her ass. The first thing she did to Denise was to give her an enema with chili oil. The oil made Denise's inside burn with a pain so bad she passed out twice before Mistress Vivian allowed her to expel it. The she shoved a champagne bottle up Denise's ass…bottom end first. Getting it in was an ordeal, which made Denise almost sick with pain and it only got worse as it was forced further in. Mistress Vivian left the bottle in as she climbed on to Denise's face and ordered her to eat pussy. While Denise ate her she used her nails to scratch Denise's sensitive tits, further increasing the already considerable pain she was in. Having Mistress Vivian sitting on her face did nothing to improve Denise's already troubled breathing. Mistress Roxy, who had been standing idly by for the last hour, now used the opportunity to grab Denise's balls and squeeze them viciously. Denise screamed and passed out as she ran out of air. She continued licking after coming to, but passed out as Mistress Roxy squeezed her balls again. This happened several times before Mistress Vivian climbed down and continued the torture. Denise's sighs of relief as Mistress Vivian pulled the bottle out of her ass were replaced by breathless screaming as she was given another chili oil enema. After the enema came another bottle, only bigger than the last one and so the cycle repeated itself until Denise lay limply, unable to even cry out. She had been strapped to the table for the better part of a day now and her resources had been exhausted. She didn't think she had a single scream left in her. Mistress Vivian proved her wrong on that count as she performed the final bit of torture on Denise. The final item Mistress Vivian produced was a metal dildo with a diameter larger than that of the biggest bottle, which had been up Denise's ass. Not only that, it was also covered in sharp ridges and knobs and as a final touch Mistress Vivian had covered it with chili oil. Denise cried when she was shown the dildo and she screamed until she passed out when it was shoved up her ass. When that happened Mistress Vivian stopped pushing and woke Denise up with smelling salt before continuing. When it was all the way in, Denise thought that she would split in half. She could hardly breathe as it was, but now her breaths were so short that she was almost hyperventilating. Mistress Vivian smiled wickedly down at the panicky slave as she attached some wires to the dildo and sent a sharp current running through it. The pain was unbelievable and Denise thrashed soundlessly before passing out. Mistress Vivian patiently woke her up before continuing the torture. After an hour Denise was spent and had entered an almost comatose state from which it took her two days to recover from.

When she had recovered a bit she crawled before Mistress Vivian to declare her complete submission to her. The brutality of the torture had made Denise fall hopelessly in love with Mistress Vivian. Her ass was still too tender for a butt plug and as she crawled across the dungeon floor her shit began to fall out onto the floor, Denise powerless to stop it. Denise was mortified and began to apologize: "Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, I'm sorry, Mistress. Mistress, I can't control.." Mistress Vivian cut her off with a sharp hand movement as she said: "Of course you can't you useless piece of slave shit. Your already pathetic ass has been broken. Now finish taking a shit and then eat it." Humiliated in the extreme over not being able to hold her own shit anymore, Denise finished taking a dump on the floor before eating her warm and disgusting shit. The humiliation of having to do this in front of Mistress Vivian (Mistress Roxy was not present) only increased her love for the stern mistress. Having her ass broken like that meant that she now had to wear a butt plug constantly. This was not really a problem since she already wore a butt plug constantly, but it underlined what a disgusting little slave-shit she really was.

Other than their fixation with Denise's ass the two mistresses were very different. Mistress Roxy was extremely brutal, but had no finesse at all. She loved beating Denise up, pummeling her with her fists so that Denise always had black eyes and was covered in bruises. Denise feared her very much, but felt more intimidated than dominated by her.

Mistress Vivian was of a completely different type. She was a much more refined and accomplished mistress in every way. Not only would her punishments make Denise scream in pain, but also she was able to humiliate the sissy-slave with single word or a mere glance. Her mere presence made Denise giddy with submissive lust. Denise hadn't felt like that since she had left the academy.

It was the same thing when it came to the "straight" sex. Mistress Roxy would force Denise to just lick for hours on end, never varying the theme. Mistress Vivian used Denise in a number of different ways for sex: licking, with dildos attached all manner of places both on herself and on Denise, feet and so forth. Mistress Vivian's imagination was a great as her cruelty. Denise fell in love with her, while secretly beginning to despise Mistress Roxy. She hadn't been very long with the two mistresses before she began to suspect than Mistress Vivian was also beginning to despise Mistress Roxy. When Mistress Roxy beat up Denise, Mistress Vivian would look on with an expression of disgust on her face.

One day after having been with Mistress Vivian and Mistress Roxy for three months, Mistress Vivian called Denise in to the living room. To Denise's great surprise Mistress Roxy lay prone on the floor, the remains of a spilled drink on the table in front of her. Mistress Vivian called to Denise: "Get your butt over here slave and help me get this useless piece of crap down to the dungeon." Denise was very surprised at this, but of course she instantly complied and with great difficulty helped Mistress Vivian drag the unconscious, but very heavy, Mistress Roxy into the dungeon. Here she helped Mistress Vivian place her in a chair in front of a heavy table. "Stand in the corner and watch, useless sissy-cow," Mistress Vivian spat at Denise as she started to tie Roxy up. Denise stood back and watched. First Mistress Vivian secured Roxy to the chair after removing her clothes. She strapped her legs to the chair's legs with plastic straps and removed Roxy's boots. Her arms and hands were secured to the armrests in the same way and finally a large number of leather straps insured that Roxy would hardly be able to budge when she woke up. Mistress Vivian then produced two large vices, which she placed on the floor at Roxy's feet. Then she placed Roxy's feet in the vices. Having finished at Roxy's feet, she then pushed the table up to the chair so that the tabletop was almost an extension of the armrests. Mistress Vivian then secured two more vices to the table in front of Roxy before putting Roxy's hands into them. Finally she gagged Roxy and sat down on the table to wait for her to wake up.

It was less than half an hour later when Roxy shrugged the last of the tranquilizer she had received off. When she realized her situation she tried to shout at Mistress Vivian through the gag, while staring angrily at her. Mistress Vivian just smiled and let Roxy glower for a little while before she spoke: "Roxy, you stupid piece of slave flesh, I have something to tell you." Roxy stopped trying to yell the second Mistress Vivian had addressed her as "slave". Mistress Vivian laughed a little at this before continuing: "The minute I met you, I knew that this moment would come. Sure, you can be fun in bed, but in the long run you are just a boring piece of shit, a useless slave-cow. As a mistress you have no talent, no finesse. Just look at Denise over there." Mistress Vivian pointed at Denise. "A slave like that requires real domination, not just unbridled brutality. She should be marked by whips, needles, burns or the like, not by black eyes and simple bruises. Pain slaves should used the right way, not carelessly like you do." Mistress Vivian paused a little before continuing: "I have therefore decided to turn you into my slave, a conclusion I suspected I would arrive at after the first time we tortured a slave together. You may scream if you like. Begging is fun too." With that Mistress Vivian removed Roxy's gag. Roxy immediately started to shout: "Set me free you bitch! This is not funny! I'll break you in two, you little shit, if you don't set me free this instant!" Mistress Vivian paid no attention as she approached with the first thing with which to torture Roxy, a collection of thin, leather strings, which had been soaked in water. Roxy continued to demand release as Vivian started tying up her breasts with the leather strings, but her tone got a pained quality as her tits were constricted every inch or so and when Mistress Vivian had finished Roxy was begging instead of demanding: "Please Vivian, you can't do this. Please, I promise to be a better mistress, please Vivian. Please let me loose." Mistress Vivian stroked Roxy's hair as she said: "There will be no release for you Roxy. You are a filthy, little slave-slut now." Roxy tried to move the chair by rocking it, but it was bolted to the floor. While she rocked Mistress Vivian informed her of what would happened next: "Slave, I want you to see the vices I have placed your hands and feet in." Roxy suddenly became absolutely still as she realized what was about to happen and Mistress Vivian continued: "I have decided that I don't need a shit like you to have functioning hands and feet, so they'll be crushed now." Roxy's now tearful pleading reached new heights as she tried to removed her hands and feet from the vices. However, they had too high sides for her to be able to remove them and instead Mistress Vivian could start without disturbance. She started with Roxy's right foot. Closing the vice ever so slowly she crushed Roxy's right foot. Roxy screamed and eventually vomited and passed out from the pain. When this happened Mistress Vivian stopped and woke Roxy up using smelling salt before continuing. When Roxy's right foot had been reduced to a bloody pulp, she was completely hysterical, crying as she pleaded and begged. Mistress Vivian just patted her on the cheek and said: "There, there. Now there is only three to go." Before moving on to Roxy's right hand, Mistress Vivian took a clear plastic bag and pulled it over Roxy's head for a bit of breath play. This did not calm Roxy down, but rather increased her hysteria. Mistress Vivian methodically crushed Roxy's hands and feet, stopping to play a little asphyxiation game with Roxy once in a while. When she was done Roxy had been completely broken, her cries had turned into hopeless little gasps and her eyes staring wildly, always searching for her mistress. The process had taken quite a while and in the meantime the leather strips around Roxy's tits had dried out somewhat, so that her tits were now grotesquely misshapen adding to her pain. Before ending the session Roxy had sworn that she would do anything for Mistress Vivian, absolutely anything. "Good, Roxy, good," Mistress Vivian said: "Its good that you know your place now. Then you will of course gladly beg me to remove all your teeth, won't you?" Roxy began to cry hopelessly as she realized that she had no choice and after some time she managed to beg Mistress Vivian to remove her teeth. Mistress Vivian wasted no time and took a pair of pliers and pulled all of Roxy's teeth out. As Roxy sat crying hysterically, her gums bleeding, Mistress Vivian produced two long, black, plastic tubes ending in rounded off cones. These she pushed onto Roxy's mangled hands, a process causing Roxy even more pain as her crushed hands were squeezed into the tips of the cones. When Roxy's hands were all the way in, Mistress Vivian secured the cones in place with sturdy straps. On Roxy's feet she put ballet-toed boots, like the ones Denise wore, requiring a lot of pushing and causing Roxy even more pain. In the end she slumped lifelessly in her bindings and Mistress Vivian had Denise help her lay Roxy down in a corner of the dungeon, where she was chained to the wall and left to recover. The torture session had triggered Mistress Vivian's libido in a big way and Denise spent a considerable amount of time in her bed, satisfying her need.

The next few weeks Denise spent performing her maid duties and satisfying Mistress Vivian as she transformed Roxy into the slave she wanted. When she was finished Roxy was a lot worse off than Denise. All her hair had been removed, leaving her bald and without eyebrows and on her forehead the words "toilet slave" had been tattooed. Her mouth was now held permanently open by a steel ring inserted in her lips, anchored in her jaw so it wasn't merely a matter of getting it out of the flesh in order to remove it. She had been corseted and in time her waist shrunk down to the same size as Denise's. Her tits were now receiving the same treatment as Denise's and would in time become even bigger. Mistress Vivian made sure that they were always constricted in some way and her nipples were ringed with large, heavy steel rings. Her hands never got out of the plastic tubes, reducing her usefulness to that of a coat rack or a toilet. Her hands were also connected by a steel rod of no more than three inches and she was required to hold her arms perpendicular to her body at all times, unless instructed otherwise. On her feet were now always her ballet-toed boots holding her mangled feet. Both her hands and her feet healed so that they became completely inflexible and took on the shape of their confinement. Separating Roxy's legs was a six-inch steel rod between her ankles and an eight-inch steel rod between her knees. The purpose of this was to expose her pussy and open it so that it was always ready for punishment. The rods turned her walking into a strange and ridiculous mincing waddle, much to the amusement of Mistress Vivian, thus further humiliating the already broken slave-girl.

Roxy's labia had been pierced six times through each lip and rings had been inserted in the holes. The rings had wires in them, which pulled her lips apart, the wires being pulled around her ass and secured to the truly monstrous dildo protruding from her ass. Like Denise's, Roxy' ass was now broken, unable to hold shit without the help of a plug. Roxy's pussy was now permanently open and showed off the final bit of torture and humiliation, which Mistress Vivian had employed in Roxy's everyday outfit. Roxy clit, which had been large to begin with, had been pulled and tugged until it was now almost an inch long. Around it Mistress Vivian had secured a steel band almost as broad as the clit was long. The band constricted Roxy's clit terribly causing her constant pain, but it didn't end there. Mistress Vivian had also pierced Roxy's clit so that a steel ring now ran through both the steel band holding it and the clit itself. Whenever Roxy was led around it was not by the stiff neck corset she wore, but by the ring through her clit.

While Denise's duties were that of a maid, Roxy's were that of a pain slave and portable toilet. She constantly followed Mistress Vivian around like a dog, always hoping that she pleased her mistress so that she wouldn't punish her, not fully understanding that the only way in which she pleased Mistress Vivian was when she was screaming in pain. Roxy even began to enjoy her position as toilet, since it was the least painful thing she did and she looked almost happy when Mistress Vivian squatted over upturned face.

A further humiliation came when she was allowed to cum for the first time. Roxy came when Mistress Vivian whipped her clit while she pulled the leash taut. The long hours spent being tortured had turned her into a real pain slut and she cried when she realized this. Mistress Vivian laughed at her slave, pushed her to her knee and took a dump in the crying slaves mouth.

After being Mistress Vivian's slave for about six months and when Roxy had fully assumed her role as pain slave, Denise was called into the living room. Roxy stood next to the couch on which Mistress Vivian sat and Roxy was emitting low, little screams, her tits being covered completely by needles. "Kneel," Mistress Vivian commanded and Denise instantly complied. "Your time with me is up Denise, you worthless sissy-shit." Denise felt great sadness as she loved the cruel mistress, but she just bowed her head in submission and sobbed a little. "However," Mistress Vivian continued, "I do think that you'll love your new mistress." Denise wondered at this. It was the first time anyone seemingly had expressed any kind of concern for how she felt. There had to be a catch. And there was a catch as Mistress Vivian finished: "I believe you met before, slave. Look up." Denise looked up and in the door stood Headmistress Regina von Kaltenbrunner. Denise's heart almost stopped from the shock as a mixture of lust and pure terror washed over her. This was it then, the end of the line. Not only had Headmistress promised that she would castrate Denise, she had also promised that she would be Denise's last owner. Denise wanted to throw herself at Headmistress' feet, but it would have been poor form and it would have disappointed her. Instead she looked at her with eyes filled with lust. Headmistress looked just as dominant as ever. She looked as severe and dominant as ever. Her hair had grayed a bit more, but her body was still hot. She wore the academy uniform: a business suit made of thick, blue leather and a pair of Oxfords with a seven-inch heel. Her hair was, as always, pulled into a tight bun and she wore her usual pointy horn-rimmed glasses. She wore leather gloves and held a riding crop in her right hand, slapping it idly against her left palm and her eyes gleamed with sadistic lust. "So Denise, you useless sissy-slave," she purred as she approached, idly whipping Roxy's clit once as she passed her, "Soon it will be time for you to lose those pathetic, little nuts of yours." Denise shivered with fear and lustful anticipation. On one hand she definitely didn't want to be castrated, but on the other hand she couldn't think of a greater turn-on than being castrated by this cruel woman whom she loved so much. In the background Roxy's screams had died out as she realized what had just been said. Roxy froze in terror as she tried to avoid attention from this the cruelest of mistresses.

As Denise was being scrutinized by Headmistress, she realized why Mistress Vivian had seemed to familiar when Denise had first become her property. There was a strong resemblance between the two women and Denise's suspicion was confirmed when Mistress Vivian asked: "So Mom, I assume you would want to castrate the useless bitch back at the school? Can I watch by the way?" Headmistress turned towards her daughter and replied: "Of course you and your sister can watch! And yes, I will take her nuts back at the school. Thank you so much Vivian. This really is a marvelous birthday present!" As mother and daughter embraced Denise was feeling honored that she, as gift, would please Headmistress so much. Her heart was racing and her mind in turmoil, unable to resolve her conflicting emotions over the prospect of being castrated by Regina von Kaltenbrunner. In the end she just had to settle for the fact that she didn't have any control over her life anyway, so she might as well give in to her terrified feelings of lust.

Denise was allowed to serve the two mistresses for two more days while Headmistress stayed with her daughter. In that time she only acted as a maid and was not tortured. It seemed that Headmistress wanted her to be fresh when she returned home. Instead the attention of the mistresses was focused on Roxy. For almost two days straight Roxy screamed as mother and daughter competed in cruelty towards slaves. The last time Denise saw Roxy, she was lying barely conscious in a pool of vomit, piss and shit. Then Denise was gagged and hooded, sealed inside a heavy, rubber bag, thrown into the trunk of Headmistress' limousine and driven of to her new and final owner.

Chapter 12

At the academy little had changed. As Denise was being led through the hallways, bound and gagged with a leash attached to her chastity device, she saw new sissies in training hurrying to class, eager to please the mistresses and to avoid punishment. The new sissies tried not to stare at Denise, but most failed. Denise's giant tits, her brutally constricted waist, her ballet-toed boots and the leash attached to her chastity tube made it hard for the sissies, who had just been feminized, to take their eyes off her. Headmistress, stopping when she saw them gawking at Denise said: "Inform Mistress Gibbons that you are all to be punished for stopping to stare without permission to do so." The whole flock o sissies in training whimpered in unison before replying: "Headmistress, yes, Headmistress." As the other sissies dispersed, Headmistress led Denise to her private quarters.

Inside her current "personal assistant" was waiting. Just as it had been with Erica when Denise had been at the academy, the function of Headmistress' personal assistant was primarily that of a handy pain slave, but Denise was in for a surprise. As the personal assistant scurried over to greet her mistress, Denise recognized her: it was Elke Hoffmeyer, former mistress at the academy. Although she was almost as severely corseted as Denise, she was still overweight, with a huge ass and great big, meaty thighs. Except for her head and her crotch, her entire body was covered in shiny, white rubber. On her feet were black, ballet-toed boots with nine-inch stilettos made from shiny, hard plastic. Her hands were held in similar hard and shiny plastic cones, rendering them useless. A six-inch chain connected her wrists and short chains to her neck corset and to her waist insured that she always held her hands straight out from the body, unable to bring them either up nor down. Her ankles were connected by a six-inch chain, forcing her to take tiny mincing steps. Her neck corset was made from hard, shiny, black plastic and allowed her practically no head movement. Elke had been shaved completely bald and even her eyebrows had been removed. In her mouth was a huge penis gag, held in place by an intricate harness criss-crossing her head. Finally her tits, encased in white rubber like the rest of her body, were constricted by a number of straps giving them a longish, sausage-like shape. Her now tiny and useless sex had been pierced and a large steel ring hung from it. Where her balls had been was now an absolutely smooth patch of skin. Elke Hoffmeyer's eyes were desperate, full of eagerness to please. Headmistress greeted her slave by slapping her face hard and saying: "Elke, you useless, sexless cow, meet your replacement." As Elke understood her facial expression changed. Although she now knew that she had come to the end of the line, she looked more relieved than scared.

Elke Hoffmeyer had continued her duties as mistress at the academy after Denise had left, perfectly content with punishing fresh, little sissies. However, Headmistress had changed the routine of the academy a little after seeing the beneficial effect Erica's castration had had on Denise and Yvonne. It was now an annual tradition to let the all the sissies in training watch Headmistress torture and castrate some poor, defenseless sissy. All the patrons of the academy who had sent several sissies to the school to be trained, agreed that it had improved the already impressive willingness to do anything at all, which sissies trained at the Kaltenbrunner Academy displayed. As for Headmistress, she enjoyed the castrations more than any other activity at the school, so the castration session became an event.

This made Elke Hoffmeyer more than a little nervous, as she was the only shemale mistress at the academy. She still occasionally turned up at Headmistress' door late at night to be punished, as she had done ever since Headmistress had brought her to the academy, but the pleasure of submitting to Headmistress was now mixed with fear of castration, which Elke didn't find the least bit arousing. But Headmistress made no move to harm Elke permanently, preferring instead to go out and hunt for fresh shemales to castrate.

But of course one evening Headmistress had decided that Elke would make a fine victim for the event. After a comparatively light session with Headmistress, Elke had been kneeling in front of her. Elke had been dressed only in her high-heeled Oxfords, her hands tied in an armbinder and her erect and throbbing member had been resting on a wooden block. Headmistress used the sole of her shoe to step on Elke's cock, rubbing it against the wood, and the friction finally made Elke cum, her body thrashing as she moaned loudly and shot her load out over the floor. As her cock became flaccid Headmistress stepped on it hard, pinning it to the block and addressed her: "Elke, you worthless cow, I have decided to castrate you. You are no longer of value to the academy and frankly, you are starting to bore me." Elke's reaction was to scream with fear. This was what she had feared for years and she found herself unable to even plead. Headmistress gagged her and called for an attendant to take Elke away, locking her up before the big event.

All the sissies were tied up so that they were forced to watch the event and after several hours of cruel and brutal torture of Elke, the main event finally arrived. Many of the sissies looked very pale and several would vomit as they watched the castration. Elke didn't notice, as she was too busy screaming in pain. She was standing on all fours; her hands and legs were secured in stocks, firmly bolted to the floor. She knelt about four feet from the wall and from the wall protruded a telescopic rod, at the end of which was a dildo. The dildo, which had very broad base, was shoved up Elke's ass and as the telescopic rod had been fixed in position, it made sure that Elke couldn't move her ass any farther back. Mounted on the wall was also a small winch. For the castration itself, Headmistress had tied a steel wire around one of Elke's testicles and now used the winch to pull it off ever so slowly, tightening the winch little by little. Elke was screaming her head off and when the wire tore off the first of her testicles, she vomited and passed out. Headmistress made sure to wake up Elke before stopping the bleeding and proceeding to pull the other testicle off.

After a visit to Dr. Jacobsen to patch up her wounds, Elke returned as Headmistess' personal assistant. With Denise's arrival her stint as Headmistress' personal pain toy was over, as was her "career" as a slave.

Of course Denise knew nothing of this, but she did manage to learn that the public castrations had become an annual event. When night came she was chained to a wall in Headmistress' quarters together with Elke. They were of course unable to talk, but the wall opposite them was covered with pictures from these sessions. The pictures were arranged in columns; one column for each slave, five pictures to a column: one before the castration session, three during and one after. Elke' row was complete, all five pictures hanging on the wall but so far Denise's column had only one. Denise spent all night staring at the pictures and the horrific torture scenes depicted in them. Headmistress had known what effect the pictures would have on Denise and had made sure she wore a diaper, which was a good thing as she quickly lost bladder control from the fear.

Denise was still filled with powerful, mixed emotions. She was scared almost out of her mind at the prospect of being castrated, but at the same time it thrilled her to think about it and filled her with lust. The thought of submission so ultimate made her heart beat faster with lust and the fact that it would be Headmistress performing the castration only fuelled her submissive fantasies.

When the time came, she was almost mad with fear and lust. Regina von Kaltenbrunner also thought that the castration of Denise would be quite special. By now she had performed quite a few of them and it was the biggest turn on she could think of. This time, however, there was a crucial difference from the "usual" castrations. All of her other victims had been unwilling; worthless little sissy-shits captured for just that one purpose. It was different with Denise. Headmistress only had to look at Denise once to know that she was so in love with her mistress, that she regarded it as an honor and a turn-on to be castrated by her. Denise was by far the most pain loving submissive Regina von Kaltenbrunner had ever come across, so she had decided to grant Denise an extra measure of freedom. The obvious thing to do would have been to allow Denise to cum before removing her nuts in the most painful manner possible, but that would have been boring and devoid of style. No, Denise would not be allowed to cum one last time. Instead Headmistress knelt down beside Denise, who was shaking with fear and lust, and explained her what she expected of her.

And so it was that when all the fresh sissies had been tied up and were ready to watch the spectacle, Denise came crawling behind Headmistress into the room, without bonds of any kind. Denise wore only her corset, since her back would break if it was removed. She wore no shoes, so she had to crawl, and she wore no collar, no cuffs and no gag. Even her member was without its chastity device and stood rock-hard and throbbing, begging for release. Both the other mistresses and the sissies watched in amazement as Denise crawled before Headmistress and kissed her shoes with great passion and asked: "Headmistress, please, Headmistress. Headmistress, would you please accept this worthless sissy-slave's balls, so that this useless sissy may express her gratitude at being your slave, Headmistress?" Headmistress thought about this for a while, as everybody in the room held their breath and answered: "All-right slave, but you will of course have be punished for your presumptuousness." Denise bowed her head in submission before Headmistress. Headmistress looked fantastic. Her hair was in its usual tight bun and she wore her usual severe looking glasses. She was naked except for black, rubber opera gloves and thigh-high, black boots made from thin, black rubber. The boots had seven-inch metal heels, the thinnest and sharpest Denise had ever seen.

With Denise's show of submission the torture began. First Denise was whipped thoroughly as she stood untied on all fours. Then she was tied spread eagle on the floor before her front side was whipped just as soundly as her backside. When the whipping was over Denise was crying and whimpering; her whole body covered in angry, red welts. Throughout all this her member remained erect and her lust for Headmistress only increased with every blow. Next her tits were the focus of attention. Using very thin rope Headmistress constricted them at one-inch intervals all the way from the base to the tip, before starting the needle torture. When her tits were covered with needles, and Denise was emitting a constant stream of little screams, Headmistress connected some of them to electrical wires and sent live current through Denise's tits, sending her into a renewed fit of screaming and thrashing. Even after Headmistress had finished this part of the torture, and she had taken her time, Denise's cock remained rock-hard. Headmistress decided to test Denise's devotion as she took hold of her member. She looked down at Denise and said: "Slave, I want you to show me how much you love me. I'm going to give you a hand-job now and if you are unable to restrain yourself and do cum, I will take as sign that you are sufficiently devoted to me and that you do not deserve to be castrated by me." Denise saw that she was being offered a way out, but she also saw how disappointed Headmistress would be if she took it. Even though castration was still her worst nightmare, she could not disappoint Headmistress. She had to show her devotion to her and the only way to do this was not to cum and be castrated by Headmistress. Denise sobbed as she spoke: "Headmistress, please Headmistress. Headmistress, allow this filthy slave to show her devotion to you, Headmistress." Regina saw in Denise's eyes that she would indeed hold back her orgasm and allow Headmistress to castrate her.

Headmistress' hands were the most skilled Denise had ever encountered and it was by now several months since she had cum, but still she managed to hold back her orgasm and show Headmistress how much she loved her. She thrashed and squirmed as she cried and screamed but she did not cum. When Headmistress stopped manipulating Denise's member after more than half an hour, the room was dead silent except for Denise's crying.

The torture began again. Vices were placed on Denise's hands and feet and ever so slowly they were crushed. Denise passed out several times, but every time Headmistress used smelling salt to wake her up before continuing. When Denise's hands and feet were completely crushed Headmistress allowed Denise to recover a little. She stood over Denise's face and pissed into Denise's open mouth. Then she tied a piece of string loosely around Denise's balls, pulled them away from her crotch and waited for Denise to recover a bit more.

Denise knew that the final phase of the session had arrived. She was almost hysterical with pain and she desperately wanted to just pass out from the pain, but she knew that this wasn't an option. She must remain conscious for Headmistress and the castration to come.

Headmistress started by kicking her in the groin several times. The pain took Denise's breath away and when she recovered enough to groan Headmistress stepped on her testicles with the sole of her boots, making Denise pass out from the pain. Headmistress patiently woke Denise up before beginning again.

Headmistress now placed her right boot-heel with the utmost care on Denise's right testicle and began to apply pressure. She pressed until it looked like the testicle was just about to pop and Denise screamed hysterically. Then she stopped applying more pressure but instead held the pressure constant. Denise screamed even more, thrashing in her bonds as she tried to escape. When she had held the heel there for good long time she withdrew it a little, easing the pressure somewhat. As Denise's scream lost some of its intensity; Headmistress reversed and instead put all her weight on the heel. As the extremely thin heel penetrated the testicle sack, blood squirted out and Denise's scream reached a peak before running out of air. She thrashed helplessly as her right testicle punctured, her face turning first red, then white as she vomited from the pain. Headmistress meanwhile, was taking her time with Denise's testicle as she used Denise's thrashing combined with her own footwork to tear a long gash in the testicle sack so that she could use her heel to pry out the testicle itself. When Denise saw her testicle skewered on Headmistress' boot-heel like a canapé at a cocktail-party, she passed out. Headmistress calmly scraped Denise's testicle of her heel and went to fetch a first aid kit. The destroyed testicle sack was bleeding quite badly.

Before she started to repair some of the damage to the testicle sack, she woke up Denise using smelling salts. As Denise came to, she began to cry hysterically. Meanwhile Headmistress cleaned the wound. She did it by rubbing some kind of white powder into the wound. As the powder came into contact with the wound it created a great deal of foam, as well as a great deal of pain and Denise's screams began again.

Headmistress put the first aid kit away and stood up between Denise's legs. She repeated the process on Denise's left testicle and after a while there were two crushed testicles lying in a pool of blood between Denise's legs. This time Denise had somehow not fainted and had watched the whole thing, screaming and dry-retching. As Denise screamed and cried Headmistress fetched her first aid kit and began cleaning the wounds once again causing Denise to scream even more.

Denise was at the brink of collapse and just wanted to sink into unconsciousness now that her greatest nightmare and her greatest sexual fantasy had come through at the same time. She had shown her complete and utter devotion to the mistress she loved above all others and she felt like her life as a slave was effectively over. But Headmistress had one more thing she wanted Denise to do; one more humiliation she wanted to put her through. She knelt down beside Denise and slapped her face to get her attention. The room was dead quiet as Headmistress spoke: "Slave, there is one more thing for you to do." Denise blinked uncertainly at Headmistress and tried to answer but only weak croaking sounds came out. Headmistress didn't really need or want a reply as she told Denise what she wanted her to do: "I want you to clean up your mess. Here, get rid of these." Headmistress held out her right hand and in it was Denise mangled testicles, dripping a little bit of blood on Denise's face. When Denise understood what Headmistress had commanded her to do, she began to cry again. Not only was it disgusting, it was also terribly humiliating. Of course she had no choice but to obey and so she opened her mouth. Headmistress wore a condescending little smile as she put the mangled testicles into Denise's mouth and watched as the slave swallowed them. When Denise had swallowed her own testicles Headmistress slapped her face and stood up. The show was over and she turned to look at the others in the room. All the other little sissies had vomited and a few had passed out. The rest looked at her with a look of absolute fear. Her daughters stood off to one side and both were clapping at the performance. Vivian had brought Roxy who trembled in fear at the mere sight of Headmistress. Her other daughter, Miriam, had brought her own slave, a freshly caught sissy who was busy eating her own shit, as she had lost bladder- and sphincter control during the torture session. The sissy whined with fear as Headmistress approached her daughters to thank them for the birthday present.

Meanwhile Denise had finally been allowed to pass out as she was released and sent off to Dr. Jacobsen to be patched up.

A month later Denise assumed the last slave role she would ever have. Elke had disappeared and Denise was now Headmistress' "personal assistant" or pain toy. Her head had been shaved, including her eyebrows and she was now completely hairless. Like her predecessors she was dressed in shiny white rubber and the only skin that was exposed was her bald head and her crotch. Her crushed feet had been forced into ballet-toed boots with an extremely pointed toe and no heels, her feet effectively forming an extension of her leg. Balancing was hard, but the firm hand of Headmistress insured that she learned quickly. A four-inch chain, making her steps impossibly small, connected her ankles. Her crushed hands had been amputated and on the stumps were now little, black plastic covers with D-rings, making it easier to tie up her arms or hang things on the end of Denise's arms. Her arms were connected by a four-inch chain, just like her ankles, and chains to her neck corset and to the corset around her waist insured that she always held them perpendicular to her body. She was still severely corseted and her new neck corset allowed no head movement at all. Her tits were constricted using an intricate harness, painfully pressing the tits into tortuous shapes. Large steel rings pierced her nipples and chains from these rings to her neck corset held her breasts up so that they pointed straight ahead. Her gag was held in place by a single, broad rubber strap. The gag itself was a foot-long dildo going all the way down her throat, cutting off all sound. Denise drew breath through a tiny little hole running down the center of the dildo. The hole was so narrow that Denise had to work hard for every breath. An even bigger dildo was rammed up her ass.

Her crotch was now of course smooth and her dick was now a tiny, useless little appendage. It was pierced no less than five times; four thick, steel studs through the shaft and one thick and heavy steel ring through the head. A leash was attached to the ring and Headmistress used it to lead Denise around.

The heavy doses of hormones she still received had the effect of still making Denise slightly horny and sometimes there was even a slight stirring from her damaged sex, but it was rare and it was an unpleasant reminder of the passionate and sexy creature she had been before the castration. Now her world had been reduced to pain and obedience without any possibility of even the slightest reward. The only thought in Denise's damaged mind was to please Headmistress. The mere presence of Headmistress filled Denise with the desire to submit, the only thing beside pain she had left to enjoy. Although Denise couldn't see it herself, it was fortunate that she enjoyed being tortured by Headmistress, since her life otherwise would have been completely devoid of even the slightest pleasure. She spent her days scampering after Headmistress in an attempt to please her beloved mistress.

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