Chapter 1

Waking up in an unfamiliar place is always bewildering, and Christine felt exactly that as she coughed violently and sat up on a small hard bed in a tiny room with little natural light.  She faced a stout looking steel door that looked as though it belonged in a prison.  She coughed again, her throat parched and sore and then slowly looked around at her surroundings. 

Plain wooden floor boards ran the length of the small room, a large wardrobe stood in a corner opposite the door and at the foot of her bed stood a plain metal footlocker; no other furniture adorned the austere room.  Only a single small window, high in the wall, barred and heavily tinted, allowed a small amount of natural light to enter the room. 

As well as her throat, her head pounded with a startling and lingering headache.  She gripped her head in both hands and tried massaging her temples, but to no avail, the headache persisted relentlessly.  Christine pulled the bed’s single sheet around her naked body.  Trying to ignore the headache, she timidly climbed up on the bed and pulled herself up to the small barred window.  Through it she could just make out the city skyline in the medium distance.  She was far from home.

Through the grinding headache she tried to recall what had happened to her.  She remembered a bar, dancing, drinking with strangers.  She’d been in town for a musical recital and had decided to get a taste of big-city life by frequenting a couple of likely looking night spots.  The evening’s events progressively became fuzzier, and she remembered vomiting into a gutter at one point.  After that her recollections were entirely blurry.

She certainly didn’t remember coming to this place, wherever it was. 

She levered at the window in an effort to open it however it was stuck fast.  Gripping the iron bars, she pulled herself further up to look down into the street, quickly realising that she was five or six stories above street level.  She saw a handful of people quietly going about their business, wrapped up tight against cold-winter winds that howled down the street.  She looked out of the window until her arms began to ache.  She guessed, correctly, that the window was tinted enough to deny any passer-by the ability to look in.

With her make-shift toga still wrapped around her she walked to the imposing steel door.  She saw no handle, only a keyhole and what appeared to be a hinged window that opened outward and allow someone to look in on her.  The door was locked and Christine began to worry in earnest.

She called out, timidly at first, and then with increasing frustration as her cries went unanswered.  Eventually she began pounding on the door with her open hand:  “Hello!  Is anyone there?  Let me out!  There’s been some sort of mistake!” 

Only silence answered her.

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Eventually Christine sat back on the bed and watched the shadows begin to shrink as the sun cast more and more light into her room.  The wind whined passed the window, suggesting that outside it was a cold blustery winter’s day.  Inside her cell however – which was how she had come to think of this tiny room – it was comfortably warm.

Still curiosity led her to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, where she hoped that she’d find her clothes from the night before, or even some clothes of any type.  The wardrobe however was completely empty.  She turned to the footlocker at the base of the hard bed and upon opening it she found an envelope.

“Open this if you want to live”, was printed on the front of the envelope.  Christine tentatively opened the envelope and a small hearing device fell into the palm of her hand.  She looked at the device closely and as she did so she faintly heard noise emitting from it.  Reluctantly she put it in her ear.

“Well done Christine,” the female’s soothing voice would have put her at ease had her situation not been so daunting.  “I need you to listen to me very carefully Christine.  We have about half an hour before the door in front of you opens and when it does you will need to have understood everything that I am about to tell you.  First of all, you may ask questions at any time, I will answer them as honestly as I can.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Christine said awkwardly, “How can you hear me?”  She asked.

“Look up… now to your left.  See?”  Christine followed the instructions and saw a small object attached to the ceiling.  Rectangular and black it was about the size of a playing card.  “It’s a camera and microphone, I can see and hear you at all times, you’ll find them throughout the building.”

“What is this place?” was Christine’s next question.

“Ah, one of the big questions,” the female voice suggested, “this building has no name, and I can’t tell you where it is exactly, but if you’ve looked out the window you’d have seen that you’re west of the city.  You’re in a secure room on a secure floor.  There is only one way in or out of the building and the only time you will ever see the exit is when you leave this place for good –“

Christine interrupted, “When will that be, why I am here, who are you?  Please let me out!”

“Stop!” The voice suggested firmly, “all in good time.  I will explain.  Please sit back down and try to remain calm.”

Christine sat back on the bed.

“My name is Sophie, and I am the closest thing to a friend you will find in this place.  If you are smart you’ll listen to me, follow my instructions and if you do that things will go easier.

“You have been abducted,” Christine’s stomach churned and she felt like being sick, “by some rather wealthy individuals who own this place.  They also employ me.  These people have very particular tastes and desires that can’t be realised in the real world.  So they built this place and they abduct girls like you to satisfy their needs.  I know this is all very hard to come to grips with and I know you’re very scared right now. 

“If I can offer any consolation it’s that you’ll eventually be released.  That is if you behave, if you do that they’ll eventually tire of you or find someone new to play their games with.  When that happens, you’ll be let go with a very substantial reward for your time and your silence.

“How do I know this?”  The voice called Sophie asked rhetorically, “because I was once like you.  I woke up in the very bed you’re sitting on right now and spent three long years playing their games.  Then one day they came and let me go.  But I offered to stay to help the girls.  I’m here to keep an eye on you and to help you where I can, but I can only help you if you try to help yourself.

“Now I need you to understand me now.  Are you listening carefully Christine?”

“Yes,” Christine whimpered, her mind trying desperately to absorb the things that Sophie was telling her through the earpiece.

“Your future survival depends on one thing and one thing only.  Submit.  Submit to whatever they ask of you.  If you resist, you will be tortured.  If you attempt to escape, you will be severely punished.  If you break any of their rules, you will be punished. 

“Submission is your only ticket out of here.  Put out of your mind any thought of being rescued or escaping.  These people are well connected:  ruthless and rich.  They control law enforcement and this building is more secure than most bank vaults.  But if you play along with them and let them have their fun then one day you might just make it out of here alive, and when you do you will have more money than you can dream of.”

“I can’t believe any of this!”  Christine said in shock.

“You had better believe it Christine, because it’s true.”

“Who are they?”  She asked.

“There are four of them, three men and one woman.  I only know them as Mr White, Mr Black, Mr Green and Miss Red.  You will only ever refer to them as Master or Mistress.  You will never talk out of place and will always answer promptly when asked a question.  If you fail to follow these rules you will be punished.

“How?  What do you mean:  punished?”

“That depends,” the voice in her ear suggested, “for something minor you might get a spanking, for the more serious infringements you can expect to be tortured… sexually.”

“What!”  Christine cried in disbelief.

“All four of them are sadists Christine.  They each enjoy their own particular flavour of sadism, but they all enjoy torturing, humiliating and degrading young women like yourself.  But on the upside, you may – in time – even begin to enjoy it!”

“Never!  Let me out of here!”  Christine jumped to her feet and began pounding on the steel door.  She ignored Sophie’s pleas through the ear bud for her to calm down, and for several minutes Christine kicked, punched and pounded at the steel door while screaming at the top of her lungs.

Some minutes later she collapsed on the ground before the door, breathless and discouraged.

“Christine, are you alright?”  Sophie’s voice asked quietly in her ear.

“Please just let me out, please?”  Christine moaned.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.  If I could I would, but I simply can’t.  You don’t have that choice.  The only choices you now have are what they intend for you.  I’m so sorry.”  Sophie went quiet for a minute.

“I do feel sorry for you Christine.  I really do; but I’m just trying to do the best for you that I can.  If you listen to me then it won’t be so bad.  We only have ten more minutes before the time delay lock on your door opens and when that happens you won’t have much time at all. 

“If you want to avoid the worst that they can offer, you need to listen to me now.”

In abject misery and discouragement Christine nodded.

“You aren’t the only girl here, there are three others.  The masters always keep four girls at a time to keep them amused.”

“What are their names?  The girls?”  Christine asked the voice in her ear.

“Ah, that’s a good question, and it leads me to some of the rules.”  Sophie said quietly.  “The other girls have no proper names.  No one is allowed to ever be called by their proper names here, instead you will be given a new name by the masters.  Most likely they will do that today.  Your new name will be what you answer to, how you will refer to yourself and how the other girls will refer to you.  If you tell anyone your real name, you will be punished, and so will the girl who you tell.  If you find out the real name of any of the other girls, you will be punished.  So please, don’t try and find out anyone else’s real name, and don’t try and tell anyone yours.  It’s a security measure.

“But when the door opens in front of you, I will not call you by your real name ever again, do you understand?”

“Yes, but what will my name be?”

“The masters will tell you when they get to it.  Until then they will probably refer to you as: New Girl, or slut or something generic.”

“And the other girls?”  Christine asked, calmer now, “what are they called?”

“School, Rubber and Pain.”  Sophie answered.

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”  Sophie said cryptically, “Now, we only have a couple of minutes left.  When the door opens you must go and help Pain get Rubber out of the cell.” 

“What?”  Christine responded hesitantly.

“Rubber’s in the cell, it’s a concrete box across the common room, when your door opens, so will the doors to the other three bedrooms on the floor as well as the door to the cell.  Each night one of you spends the night in the cell.  Sometimes that will be you and you will be shackled to the wall.  Other times you will be left in the strictest of bondage, it all depends on the masters’ whims. 

“It was Rubber’s bad luck that she was chosen last night and she is currently shackled to the wall in the cell.  The keys to her chains are on the table in the common room.  The masters always leave them there.  Your first job will be to help Pain get Rubber out of the cell.  Unlock her shackles and help her to the table. 

“The other girls know that you are here, the masters told them last night that a New Girl was coming, so they are expecting you.  They will try to help you if you let them, but be careful.”

“Why do I need to be careful?”  She asked Sophie carefully.

“I don’t have time to explain everything now, just understand that the masters enjoy turning you against each other.  It pays to be helpful and friendly… but wary.

“Now, once you’ve finished helping Rubber, you will need to get in the shower and have some breakfast, all of you must be clean, fed and dressed by eight a.m.  If any of you are not, then you will be punished.  And that brings me to a delicate point Christine,”  Sophie’s voice took on a new edge, “When you are in the shower you will clean yourself all over, inside and out, with the soap and body lotion provided, then you will shave every bit of hair off your body with the exception of your head.”

“What?  All of it?”

“Yes, unless you want the masters to do it for you, and they have rather uncomfortable ways of achieving it.  I’ve seen them pull every single hair out with tweezers, or burn it off.  Seriously, listen to me, shave every hair on your body off, and be extra careful around your genitals, because they are likely to pay the most attention to that area.”

“You can’t be serious,” Christine spat out.

“I have never been more serious in my life Christine.

“Then once you’re finished in the shower you are required to dress, now because it’s your first day you don’t have any clothing – that will be allocated to you later.  You will stand in the door of your bedroom and await the inspection, and then you will be inducted.  Now, we only have moments left.  From this point on, don’t talk to me, I will – from-time-to-time – talk to you and give you instructions.  That’s my job as controller here, if I ask you a question then you may answer, but do not attempt to contact me unless invited.

“And a final word Christine, accept anything and everything that the masters tell you to.  Submit.  It’s your only hope of survival.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Sophie.”  Christine responded fearfully. 

She didn’t even have a moment to think about the terrible things she had just been told before the steel door in front of her emitted a loud click and begun to open up on the common room beyond.  The first thing she saw was a naked girl with red hair run from the door next to her across the room and into a bathroom beyond.  Then a split second later a blonde emerged from another door and walked purposefully toward a table that sat in the middle of the room.  She immediately saw Christine and put her finger to her lips, indicating that Christine should be quiet.  Christine remembered Sophie’s comments about not talking unless invited and nodded to the naked blonde girl.

Christine watched her as she crossed the room to the table.  The table was laden with breakfast goods:  cereals, toast, spreads, milk, and orange juice – a veritable continental breakfast setting.  And a set of keys. 

The voluptuous blonde picked up the keys from the table and beckoned for Christine to follow her, Christine noticed that the blonde’s rounded bottom and back bore a crisscross of faded welts and weals.  As did her large and pendulous breasts.  The blonde girl was certainly not super-model material, she had a cherubic face, stood a mere five and a bit foot high and probably carried a few extra kilos on her bottom, breasts and hips.  She was however, still very attractive in her own way. 

Christine – still wrapped up in her sheet – followed her to another steel door that had swung open.  The room beyond lay drenched in darkness.  Christine followed the blonde into the darkened room and it took several moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The room was entirely bare except for a single naked light globe – currently extinguished – hanging from the ceiling.  The only other features within the room were a series of staples driven into the concrete walls.  The floor was cold and hard and with the exception of the light bulb, there wasn’t a single source of light in the room.  The blonde walked to the far end of the room and for the first time Christine could just make out the dark outline of a human figure lying tucked into a corner of the room.  The blonde waved Christine over and as she drew closer she began to realise that the human figure on the ground was almost entirely black; as a result, Christine hadn’t spotted her earlier.

The blonde knelt down to the figure and found the padlock that locked a thick heavy chain around the black figure’s neck to a staple in the wall.  She found the keyhole, unlocked the padlock and pulled the chain through the heavy black collar that surrounded the black figure’s neck.  The blonde indicated to Christine that she should help the prostrate figure to her feet and Christine offered her shoulder.  Consequently the sheet that was protecting her modesty fell away, leaving Christine as naked as the day she was born. 

Christine didn’t take much notice of her nakedness as she helped haul the black clad figure to her feet.  And on touching the figure Christine realised that the black was in fact a thick covering of rubber.  This person was totally encased in strong smelling rubber. 

As the trio emerged from the darkened cell the increasing light revealed further details.

For starters, Christine stood several inches higher than the plump blonde.  Her strawberry blonde hair flowed down her back in luxuriant waves and she bore a noble face with a slightly upturned nose that she thought to be her best feature.  Her breasts represented the only disappointment she had with her body, but she was saving for an augmentation to improve upon the measly A cup that nature had bestowed on her.  Christine’s skin was pale, betraying her Scottish heritage.  As a rule she avoided the sun for fear of the freckles that had afflicted her as a young girl.

The rubber clad girl stood (or rather slumped) several inches taller than Christine.  However Christine soon realised that the height difference was made up by the tortuous shoes on the rubber girl’s feet.  The knee length, lace up boots, forced her toes into an en-Pointe position and the heel of the shoe was at least six or seven inches long.  Christine wondered just how the girl would walk if unassisted.  She also wondered how painful the poor girl’s toes must feel trapped in that pointed position. 

The rest of the girl’s costume shocked Christine, and she soon guessed that this girl must be the one known as Rubber – for obvious reasons.  Where the boots finished at Rubber’s knee, her legs were clad in thick rubber tights that disappeared under a rubber skirt that barely covered the girl’s rubber clad buttocks.  Above the skirt, the girl wore an all-body rubber stocking.  It covered her arms, the entirety of her head (with the exception of her mouth and nostrils) and her hands.  Over the stocking she wore an obscenely tightened rubber corset.  The corset pushed the girls rubber encased breasts together in a shelf of rubber coated tit flesh.  She also wore a black rubber apron – with white edging – and from between her legs hung two rubbery bulbs.  The final touches to the rubber girl’s outfit were the ring gag that held open the girl’s only exposed orifice (her mouth) and the wig she wore over her tight rubber discipline hood.  The wig was of black fringed hair tied into twin pigtails. 

Rubber, the blonde and Christine finally reached the table, where upon Christine pulled out a chair for the rubber clad maid to sit upon.  She did so, groaning in effort and pain from behind the ring gag.

The blonde pulled out a chair for herself and then spoke, and in doing so, surprised Christine slightly:  “Sophie says that I can talk to you for a few minutes.  I can answer some questions and explain what’s going on.”

Christine nodded.

The blonde poured a large glass of orange juice, placed a straw in it and handed it to Rubber who promptly began sucking – as best she could – through the straw pushed through her ring gag.

“I’m Pain and this is Rubber.  School’s in the shower.  If you don’t mind I’ll just call you New Girl for the time being, is that alright?”

“I suppose so.”  Christine started, “Is she always dressed like that?”  Christine indicated toward Rubber, who promptly shook her head.

“No, we all get to sleep naked, unless we go in the cell.  Which is why I am going to need your help in a moment.  If Rubber isn’t cleaned up and redressed in the next forty-five minutes she’ll get punished, and it’s likely that we all will too if we don’t help.  Let just let her get some juice down her first.  Then, can you help me?”

“Okay.”  Christine offered cautiously.

While Rubber drank her orange juice, Pain encouraged Christine to eat:  “We don’t get any other food until dinner.  So eat now or go hungry.”  She explained.

Pain started by removing the ring gag from Rubber’s mouth, the tormented girl spent several moments exercising her strained jaw.  Then the strangely attractive blonde removed one of the monstrous boots as Christine worked on the other.  Rubber also pitched in by removing her wig and apron. 

Slowly the three girls peeled layer after layer of black rubber off the girl.  Christine was shocked when Rubber eased the two monster inflatable dildos out of her vagina and anus.  Even deflated they were ten and eight inches long respectively, and two inches wide.  Christine shuddered to think at how large they’d been before they’d been deflated.

The shocks continued when Rubber’s stockings rolled down to reveal a bottom lined from top to bottom with the most vicious welts.  Each line of welts lay over the top of another from her thighs to the top of her bottom.  Similarly her breasts had born the same terrible treatment.  Once the corset and body stocking were removed Christine saw that not a single piece of tit flesh on the girl had been left intact. 

Pain explained, “Rubber drew the short straw last night.  Every night we draw straws, the girl who loses becomes the object of the evening’s festivities.  Sometimes the masters have particular plans in mind for the losing girl, sometimes they improvise.  Last night however we each had to devise a punishment for Rubber under threat of taking her place.  School’s suggestion was the one that won.  Master Black took a heavy rattan cane to Rubber’s breasts while Mistress Red took one to her bottom.  She passed out four times.”

Rubber, who had turned out to be a startlingly striking brunette once her rubber attire had been stripped off, sobbed quietly as she remembered the previous evening.

“School had no choice, I’m sorry Rubber.”  Pain tried to explain.

At this point the bathroom door opened to reveal a tall red head clad in a towel.  Where Christine’s hair was a pale strawberry, School’s hair was strikingly red.  She appeared to be about five foot eight and enjoyed a shapely hourglass physique.  Her breasts were somewhere in size between Pain’s, which were large and heavy, and Christine’s which were little more than cup size.  She also had the most striking green eyes that Christine had ever seen.

Rubber, still in tears, took the opportunity to leave the table and hobble to the bathroom as School sat down and began assembling her own breakfast.  As Rubber disappeared into the bathroom, School looked back guiltily.

“Hi, I’m School,” the redhead introduced herself, “and you must be the New Girl.”

“Yes,” Christine responded.

“Do what they say and it’s not so bad.”  School explained.

“She’s right,” Pain reinforced the other girl’s advice.  Then she changed topic, “When Rubber gets out of the shower you and School are going to have to dress her, she can’t handle it by herself.  Do you think you can do that New Girl?”

“I suppose so.”

“Good, her clothes are in the wardrobe in that room there,” Pain pointed toward one of the four bedroom doors.  “School will show you the rest.”

“Do you need help too?”  Christine asked the girl who’d named herself as School.

“No, only Rubber, and maybe you, depending on what they decide.”

“What do you mean?”  Christine asked. 

“Well I thought that was obvious.  Each of us has a role in this sick little menagerie.  Rubber is the maid, she’s the one who totters around dusting things and serving drinks, but what she mostly ends up doing is choking down one of the master’s dicks or licking Mistress Red’s snatch.  Pain is the principal object for torture, she’s the one they like to experiment on with needles and medical equipment.  I’m the school girl, which means I spend the vast majority of my life bent over a knee or chair getting my bottom spanked, whipped or thrashed… and then the rest…”  School avoided expanding further and instead moved on, “So if they follow form, the masters will undoubtedly have some theme in mind for you as well.”

“Oh”, was all Christine could utter.  Again she felt her stomach sink as School so coldly described the dark and terrible future awaiting her.

School finished her breakfast and retreated to her bedroom leaving Pain and Christine alone at the table.

“I’m afraid.”  Christine uttered.

“I know.  We all are, particularly when we first arrive.  But I wasn’t joking before, if you do what they say it’s not so bad.  If you don’t cooperate then they will make your life a living hell.  But if you do the right thing then it’s only horrid. 

“Look, I’ve been here for six months and I admit I hate every minute of it.  I wish there was a way out, but there’s not.  We’re five floors up and each floor is locked up tighter than Fort Knox.  No one’s ever come looking for any of us as far as I can tell, and if they have, then they haven’t discovered us.  Whoever these people are, they’re well organised and powerful enough to make sure that we’ll never be found.  So the best advice I can give you is to do whatever it is that they want. 

“I won’t lie, you’ll be made to do things that are disgusting, degrading, painful and just plain wrong – but the alternative is so much worse.”

“What do you mean?”  Christine asked tentatively.

“You don’t want to die, do you?”

“No!  Of course not!”

“Then do what you’re told, because while they won’t set out to kill you, some of the masters can get over-enthusiastic.  I haven’t seen them actually kill anyone, but I’ve spent time in the infirmary when they’ve gone overboard – every one of us have – and it’s only a short step over that line… you know?”  Pain shrugged.

“And another thing that you’ll work out pretty quickly:  If you misbehave, we get punished to.  And if you get us into trouble then the other girls might respond in kind.  We’re one big happy, if slightly bizarre family here New Girl, so please try to fit in and whatever you do, just do whatever they say.”

“I’ll try.”  Christine answered meekly.  Pain’s words sank into Christine’s mind, and while she’d first been ready to scream and bite and kick to get out of here, for the first time she realised that there were other victims here as well, and that she needed to bear them in mind.

“Don’t try, just do it.”  Pain said forcefully, “Remember, if we can help you, we will, and if you do your bit, we’ll do ours.  Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Christine found herself in Rubber’s room sorting through the numerous rubber accoutrements that her and School would have to help Rubber into.

School had since changed into her uniform.  Her hair was in plaits; a tight fitting white see-through blouse with a school tie hung between her well proportioned breasts.  She also wore a very short tartan mini skirt which partly revealed her plain white cotton panties whenever she bent over, and to finish it off, knee-high white socks and black and white saddle shoes on her feet. 

Dressing Rubber was a logistical nightmare, and School was worried that they wouldn’t have enough time before the inspection.  Christine looked away as Rubber inserted the two inflatable dildos into her nether orifices.  She groaned as the stretched holes – that had just enjoyed a ten minute respite – were again stuffed to capacity.  Then followed the head to toe rubber body suit.  It took a good long while to squeeze the brunette into the tight fitting sheath, but finally they pulled the zip up her back from the crotch all the way to the crown of her head.  Next followed the corset, which School expertly tightened until the eyelets touched each other. 

All the way along School explained what she was doing and what the master’s would look for, “If the corset’s not tightened all the way, we get punished, so you have to make sure that these two seams meet from the top to the bottom.  And also, make sure that you get her breasts in the cups from the beginning or else you’ll have to start over again.”

Christine was given the job of placing the horrid boots on Rubber, and so she knelt down and directed Rubber’s rubber clad leg all the way into the boot.  The girl groaned as her toes reached the end of the boot, “Oh god,” she complained, “I’d give anything to get out of these infernal things for just one day.”

“Do they hurt?”  Christine asked innocently. 

“Oh you have no idea.  You get no relief, every muscle in your foot seems taut as a drum all of the time, and then come the cramps, and there’s nothing you can do about those, but the worst is the pain I feel is when I walk.  Every pound of weight is pushed onto my toes.  You have to experience it yourself to understand.  I’d do almost anything to be rid of these things.”

It was the first sentence she’d heard Rubber speak since they’d pulled her out of the cell and she seemed partly recovered from her ordeal in the cell.

Christine imagined her own foot contorted in such a contraption as she laced each and every single eyelet up the boot.  Rubber spoke again several times, telling her to make sure the laces were as tight as they could go, both to support her when she had to walk, but also to ensure that neither of them were punished for poor work during the inspection.

Her stomach churned, in confusion, trepidation and fear.  Sophie and the three girls had each tried – in their own ways – to ease her into this bizarre situation, but their constant reminders of the potential brutal nature of her captors and her immediate future kept her off balance. 

She believed all of them when they said that she had no hope of rescue or escape, and a certain dread and inevitability was beginning to creep into her.  It was like she had the most important exam of her life in the morning and she hadn’t even opened the text book or attended a single class.  She knew she had to face the ordeal, and that it would be terrible, but she had no other choice. 

When Christine finished lacing the last boot, School kicked her out:  “Aren’t you forgetting – you have to shower!  Quick, you only have ten minutes!”  She chided Christine. 

Rubber, whose face was now entirely concealed in black rubber – but who hadn’t yet had the ring gag locked in place – added, “and remember to shave everything, do you hear, everything!”

Christine launched herself out the bedroom and ran to the bathroom.  As she closed the door she caught a glimpse of Pain in her own bedroom.  She seemed to be dressing in an entirely white outfit.

However, she couldn’t be distracted and so she quickly familiarised herself with the bathroom.  Austere and functional; she quickly located the body lotion, shaving cream and a new razor.  The time was ticking down, and she quickly washed herself as thoroughly as she could.

At this point Sophie’s voice appeared in her ear again, “Remember, inside and out.  They will check.  If one of the master’s sticks his fingers in your rear and finds any suggestion of dirt then he’s likely to make you clean his finger with your tongue.  Then he’ll punish you further.”

And then, “We have no shame here New Girl, no dignity.  Don’t blush.  We all have to do it, you’re going to have to go in there,” she said as Christine had been dabbing around the edges of her puckered bottom with a flannel.  Christine flushed with shame, and then fear made her do something to herself that she’d never before contemplated.

After digitally raping her own bottom with her finger and soap, and feeling the worst form of shame imaginable, Christine took the razor to her legs and then her genitals.  Sophie’s voice helped her out from time-to-time, indicating where she’d missed spots.  When she’d finished her arms and armpits Sophie told her to remove her eyebrows. 

“What?”  Christine asked the ceiling, where she saw two separate cameras hanging from the roof.

“Everything except the hair on your head.  Eyebrows can be painted on.  Take them off.”

It was almost the worst part of the entire exercise for some peculiar reason.  She wondered why taking those two tiny strips of hair from above her eyes seemed like a worse invasion that razoring off her hair “down there”.  It seemed… freaky.  As though that one act had underlined the fact that she was nothing now but an object.

Sophie gave her a seal of approval before Christine towelled off and re-emerged into the common room.

She mustn’t have had all that much time left because the three other girls were already lined up at their doors.  Christine quickly ran across the room, her hair was barely dry, only just combed out and still damp.  She took her station in her doorway and turned to talk to Pain standing in the doorway next to her.

“How do you know what time it is?”  Christine asked.

“We don’t, but you soon get a feel for it, we’ve got a couple of minutes left maybe, but you can’t always tell, no clocks – see?”

Christine looked around the room and over her shoulder into her bedroom.  Pain was right; there wasn’t a single clock on the floor.

“Sometimes Sophie will let on how much time we have left, but you can’t rely on her.  Just follow our lead until you get used to it.”

Christine now took the time now to consider Pain’s outfit.  Where Rubber was in black, Pain was a vision of white.  Her hair had been pulled back into a strict pony tail, tied in white ribbon.  She wore an odd looking white bra that even further emphasised the larger girl’s impressive breasts.  The cleavage the bra created was amazing.  She also wore a striking white satin underbust corset which further enhanced the already curvy girl’s curves.  Then a strange looking pair of panties clung to Pain’s bottom.  The panties looked exceptionally tight as the slight bulges of flesh on their outskirts attested to.  A pair of white garter stockings were held up from the corset and then a pair of five inch pump heels with ankle straps finished off Pain’s attire. 

Each girl stood straight in their door, and Christine tried to mimic them.  She was deeply afraid and eager to avoid the various punishments that her colleagues had insisted were due her if she failed to behave.  So Christine stole herself to submit to whatever happened next.

She was in the process of preparing herself when she heard a door open nearby.  Footsteps echoed.  She looked across at Pain, who indicated with her head toward another steel door, the only one that had remained closed when the other doors had been released.  The footsteps continued and the steel door opened outward.  Christine looked forward, but couldn’t help stealing a glance at her captors.

They entered the room singly.  Three men and a woman.  Each were dressed in formal business attire.  The men all in expensive suits; the woman in a timeless skirt suit. 

The tallest of the men spoke first.  He had a gravely voice, grey hair and cold steel eyes.  “Good morning girls.  You will notice that all of us are here this morning to welcome our new slut.  New Slut, you are been given a very rare treat, it’s very unusual for all of us to come together like this.”

“Thank-“Christine stated to say.

“No!”  Sophie’s voice shrieked in her ear, Pain sucked back breath in shock, as did School and with the speed of an adder, the female mistress was across the room backhanding Christine across the face.

Christine’s head rocked to the side and she felt an immediate trickle of blood.  Only the shock of what had happened kept her from retaliating.

“You do not talk unless invited New Slut.  You will not be warned again.”  The tall man intoned. 

“For your benefit New Slut, I am Mister White, this is Mister Green and Mister Black,” Mister White first indicated toward a middle aged man several inches shorter than himself with dark eyes and tanned skin, and then to the last man, of the same height as Mr Green but with brown hair and blue eyes.

“And you’ve just met Mistress Red.”  Christine looked up at the woman who had just backhanded her.  She had a snarled face, possibly because she’d just hit Christine, but she guessed that this woman in her middle years looked perpetually sour.  Her dark hair was tied up in a tight bun.

“We’ll deal with the formalities first.”  Mr White intoned.

Miss Red took a step or two back into line with her fellows and Mister Black stood forward at the silent encouragement of his peers.  He stood in front of School, ten meters or so to Christine’s left.  He stared straight at School.  Christine, out of the corner of her eye, saw that School automatically cast her eyes downward. 

Christine strained to hear Mister Black’s words, but he spoke so softly that she could only make out one in every four of five words.  School answered his unheard questions quietly and demurely.

“Notice she’s looking down New Girl.”  Sophie whispered into Christine’s ear.  “They don’t like it if you meet their gaze.”  Mister Black looked over School from top to bottom.  He spun her around and carefully examined her attire.  Satisfied, he then spun her back and with practised ease he pulled up her skirt and thrust his hand into her panties.  Christine sucked in a breath.

Several moments later he withdrew.  “Your shoes need polish.”  He pronounced.  “Twenty strokes with the strap.” 

School was heard to say softly, “Yes Master.”

Mister Black now moved down the line to Pain, who – Christine noted – also looked down as soon as the muscular man arrived before her.  This time Christine heard the entirety of the conversation.

“You plump slut.  Look at you.  Are you ready for another day of torment?”  His words, quietly spoken, carried venom that Christine had rarely ever heard before.

“Yes Master.”  Pain replied.

“I hope you draw the short straw tonight piggy, I have some very particular ideas that I’d love to try on you.  How are those fat bags of yours?”  He prodded at Pain’s very ample bosom which was accentuated by the odd bra she wore. 

“They are fine Master.”  Pain replied.

“And your fat little cunt?”  He asked nastily.

“It is also fine Master.”  She responded.

“The problem with sluts like you Pain,” he drawled into her ear as his hand moved south, “is that your fat little pussys tend to drip all over the floor.”

Christine couldn’t help herself, she glanced across toward Pain, who stood a good eight inches shorter than Mister Black.  Mister Black ran the hand that had so recently defiled School over Pain’s corseted tummy and onto the mound of her womanhood.  He held his hand their, almost caressing Pain through her tight panties.  Christine turned her head slightly to get a better view, trying to get an idea of what she might expect to happen to her in a few moments.

His hand hovered over Pain’s crotch, and at his signal, Pain parted her legs in acquiescence.  She bit her lip as he began to run his hand between her legs.  He lingered there, watching her discomfort, and then turned her around.

“Bend over.”  He ordered.

Pain bent over as far as she could with her bottom presented toward Mister Black.  Christine saw that Pain’s panties featured a zip that ran from front to back.  Mister Black took his hand and slowly pulled the zip down between her legs.  Christine’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw Mister Black pull the two hemispheres of the panties apart to reveal Pain’s anus as well as the inside coating of Pain’s very tight and strange looking panties.  As the white satiny material drew back, Christine saw that the entirety of the tight panties were coated in what looked like stiff scrubbing brush bristles.  No wonder Pain had bit her lip when Mister Black had fondled her crotch earlier. 

Mister Black finished quickly, he sunk his pinkie finger into Pain’s bottom and withdrew it.  Holding it up to his eye he nodded satisfactorily and then closed the zip on Pain’s bristled panties returning her bottom and nether regions to their spiky hell.  He then instructed her to stand back up and moved on to Christine.

Christine’s blood ran cold.  The man who stood in front of her stared straight into her eyes, and it took a split second before Christine remembered to look down.

“Well, well, a new slut.”  He began, “Well you’re cute in a strange kind of way, no teats to talk of though.”  His hand grasped one of Christine’s breasts and he pulled and kneaded on her nipple sharply.  She sucked in a breath at the severity of his treatment.

He brought his mouth next to her ear and whispered, “Oh, you’ll love what we have in store for you, you flat chested little slut.  Did you clean yourself?”  She nodded quickly, remembering the words of advice from Sophie and the other girls. 

“Shall we find out?”  He asked.

She thought the question rhetorical and when she didn’t answer he twisted one of her nipples through 180 degrees.  She squealed.  “Yes!  Yes!”

He reversed his twist, again causing immense pain in Christine’s already sore nipple, “Yes what?”

“Yes Master.”  She responded through the pain. 

“Good.”  He released her nipple and his hand immediately darted toward her crotch.  Christine closed her thighs without thinking and Mister Black’s free hand immediately came up around her throat.

“You’d better learn very quickly that I own that.  And I don’t like it when what’s mine is denied to me.”  His hand threatened her throat and Christine – with a supreme effort of will power – relaxed her thighs and spread her legs to let this terrible man grope her most private of private places.

His index finger pushed in between her labia and quickly found her hole.  He plunged it into her and she winced as he drove his probing finger into her dry hole.  It emerged moments later and he held it up to his face, nodding slightly.

“Turn around and bend over.”  He instructed her gruffly.

Christine, still shocked by the rapidity of his attack on her, took several moments to turn around and bend down. 

She stared at her knees as she felt the very same finger assault her most forbidden.  The finger ground terribly against the sphincter of her bottom and she shuddered in horror as he penetrated the place that before today had been pure and unsullied.  He drove into her, again unaided by lubricant, to the first knuckle, and withdrew the finger.  Christine couldn’t see him, but she imagined that he was examining the finger for signs of spoilage.  She heard a grunt, and then felt his hand pull her upright. 

“Well.”  He began, “You’ve learnt quickly, and for that I congratulate you.  I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”  And with that Mister Black left Christine standing naked in her doorway and moved on to Rubber. 

Christine’s thoughts spun round her mind like a maelstrom as Mister Black spoke to Rubber.  She heard little of their conversation.  In her heightened state of turmoil she only noticed Mister Black taking each of the two bulbs that hung between Rubber’s legs and pumping them multiple times until squeals could be heard from the rubber clad girl’s mouth. 

Before he withdrew Christine did hear one passage though:  “How long have you been here now Rubber?”  Mister Black asked.

“oo ears”  Rubber responded.

“And every day since you arrived we’ve stretched those holes of yours.  How do you think they are now?”  He asked nastily.

“a on’t oo.”  Christine heard from Rubber’s stretched mouth.

“Well I think we can do with an extra couple of pumps today, don’t you?”  Mister Black asked nastily.

“es aser”  The poor girl responded.  And with that Mister Black took the two inflation bulbs in hand and squeezed them slowly several extra times.  The moans from Rubber were terrible and in that moment Christine realized that she was in the hands of the most terrible sadists she could ever have imagined.

Chapter 2

The four girls stood lined up in their respective doorways facing off against their captors on the other side of the common room.  The newest arrival, Christine, had undergone her first “inspection” which had entailed being groped and penetrated in a callous and workmanlike manner.  She’d witnessed firsthand the cruelty of at least two of her captors, with Miss Red violently striking her for talking out of turn, and Mister Black, whose examination of the girls had revealed a wide streak of sadistic brutality. 

With the inspection over the enigmatic Mister White again addressed the girls, “Chores as usual this morning.  We expect to see your rooms and the entirety of this floor immaculate before twelve.  Afterward you will all go downstairs.  Mister Green wants to see the infirmary shining and I understand that Miss Red found some dust in the playroom.  Each of you will receive five for that, and a further twenty if Miss Red is not happy after you are finished.

“New Slut!”  He barked.

Christine looked up.

“You will come with Mister Black and I and we will show you around.  Follow closely.”  He ordered. 

Christine looked over at her compatriots and School indicated with her head that she should follow. 

The other girls, dismissed from the masters’ presence disappeared into their rooms as Christine crossed the floor toward Mister White. 

The four sadists headed to the door to the stairs and Christine found herself sandwiched between Mister Black and Miss Red as they descended.  Christine noticed that at both the top and bottom of the stairs steel doors had been installed.  Fort Knox indeed!  The door at the base of the stairs opened upon a room largely the size of the common room above.  The walls had a rough stone veneer and were lit by a series of three cast iron candelabra. 

Miss Red and Mister Green left the group at this point descending further into the complex.  This left Christine together with the remaining two men. 

“This is the playroom.”  Mister White said gruffly.  Christine shuddered.  The room was dominated by two imposing pieces of furniture.  A Saint Andrews Cross replete with thick leather restraints sat in an alcove at the terminating end of the T shaped room.  The second piece of furniture was a hard and heavy wooden chair, again sporting a variety of restraints.  The chair also featured two wooden extensions to which a victim’s legs and feet could be secured, and an octagonal hole cut into the seat of the chair.  A victim secured to that would be left spreadeagled with their genitals exposed by the hole.

She also saw three wooden cupboards up against the far wall; their contents a mystery.

The two men waited for the full extent of the room’s purpose to sink in, letting Christine’s fear build and grow.  “We bring girls here for a variety of reasons, principally for punishment, but also when we simply wish to.  Once you’re settled in you will be expected to assist the others in keeping this room clean.  That means sweeping and mopping the floors, polishing the furniture and ensuring that the contents of the cupboards are kept clean and in working order.  Failure to perform perfectly will result in punishment.  The girls failed yesterday and we will let you watch their punishment later on.  Next time they fail, you will be among them and will share their pain.”

He moved toward one of the remaining closed doors.  “Through here is the infirmary,” he opened the door with a key and ushered Christine into the room.  Stainless steel predominated.  Christine’s first thought was that the room resembled most surgeries she’d seen.  Locked cupboards full of medical supplies lined the walls, fridges and boiling sanitising machines sat on bench-tops, a bed was in the corner.  The major difference here was the large gynaecological chair in the centre of the room.  Again, complete with heavy duty leather restraints.

“We have a fully stocked mini-hospital here, in case of accident or injury.  Mr Green is an accomplished medical professional and sees to all of the girls.”  Christine was led back outside and the door to the infirmary was sealed.

“Down stairs we have the main dining room; we will occasionally stage an event to which you and your friends will be required to attend.  Sluts do not descend beyond that floor, so I need not bother you with any more details, however,”  He reached the final steel door that led off the playroom, “In here is storage.  This is where we store all your clothes and certain toys.  After you’re finished your chores, you must collect your attire for the following day and move it upstairs.” 

Christine stepped into the cluttered storage room.  It felt like an antique library, with floor to ceiling wardrobes running in aisles throughout the room.  Each cupboard featured a small bronze plaque detailing its contents.  The first three she saw were:  “Breast”, “Vaginal” and “Flagellation”.  Mister White guided her deeper into the crowded room. 

“Your cupboards are down here, yours just came in today.”  Christine walked passed Rubber’s cupboard, which smelt faintly of baby powder, and then School’s – each girl’s name emblazoned on the little bronze plaque.  Pain’s was the penultimate cupboard.  And then she saw what must be hers at the end of the aisle.  At this point she stood in a cul-de-sac created by walls and cupboards, Mister White stood behind her with Mister Black standing over his shoulder.

She looked at the plaque.  It said:  “Lolita”.

“Open it Lolita.”  Mister Black said.

Christine tentatively placed her hand on the cupboard’s handle and pulled the doors open.  She was assaulted by a proliferation of frills, ruffles & lace.  Arrayed before her from hangers were ten to fifteen frilly little girls’ dresses.  Dresses that in this modern age no self-respecting five year old would ever wear, instead they harked back to the 1950’s with contrasting piping, peter pan collars, voluminous skirts and oversized bows.  To the right of the dresses hung several sets of one-piece pyjamas with enclosed booties and mittens.  Above the dresses and pyjamas – on a shelf – sat an array of patent leather children’s styled shoes.  Next to the shoes were layered neatly folded socks, each sporting a lacy frill around the ankle.

Four boxes also lay across the bottom of the wardrobe, and below those, three large drawers. 

Christine couldn’t think straight, they expected her to wear these clothes? 

Mister White stepped next to her, leaving Mister Black to block the narrow exit.  “These are you new dresses; you will choose one each day.  You also have your shoes, as you see up here, and socks.  Down here,” he opened the draw to the far right, “You have panties,” he revealed a profusion of frilly panties in whites and pinks and a smattering of other colours.  Some of the panties were embroidered with patterns, like love hearts and teddy bears, others were entirely coated in ruffles.  All of them looked too large for Christine to wear.

“This draw contains bloomers and tights; again you will need to pick and choose to match your dress.”

He now moved to one of the boxes in the bottom of the cupboard, “In here you will find bonnets and mittens.”

Christine was overwhelmed.  The contents of the cupboard, and their implications on how she would lead her future life were truly daunting.  She didn’t know if she should just breakdown and cry or turn around and kick and scream.  And at that moment Sophie spoke, “Keep calm, don’t resist, breathe in deeply, keep calm, don’t resist, submit” Sophie kept repeating the words as though in a mantra and Christine heard them over the roaring discordance screaming through her consciousness.

“You will now be known as Lolita.  We have our School Girl, who we do terribly enjoy caning and chastising, our Rubber Maid has also proven a wonderful success and we all enjoy inflicting terrible pain on our favourite pain slut.  But you are to be our Lolita.  A picture of childhood innocence, and one that we will defile to our heart’s content.”

Christine spun around in shock at Mister White’s words. 

“But I haven’t finished yet,” he indicated toward the last drawer, Christine looked toward it as he met her gaze, an evil fascination dwelt in those cold grey eyes.  The drawer opened and it took several moments for her to recognise the contents. 

As she looked down in horror, Mr Black moved in silently and jabbed a small hypodermic needle into Christine’s neck, within seconds she collapsed, naked on the floor. 

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She awoke, groggy.  Her first questions asked where she was, and for a moment she forgot her abduction and imprisonment.  That was until she saw the stainless steel surroundings of the infirmary and then her memories from this morning’s events started flooding back.

She tried to lift her arm only to find it strapped to the bed, likewise her legs.  Then Mister Green’s face appeared above her.

“Lolita has returned to the land of the living gentlemen.  Who would like to do the honours?”  He asked.

By unspoken agreement Mister Green’s face was replaced by Miss Red’s, “Don’t you look a picture Lolita, you should see yourself.  But that can wait a moment or two.  You must want to know what has happened?”

Christine remembered the storage room and her cupboard full of little girl’s clothing.  With her head strapped to the bed she was unable to look about, but she could feel she was wearing clothes now.  Had they knocked her out just to dress her?

“We gave you a little something to make you sleep.  Much easier this way.  No unfortunate struggling, no mistakes, no injuries.  Well, shall we get you up?”

Miss Red didn’t wait for a reply, but instead began unfastening the strap restraining Christine’s forehead, other hand’s plied at the straps holding her arms, legs and torso to the bed.  Still fuzzy from the injection, Christine slowly swung herself into a sitting position only to find that a full size mirror had been strategically placed for her to review her new appearance.

The first thing she saw was that her hair had been cut, butchered in fact.  Where once it had flowed down her back in waves, it was now pulled up into two infantile pigtails high on her head.  Her hair had been cut too short for all of it to be captured by the pigtails, and so some wisps hung over her forehead and down the nape of her neck.  Large pink ribbons adorned the remnants of her hair. 

They’d also dressed her in one of the frilly dresses; this particular one had a very high and infantile bust line, a peter pan collar and puffy elasticised sleeves.  White piping contrasted with the pink and white gingham pattern of the dress.   An enormous pink bow was tied around her waist before the dress exploded outward in a froth of petticoats.  The hemline was exceptionally short, exposing her frilly panties beneath. 

White frilled socks and a pair of patent white Mary Janes adorned her feet.  Christine’s jaw dropped in shock at her appearance.  It was so totally contrasting with her normal presentation that she barely recognised herself in the ridiculous outfit.  And then she remembered the last drawer, the drawer she’d seen just before she’d collapsed.

She stood quickly, and pulled her skirts up.  Her frilled white panties flashed about the room and the four sadists each grinned in their particular way at the girl’s panic.  Christine pulled the top of her frilly panties partly down, and she now knew why they had looked too large.  Beneath her panties she wore a second set of panties, these however were crinkly plastic pants and beneath these again, she wore a thick cloth diaper.  The plastic pants were held on her by way of a strong but lightweight padlocked chain.  There was no way she could remove the pants or the diaper without a key.

A growing look of horror passed across her face as Miss Red spoke again, “Yes Lolita, it amuses us that every day you’ll wear a diaper, just like a little baby.  What’s more, I can tell you now that while you were out, Mister Green catheterised you. 

“This is of course only a temporary measure, but it will ensure that you now have absolutely no control over your bladder.  It amuses us to think that for the rest of your time you will be in diapers.”

In her state, Christine forgot about the rules around speaking and asked, “You said temporary?”

To her merit, Miss Red immediately forgot the breach in protocol, instead enjoying every moment of revealing the full and total extent of Christine’s fate, “Yes I did say temporary didn’t I.”

Any hope Christine had was shattered with Miss Red’s next few words, “I said temporary because we intend to replace the catheter each day with a larger tube, and then still larger, until such a time as the tube stretches your bladder muscles beyond repair and become entirely useless.  When you can no longer control yourself, we will remove the catheter. 

“This of course will render you permanently incontinent, but that’s one of our goals!

“Just as we’ve been progressively stretching Rubber’s vagina and anus so that she will derive no possible satisfaction from ordinary copulation, just as we’re conditioning Pain so that the only pleasure she will ever feel will come from torture and pain.  You too are being conditioned.

“Every day of the rest of your existence you’ll walk about getting progressively wetter and wetter as you soak your diaper… just like a little baby!”  She clapped her hands together with evil glee.

Christine dropped immediately to the floor, and Miss Red laughed evilly.  Mister Black also joined in while Mister White and Green looked on with the most malevolent of smiles on their faces.

“We also talked about your bottom; however we are all in agreement that while the thought of you peeing your pants without control is exceptionally delicious, none of us are particularly attracted to other forms of mess.  So, one of your core chores will be to irrigate your bottom every day.  We will provide you with an enema kit.  We expect you to use it every evening before dinner.  You will also report to Mister Green every day at midday for your new catheter.  Failure to carry out either task will result in punishment. 

“Now, it is time to carry out the morning’s spankings on the girls, and also time to introduce them to you… Lolita.”

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Christine’s eyes were downcast and blood shot from tears when she was ushered into the common room.  Miss Red and Mister Green escorted the child-like Christine back up the stairs.

Every step she took reminded her of her circumstance, the crinoline petticoats swished against each other in a cacophony of noise, and the plastic pants over her diaper crinkled continuously.  The door opened and revealed the three girls again lined up in their respective doorways.  Christine saw that the common room and bedrooms had all been meticulously cleaned.  The floors literally sparkled. 

Miss Red stepped aside to reveal Christine to the group.  The three other girls looked on with a mixture of shock and pity. 

“Everyone, say hello to Lolita.”

“Hello Lolita,” each of the three girls intoned carefully.

“As you can all see, Lolita has had her induction!  She has been instructed in her particular chores and it will be your responsibility to not only teach her the general chores, but also to ensure that she carries out her own special ones. 

“Now, before we head downstairs to clean the playroom, you each must receive five strokes for your failure yesterday to properly dust my favourite chair.  And you School, you are to receive an extra twenty for the state of your shoes.  Who’s first?”

Pain looked across at Rubber, who was still sporting a terrible collection of welts across her bottom and School, who was about to endure twenty five of the best.  She stepped forward with her head bowed.

“Over the table.”

Pain walked slowly to the table and bent over it exposing her tightly clad bottom.  Mister Green moved to the side of the table and grasped each of Pain’s wrists, these he quickly restrained with two leather straps installed in the table for this very purpose.

Miss Red produced a two foot long, five inch wide, leather strap.  She held the ominous strap by its carved wooden handle and then proceeded to pull down Pain’s panties.  Christine had glimpsed them earlier in the day when Mister Black had inspected her, but now their full terror was exposed to all.

Pain’s panties were designed solely to torment the poor girl’s nether regions constantly.  The entirety of the inside surface was covered in short stiff bristles that left an angry mess of red scraped flesh all over the girl’s buttocks.  The gusset of the panties was even more sinister.  An inward facing crown of bristles was strategically placed where her poor clitoris would sit.  From there two rows of tightly formed hard rubber spikes ran the length of the gusset and were mixed in with even more tightly packed bristles.  Over the exterior of the panties, under which the spikes lay, two strong elasticised strips ran either side of a zipper.  These strips performed two important functions.  When the zipper was closed the strips pressed the spikes and the bristles even harder into Pain’s scoured clitoris, labia and anus.  When the crotch zip was opened, the elastic sunk into the pliant flesh below like an anchor.  This helped expose the girl’s holes and also ensured the spikes and bristles continued to gouge into her exposed flesh while any potential rapist could slide himself into her without fear of reciprocal damage.

Christine felt sick.

Meanwhile Miss Red took several practice swings through the air with the strap.  Comfortable with its weight she lined up on Pain’s exposed bottom and swung an almighty blow.  Pain squealed immediately and Christine saw the girl’s bottom flush an angry red. 

The strap swung again, and three more times after that.  Each blow left a darker shade of red behind it.  Pain squealed after each mammoth blow and once her ordeal was over she slumped in her restraints with her bottom lip quivering.  Pain’s panties were pulled back up and Miss Red took the opportunity to ensure they were properly seated by running her firm hand over Pain’s plump mound.  Released, Pain walked back to her doorway, tears welling in her eyes.

“Next.”  Miss Red ordered.  During Pain’s ordeal Christine had seen Rubber and School exchange glances and now Rubber tottered over to the table.  It was the first time Christine had watched Rubber walk in her imponderable shoes.  Each step she took was a mere inch or two, her knees turned into each other and her legs clearly quivering.  The rubber encased girl, reaching out before her to feel for landmarks through her blindness, finally made it to the table where she too was strapped down. 

Given the complexity and layering of Rubber’s clothing Miss Red merely lifted the rubber skirt and swung the enormous strap into the girl’s Rubber clad buttocks.  Christine winced with every heavy blow, remembering the complex pattern of cane welts already visible on the brunette’s bottom.  Soon too Rubber was squealing incomprehensibly through her ring gag.  The five blows over, Rubber was released and she slowly made her way back toward the direction of her doorway. 

During Rubber’s punishment Christine felt the first few trickles of urine drip into her diaper, shame swept through her as she felt liquid soak into the cloth between her legs.  The enormity of losing control of one of her key bodily functions struck her like a dagger in the heart.  And she knew that it would only get worse as time went on. 

At this point reality sheeted home for Christine.  Only last night she had been a young care-free woman enjoying the sights and sounds of a new city.  She’d woken up in this hell hole imprisoned by four insane perverts.  She wondered what sort of person enjoyed forcing another person into a tight rubber suit with no sight while crippling their feet and permanently disfiguring their sex organs.  Or the terrible plight they’d put Pain in.  In this moment Christine felt a wave of doom sweep over her as she realised that she too now shared these girls’ fates.

School took Rubber’s place and started sobbing even before Miss Red swung the strap the first time.  Her skirts were hiked up and her panties pulled down. 

If Christine thought she’d already had her fair share of shocks she hadn’t counted on seeing School’s bottom.

Rubber’s rear end had been bad enough, but School’s was magnitudes worse.  The entire surface of her behind was awash in a motley of dark black bruises, un-recovered welts lined in red where the skin had broken, burst capillaries and fading green bruises.  Christine remembered School’s words from breakfast:  that her role in the “menagerie” – as she’d called it – was to be spanked, whipped and thrashed.  Christine shuddered at the thought of how Miss Red’s gargantuan strap would feel upon a bottom already so scared, bruised and battered.

The ear piercing shriek that tore from School’s mouth as the first blow landed gave Christine some idea.  The poor girl sounded like she was dying.  The second blow drew a scream so blood curdling that Christine was convinced School was dying.  By the third blow School couldn’t help herself, she flung her legs up in a vain effort to protect herself.  Miss Red merely held the blow and waited for Mister Green to secure her ankles to the table legs.  With the girl well and truly restrained Miss Red continued. 

By ten strokes trickles of blood seeped down School’s legs.  The strap had reopened unhealed cane wounds.  Every blow brought the most heart rending pleas for mercy from School.  She begged to be let go, to lick Miss Red’s pussy, to take a cock anywhere.  Some of School’s suggestions made no sense to Christine as they referred to specific toys or things she had not yet been exposed to.  The uncertainty of not knowing merely increased her own feelings of doom and dread. 

By twenty the various rivulets of blood had merged and widened as they dripped down School’s legs and onto the floor.  By now the girl was incoherent.  Her screams little more than animalistic shrieks. 

Finally Miss Red put down the strap.  Gauze was produced and promptly layered upon School’s bottom.  The fact that neither Mister Green nor Miss Red said anything to each other and worked in such a workmanlike and quick fashion indicated that the infliction of such brutal damage was not unusual.  Cleaned up and her bottom coated in gauze, School was released to stumble back to her doorway. 

Mister Green pushed Christine by the shoulder toward her bedroom, the girl immediately understood the unspoken command and waddled across the room to her nominated place before turning to face the two despicable tormentors.

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The two sadists departed leaving the four girls to complete the rest of their chores.  Before the girl’s started, Pain fetched some more gauze for School’s bottom.  The weeping girl’s panties were again removed and the already blood soaked gauze removed.  Pain replaced it expertly and also cleaned up some of the parts that Miss Red and Mister Green had ignored.  Closer up Christine could see that there wasn’t a part of School’s bottom that didn’t exhibit some scar or sign of punishment.  To her shock she also saw that when Pain parted School’s cheeks to clean away some blood there were signs that School’s anus and vagina had also recently been severely caned, although not to the extent of her buttocks.

Christine couldn’t help but express her curiosity, “Is this usual?”  She asked Pain quietly. 

“Since the day she arrived, School has been caned, whipped, spanked, strapped and thrashed every single day.  Some days its worse - like today.”

School, who was still weeping continuously, added “But my shoes were perfect, I spent two hours polishing them last night!”

“Sometimes,” Pain explained, “they punish us just because it amuses them.  This is probably one of those times.

“Come on, let’s get moving, we’ve got work to do unless we all want a second helping.”

Pain led the way down the stairs to the playroom with Christine and a still sobbing School assisting Rubber in her boots one-step at a time down the stairs.

Once below Pain distributed buckets, mops, and brooms and cleaning equipment.  “Lolita, help me in the playroom.  School, you do the infirmary and Rubber, you clean the toys.  Okay?”

Quickly Pain showed Christine what needed doing, the entire room was to be scrubbed, the walls, the floors.  The Saint Andrews Cross and heavy wooden chair needed to be polished as well as all of the cupboards where Rubber was carefully extracting various implements by touch and oiling or cleaning them. 

“How come we’re allowed to talk?”  Christine asked Pain as they worked. 

“We’re not, but Sophie will warn us if one of them approaches.  She’s pretty good like that.”

Christine pushed a broom across the floor for a few moments before the blonde spoke again, “Do you want to talk about what happened to you, or would you rather not say, sometimes we’d rather not talk about it, but sometimes it helps.”

Christine thought about her predicament and how shameful it was even now to feel her diaper becoming even more sodden.  The shame was almost unbearable.  But then she thought of the three other girls, Rubber in her terrible bondage, Pain in the horrific panties and School, whose bottom looked only slightly better than minced meat. 

In comparison her troubles were trifling.

“Well what you see,” she indicated the childish outfit, “and they’ve inserted some sort of tube into me.  I can’t… I can’t, no.  I…”  Just saying the words were almost too much, “I can’t stop myself going to the toilet!”

“Oh.”  Was all Pain could say. 

Christine shed several tears, and then pulled herself together, taking deep breaths to slow her breathing. 

“Look, I’m sorry for blubbering, I guess in comparison I’m much better off than any of you so far, I mean I saw your – you know, them.”  She pointed at Pain’s tight satin panties. 

“Do they hurt much?”

“Only every time I breathe!”  Pain joked.  The chubby girl had one of those indomitable and bubbly personalities that tended to endear her to all she met. 

“Hey, but seriously, don’t think that this is the end of it.  When I first came here they just wanted to embarrass me because of my weight.  They filled my wardrobe with skimpy lycra and tight outfits to criticise me.  It didn’t really work, I’ve always been a little bigger, it’s not that I eat too much, or don’t exercise, I’ve always been cuddly and I don’t care what anyone thinks.  So then they changed tack, and one day I found sandpaper glued in my bra.  When they saw how much that got to me I started finding worse things in my clothes.  This is just the latest version.” She waved from her odd white bra down.

“I don’t say this to scare you.  Only to warn you.  Don’t get complacent, just as you think you’ve seen the worst of them, they’ll surprise you.”

“Pain?”  Christine asked.

“Yeah?”

“Sophie told me that eventually they’ll let me go, is it true?”  Christine asked tentatively.

“I think so.  Apart from you I’ve been here for the least amount of time, but Rubber and School have been here a while.  I’ve only seen one girl go – Penney – the girl you replaced.  One day she was here, and then the next she was gone.

“And then there’s Sophie, she was here before my time, I think she was called Pet.  As Rubber and School tell it, she was gone about a month and then the masters gave each of us these little ear things.  Sophie says she convinced the masters that they needed someone to watch over us all the time and to direct us when they’re not around.  She does that, but she also bends the rules as far as she can for us.

“But before Sophie there were other girls who’ve left.  Rubber’s been here the longest and she’s seen three girls go now.  One of them even sent back a video message that the masters let everyone watch.  So look, it’s either true or they go to a lot of effort to fool us.  I prefer to think they’re telling the truth, it makes it easier to know that one day this will all end and I can go back to living a normal life.”

“I suppose that makes me feel a little better.”  Christine acknowledged.  “Can I ask something else?”

“Sure.”

“Has anyone ever tried to get away?”

“Not while I’ve been here.  Have I thought about it?  Of course, every day.  We all have.  But I can’t see how it can be done.  We’re four or five floors up here and every single level below is locked up tight.  None of us have been lower than the dining room, which is just under us.  So sneaking out isn’t an option, unless you can think of something that we haven’t already thought of.

“As to forcing our way out?  How?  Even if we somehow took one of the masters hostage, they wouldn’t give in.  Each of them are sociopaths, so what would they care happened to one of their own?  And we can’t overpower them all at once.  It can’t be done.

“So I try to look at it positively.  We’ll all get out someday and as long as we do what they want we’ll make it through.  And it’s not all bad.”

“It all seems pretty terrible right now.”  Christine said as she felt the soaked cloth of her diaper rub between her thighs.

“It’s all what you make of it, seriously.”  Pain replied.

Christine took Pain’s last comment at face value, thinking of it as the cheery girl’s way of trying to put a positive spin on a pretty awful situation.

“What happens after we’re finished cleaning up?”  Christine asked. 

“Not sure,” Pain replied, “It depends on who’s around.  Today – with all of of them here?  Who knows what will happen.”

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The girls finished cleaning the floor, the infirmary gleamed, the furniture in the playroom was well oiled and polished.  Pain had double checked all of Christine’s work, just to make sure it was up to standard, and didn’t have to correct much of it.

The girl’s were just putting away the cleaning equipment when Sophie warned them all that Mister Green was on his way up the stairs. 

“In a line, now!”  He ordered as he emerged from the stairs below. 

The girls all quickly fell into line.  Mr Green slowly walked around the room inspecting every corner.  He looked into the infirmary and then did a second circuit of the playroom.  Christine felt uneasy with absolutely no desire to be strapped with the enormous leather strap that Miss Red had punished the other girls with earlier in the day. 

“You have done an acceptable job.”  Christine’s felt relief surge through her.  “You may all now get your clothes for tomorrow.  Then I will see Lolita and Pain back here in twenty minutes.  Lolita, bring your enema kit and we will show you how to use it.”

Dismissed, the girls each made their way into the dressing room where their wardrobes were stored.  As Christine’s was right at the back she caught a glimpse of each girl’s wardrobe.  Rubber’s merely contained half a dozen identical sets of her rubber maid’s outfit.  School’s however contained cheerleader outfits and a variety of other seemingly scholastically related clothes. 

Christine made her way to her wardrobe, which stood next to Pain’s.  She opened it up and just stared at the contents, overwhelmed for choice. 

“Okay, this is going to be tough for Lolita,”  Sophie’s voice echoed in her ear, Christine also noticed that the other girl’s turned to look at her, so Sophie must have broadcast the message to all of them.  “You all know that they’re always tough on the new girl, they’ll find anything wrong at inspection tomorrow that they possibly can.  Help her out if you can, you’ve all been through plenty of inspections and know what to expect. 

“Lolita, you’re going to need to put your squeamishness aside.  The masters will judge you not only on whether your clothes are clean and presentable, but also by what you’re wearing as well.  You’re not as lucky as Pain and Rubber who don’t have any choice, instead you’ve got plenty.  So a couple of pointers coming from me:  don’t mix and match, think carefully about what you’re wearing, you know what they want you to be, so dress to it.”

Christine looked into her wardrobe and pulled out a white dress with red polka dots, the dress was designed similarly to the one she wore now, but was trimmed in red satin.  She turned to the others for feedback.  School nodded.  Pain shrugged.

She hung the dress up and began to match up her other clothes.  She found a pair of white frilly socks with some red ribbons on the back of the ankle.  White Mary Jane shoes with a red edging and strap.  A pair of matching frilled underpants that sported a large satin red love heart on the front.  With distaste she opened the diaper draw and extracted a plain white cloth diaper and plastic pants. 

She also explored the other boxes in the bottom of the cupboard.  In one she rediscovered the bonnets and mittens, but she couldn’t find anything to match her polka dot dress.  The other three boxes revealed some adult sized pacifiers.  She closed the lid to that box immediately.  In another box she found the enema kit.  The final box contained a series of restraints.  Belts with wrist restraints attached, pacifier styled gags, wrist restraints, ankle restraints and a variety of other objects she didn’t recognise.  All of them were designed with the theme of her wardrobe in mind.  None of the restraints were in black leather, they were in pinks and blues, some were even patterned.  Christine quickly closed this box too. 

Pain looked across, her pile of clothing already assembled, Pain was disturbed by something.  Looking over at Pain’s new clothes, Christine could see the invidious panties, her strange looking bra, the corset, and on top of the pile, a new pair of white stiletto heals.  Christine saw the insole of Pain’s shoe looked bumpy.  She pointed to the shoe.  Pain mouthed the word “new” and then looked into the shoe herself and prodded at the bumps within – they did not look forgiving.  When the blonde looked back up Christine could see real worry in her eyes.  Christine worried for Pain as they made their way up the stairs.  The masters had clearly found a new way to hurt her, and Pain was disturbed.

After they’d seen to their clothes Pain and Christine left the other two girls and made their way downstairs.  When they arrived Mister Green was standing in the centre of the room waiting for them. 

“Lolita, go and get your enema kit.”  Christine moved quickly, her skirts swishing behind her as she went to fetch the kit.  She returned moments later with the box in her arms. 

“Pain, secure Lolita to the cross.”  Christine blinked several times and then looked across at her companion.  Pain grasped her upper arm kindly but firmly and gently pushed her toward the x shaped from standing at the end of the room.  Christine stumbled but kept her feet.  Her mind ran at a million miles and hour as Pain escorted her to the heavy wooden cross that the two of them had just finished polishing half an hour ago. 

On reaching the cross, Pain took Christine’s box out of her hands and placed it on the ground.  Christine, like a deer in headlights, looked into Pain’s eyes for some form of answer.  Pain looked concerned, but resolute as she calmly took Christine’s left wrist and pushed it up into a restraint high on one side of the cross. 

Careful not to speak, and hoping her face was hidden from Mister Green, Christine mouthed the words, “Please don’t” as Pain took her other hand. 

In response she saw Pain return with the word “sorry”.  Pain repeated her actions with the right wrist and then knelt down to deal with her ankles. 

“Wait.”  Mister Green ordered.  Pain turned and Mister Green threw a key to her.  Pain caught the key expertly.  “Unlock her pants and take off her panties, pants and diaper.”

She started by removing Christine’s frilly pants, folding and placing them neatly next to the cross.  Next she found the little padlock that secured Christine’s plastic pants.  The chain was unlocked and the pant’s pulled down.  Christine flushed in horror and embarrassment as she felt a trickle of urine dribble down her leg from within her sodden diaper. 

Pain screwed her nose up, and then realised that she was embarrassing Christine.  She quickly unfastened the pins that held her diaper on and pulled the wet and sweetly smelling cloth away from Christine’s crotch.  Christine was mortified.  She smelt herself on the diaper and felt the dribble of piss on her leg. 

“Now her ankles.”  Mister Green ordered. 

Pain put the diaper and plastic pants to one side and then proceeded to pull Christine’s legs apart until they too were secured to the cross.  Christine felt so terribly exposed, and very scared.

“Open the box.”  Pain opened the box to the kit, “Now go and fill the reservoir with warm water, all the way to the top, attach it to the stand and bring it back here. 

Pain hurried off into the infirmary with the large rubber bag with its attached nozzle. 

Mister Green slowly approached the spreadeagled and helpless Christine. 

“Aren’t you a picture little Lolita.”  Christine looked away as Mister Green came so close to her she could feel his breath on her cheek.  “I just love your little outfit.  Have you enjoyed it so far?”

“No sir.”  She responded truthfully.

“Why not?” He asked in return.

“I don’t like it.”

“I wonder Lolita,” He ran his hand over her flat chest and down her taut stomach, “have you ever had anything back there?”  He nodded downward, his intent clear.

“No sir.”  Christine said quietly. 

“What, never?”

“No, never.”

“Really?”  He probed.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well you’re in for a treat aren’t you?  What do you feel about having a big thick nozzle in your bottom?”  He whispered in her ear.

“Please don’t.”

Pain returned pulling a wheeled stand upon which she’d attached the enema bag.  She pulled it across the floor of the room toward Mister Green and Christine.

“Now Lolita, Pain here is going to put the enema nozzle in your bottom.  Pain, you will show her every step you take and explain it to Lolita carefully because from now on she will be doing this for herself.  Pain, tell Lolita what you have done so far and what you are doing.”

Pain talked quietly and without emotion, “I have filled the bag with four quarts of warm soapy water and attached it to the stand.”  She leant down to the box and recovered a tube of lubricant.  “I am now lubricating the bulb; this will help it enter easier,”

“Do you have to lubricate the bulb Pain?”  Mister Green asked mischievously.

“No sir, I do not, but it does help with penetration and it will hurt Lolita less.”

“Did you know Pain that Lolita is an anal virgin?”

“No sir I did not.”

“Wouldn’t you say it would be just wonderful to take her anal virginity without lubricating the bulb?”  He suggested evilly.

“It will make it very difficult sir.”  Pain suggested carefully without a hint of preference in her voice. 

Christine was scared to death.  She looked in horror from Pain to Mister Green as they conversed about how best to take her anal virginity.  She’d never considered that this would ever happen to her.  Christine wasn’t a prude, far from it, she’d had boyfriends, she’d had her share of sexual partners, but there had always been one taboo.  One thing that she would never consider in a hundred years, and that was allowing anyone to put anything back there. 

Now in the space of a few hours she would have digitally penetrated herself in her bottom, and now she was about to be forcibly given an enema.  It was unthinkable!  Christine worked herself up into a panic and then began hyperventilating as the conversation came to its conclusion.  She was in such a state that she barely heard Mister Green’s final judgement, “You are probably right Pain, the first time it would be better to use lubricant – we’ll just have to take a rain check, right Lolita?”

Mister Green winked evilly to Christine.

She began to shake her head back and forward as Pain knelt between Christine’s legs. 

“Remember Pain, explain everything as you go.”

Pain, in her deliberately flat voice explained, “I am placing the bulb against your sphincter, I will now push it in.  If you want it to go in easier you need to relax and accept the bulb.  If you don’t, it will take longer and hurt more.  I’m going to start pushing now,” Christine felt the slimy intruder on the entrance to her bottom and the pressure being applied by Pain.  She ignored Pain’s suggestions and tried as hard as she could to keep her bottom closed to the threatened evil. 

“Please Lolita, relax,” Pain whispered, “You’ll only make it worse.”

Christine ignored her and her tight bottom succeeded in denying the invader.

Mister Green quickly tired of this game and announced, “Pain, if that bulb isn’t seated in her bottom in thirty seconds I am going to tighten your bra and you will have to live with it until after dinner, unless your lucky enough to go in the cell in which case you will live with it all night.”

“Yes sir,” Pain said rapidly to Mister Green, and then to Christine, “Please Lolita, please don’t let him do that.  Please let it in, for my sake, please…” she pleaded quietly.

Still panicked, Christine heard Pain’s pleas but disregarded them.  She kept her bottom firmly clenched

“You don’t understand, please!” Pain gasped in exasperation, the abject fear in the formerly perky girl’s voice was undeniable and finally Christine listened to Pain’s pleas. 

She pushed back her own fear and tried to relax, but it was simply impossible.  Just the thought of that thing inside her caused her to tighten up.  Pain renewed her efforts and pushed as hard as she could.  She slipped on the well lubricated bulb, almost dropping it on the ground. 

Finally, Pain pushed with a massive last effort and in spite of Christine’s tight bottom and fear induced tension, it pushed its way passed the tough muscle sphincter and into Christine’s bowels. 

“Noooo!”  Her mind screamed.  “Not there!”  She felt the unnatural and slimy invader seated in her bottom and tried to expel it.  However the same effort actually relaxed her bottom and allowed Pain to push the plug in until its flared base was fully seated.  “Thank you,” Pain whispered, “thank you.”

She turned back around to see Mister Green looking at his watch. 

“One minute, seventeen seconds.”

The colour drained away from Pain’s face.

Chapter 3

“Come here.”

“No, please sir, no.”

“Come here right now Pain or you will regret it.”

“Please sir, I tried my hardest, I really did, please!  PLEASE!”  This last plea Pain uttered from her knees with her hands thrust together in prayer, beseeching Mister Green in the most grovelling way she could.

“You can blame your new friend.”  Mr Green picked Pain up under her armpits and deposited her back on her feet.  “I want you to look at your friend Lolita while I do this, look at her and know who’s to blame for what I’m about to do.”

Pain looked up at Christine, tears streaked down her face and her bottom lip quivered.  Mister Green was fiddling with something behind Pain’s back but Christine couldn’t see exactly what.  His hand reappeared clenching two white cords that had previously been tied neatly in a bow at Pain’s back.  Standing a good half foot taller than the diminutive blonde he looked down over her breasts as he pulled on the two cords. 

Christine watched on as the two cords tightened.  She’d thought that the twin channels built into Pain’s odd bra had been for a heavy underwire to support the girl’s large pendulous breasts.  Now she realised that the channels contained two nooses of heavy white cord anchored in the middle of her chest with the ends emerging in Mister Green’s hand.  As Mister Green pulled the cord, the two cords around the base of Pain’s breasts contracted.  Christine’s jaw dropped as she realised what was happening.  Pain looked up at Christine with tears welling in her eyes in anticipation of Mister Green’s slow and inevitable tightening of her bra.

“Ingenious isn’t it Lolita?”  Mr Green suggested.

Before Mister Green had begun pulling, the two circular channels around each of Pain’s breasts had been eight inches in diameter.  Christine watched on as Mister Green gradually tightened each noose, watching them contract around the base of Pain’s breasts from seven inches, then six and finally to five inches.  Pain was crying freely now as her large breasts ballooned before her.  Mister Green stopped when the nooses had shrunk to almost half their original size.  He looked down in pleasure at the sight of the plump girl’s enormous breasts so terribly constricted. 

He looked at Christine’s face, “See what you’ve done to your friend, do you think she’s had enough?”  He asked casually.

“Yes sir.”  Christine offered quickly. 

“Hmmm...  I wonder.  Look down into the box Lolita.”

Christine looked down into the box containing the enema kit. 

“Your friend was kind enough to use the smallest bulb in your virgin little bottom.  And you repaid her with this,” He waved toward Pain’s bulging breasts.  “I wonder how much you care for her.  If I promised to stop tightening the nooses now, would you agree to let Pain replace the bulb in your bottom with one of the larger ones?”

Christine looked into the box, even the next smallest bulb was a good inch wider than the one currently in her.  She thought about how much pain and humiliation she’d feel as a larger one was shoved into her tight and previously pristine bottom.  Then she remembered poor Pain and her breasts, and looked upon the miserable girl facing her. 

“Pain, why don’t you try and convince Lolita that she should agree.”  Mister Green held the two cords tautly and stared straight into Christine’s eyes as Pain carried out Mister Green’s order.

“My bra is like my panties Lolita,” Pain began, “there are lots of bristles and two very sharp spikes right over my nipples.”  Pain’s voice crackled as she fought back tears, “normally the spikes just prod into me, but now I’m so swollen that every little movement is agony.  And in a minute,” she became almost inconsolable now and her voice began to crack, “Master will tighten the nets in the cups, pushing the spikes into my nipples.  It will be bad enough when he does that, but please don’t let him have an excuse to tighten the nooses any further.

“Please Lolita, please agree to his demand.”  Pain begged.

Christine cracked as Pain looked up, her normally pretty face contorted and disfigured by the torture being inflicted on her and the promise of worse to come.

She caved, “Alright, I agree.”

“Good.”  Mister Green accepted.  “Aren’t you lucky you have such nice friends Pain?  But perhaps next time she won’t resist and leave her friend to suffer the consequences?”

Pain didn’t respond.  Rather she stood quietly, looking to Christine as Mister Green tied off the two noose cords and secured them behind her in a double bow.  “Now watch again Lolita as we tighten everything else.”

Mister Green now released a second set of cords in the back of Pain’s bra and began to tighten them.  Christine watched as a spider web lattice of thinner cords running over Pain’s breasts tightened.  As the net tightened, the cups contracted around Pain’s bulbous breasts.  Mister Green took his time, relishing every moment as Pain began sobbing and then shrieking as the sharp plastic spikes over her nipples sank into the taut tit flesh and drove the stiff bristles even deeper into her. 

Finally he tied off the second set of cords.  Pain sobbed continuously, and when Mister Green finally released her, her hands flew to her poor tortured breasts.  She looked down in horror, her hands held just off the punishing bra for fear of making a terrible situation worse.  She knew better than to ask for relief, and she knew not to complain.  Instead she walked slowly toward Christine, her eyes downcast, her tears splattering on the bound breasts that pointed out in front of her like torpedos. 

“Do it.”  Mister Green demanded as Pain knelt down between Christine’s splayed legs. 

Pain whispered so quietly that she could barely hear her, “I forgive you, but please never do that again.”

She felt the horrific sensation of her bottom stretching over the bulb as Pain pulled it out.  And she closed her eyes as Pain selected the next largest bulb and coated it in lubricant.  This time Christine actively tried to assist Pain as she pushed this larger bulb against the tight muscle sphincter, but without avail.

“Please help me, he’ll tighten it further, just push, please, push like you’re going!”  Pain whispered louder this time.  Mister Green ignored Pain’s unauthorised speech. 

Christine then followed Pain’s instructions for fear at what would happen to Pain if she failed again.  She pushed and immediately felt the new bulb sink slowly into her, stretching her bottom terribly.  Christine begun to cry deeply as she felt this larger object sink into her, tearing her apart, and eventually settling deep inside with her anus stretched tautly around the tapered base of the bulb. 

“Thankyou, thankyou so much Lolita.”  Pain cried quietly in relief.

“Pain, release the clip and then come and join me for a cuddle.”  Mister Green ordered as he sat down on the heavy wooden seat facing Christine.  Christine had been looking down at Pain when he made the order and she saw the look of weary fatalism grow on her face.  She reached up to the hose that led from the bulb to the rubber bag and pulled off the clip to allow the warm water to begin its journey into Christine’s bowels.

Christine felt the water enter her as Pain approached Mister Green - patting his lap and indicating exactly where he wanted her to sit. 

The feeling of water encroaching into her was awful, and between the invasion in her bottom and the growing feeling of the water in her belly, she shed yet more tears of her own.  But in morbid curiosity she couldn’t help but watch as Pain sat down upon the sadist’s lap reverse cowgirl style with her back to him.  Mister Green pushed her legs apart so Pain’s crotch was clearly visible to Christine.  “Look at her while I do this.”  Mister Green said next to Pain’s ear and loudly enough for Christine to hear her across the room. 

Pain reclined against Mister Green’s chest with her legs spread and Mister Green proceeded to run his hands up and down Pain’s pure white corset.  Tears streamed down Pain’s face as her breasts dangled before her in two obscenely ballooned and impaled spheres of hell.

“It should take a good ten minutes for that bag to empty itself into her, and then another twenty minutes to do its work.  So why don’t you and I sit back and enjoy ourselves in the interim?”  Mister Green suggested evilly.

“Yes sir.”  Pain responded brokenly.

Christine’s guts began to churn as the liquid relentlessly drained into her.  She looked down to see her belly distending as the liquid filled her.  She also saw the small trickles of urine that splashed and dried on the ground beneath her as the catheter performed its function. 

Looking back up and feeling the most abject humiliation she had ever felt in her life, she watched on as Mister Green now ran his hand between Pain’s legs.  Christine imagined the terrible hurt that Pain must be experiencing as the sadist ground his fingers into the gusset of Pain’s panties, driving the spikes and bristles into her tender crotch. 

Pain’s dam broke.  Between the horrific agony of the bra and the hand between her legs she started sobbing uncontrollably.  Christine cried with her, some of the tears her own, and some for the poor girl across the room suffering so horrifically because of her own failure.  Mister Green in turn looked from one girl to the other, his face a mask of brutal and unrestrained hunger.

He spent several minutes just prodding with a single finger upon the spot where Pain’s clitoris lay, and relished every yelp and scream.  Pain sobbed deeply, her face a river of tears and twisted agony.  But never once did she resist his foul touches.  Christine now fully understood just what the girls had meant when they told her to submit. 

The bag emptied slowly as Christine and Pain suffered.  Christine’s belly grew and the terrible feeling of fullness grew and grew.  As the bag emptied she began to feel her guts churn.  The churning spread, her bowels twisting and writhing within her.  Then the pain began, slowly, inexorably the twisting pains turned into cramps.  She bawled her face up, bit her lip against the pain in her stomach and all the while Mister Green looked on with his hand plying Pain’s crotch relentlessly. 

It had seemed an age since the bag had emptied when Mister Green spoke again.  “Tits or arse?”  He asked Pain cryptically, and after a few moments, “I maul your tits, or you take a mark three up the arse.” 

“Arse please sir.”  She responded quickly.

“Fine.  Stand.”  Pain stood up and looked at Christine with embarrassment, as though she were ashamed at what Christine was about to witness.  Mister Green rose from the chair and made his way to the cabinets containing the toys that Rubber had so carefully cleaned earlier in the day.  He looked for several moments before selecting a large ten inch rubber dildo covered in hard nodules with a broad hilt at the base.  Nodding in approval he then took a tube of lubricant and returned to the chair. 

“Open your panties, bend over and present yourself.”  He ordered.  With tears still spilling down her face Pain followed his instructions and pulled the crotch zipper down to expose her anus.  She bent over as far as she could and looked down at the ground.

Mister Green opened the lubricant and poured a small amount onto the knobbly dildo.  Dropping the tube he wrapped his free hand in Pain’s pigtail, pulling her head back so that she looked straight at Christine.

Pain’s face betrayed all her feelings.  The enormity of pain and mortification wracking her was written large across her cherubic face.  Her bottom pouting lip quivered and tears rolled uncontrollably from her large blue eyes.  Christine couldn’t help but watch on as Mister Green lowered his weapon toward Pain’s waiting hole. 

“Now Lolita, watch how a real slut takes it from behind.  This is at least twice the width of the little thing inside you, not to mention the lovely little features lining its length, and I’ve only added the smallest amount of lubricant.  Now - watch and learn.”  The knobbly phallus dropped from Christine’s sight, but she knew the moment that it came up against Pain’s bottom when Pain bit her quivering lip.  Mister Green grinned as he thrust the terrible phallus into Pain’s rectum.  He took his time, ensuring she felt every single one of the unforgiving protrusions upon the dildo.  Pain’s face contorted even further into a mask of misery as her bowels were ground and grated by the punishing object.  Finally Mr Green slammed the last inch home in a quick movement, ensuring the dildo’s hilt smashed the spikes surrounding Pain’s anus deep into the soft flesh underneath.  Pain screamed with the most heart wrenching anguish imaginable, and she kept on screaming as Mister Green rotated the phallus inside her while keeping steady pressure on the hilt to ensure the little bristles and spikes gouging her anus ground and rasped the delicate membranes. 

All the while he kept his hand wrapped in Pain’s pony tail, ensuring the girl looked straight at Christine while she endured the unendurable.

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An hour later Mister Green secured the locking chain back around Christine’s waist after changing her diaper.  “I will see you later little one,”  Mister Green grinned as he set Christine on her way back up to the common room. 

She walked back into the common room in her pink and white gingham dress to find the three other girls all seated around the table.  Christine’s bottom still ached from the unnatural invader that until recently had been buried in her, but on the bright side the cramps had disappeared as the enema water had gushed out of her bowels.  Her relief had been palpable. 

Pain however – still clearly suffering from her excruciating bra – was being questioned by Rubber and School who had undoubtedly heard the screams from below.  But it seemed that the teary blonde had remained tight lipped about what had happened.  She was probably embarrassed, thought Christine.  Personally she was mortified that she’d allowed the nozzle in her back passage, but Pain had done worse, she’d openly asked for that monster dildo in her bottom. 

Christine walked passed the girls, she couldn’t cope with  the shame of facing them right now.  Not after she’d endured what she had.  Not after she’d caused Pain’s terrible punishment.  Not when she could continuously feel her bladder emptying into her diaper, providing her with a constant reminder of her situation.

She walked quietly to her room, careful not to make eye contact with any of them, and lay down on her bed.

“Are you okay?”  School stood in the doorway. 

“No.”  Christine responded.

“What happened downstairs?”  She asked matter-of-factly.

Christine shrugged: “He tortured Pain terribly.”  She responded, “And it was my fault.”  Christine very quickly explained what had happed, brushing over the more sordid details.

“You should have submitted.” Was all School said, and she left the doorway.  Christine’s heart sank at the disappointment and disdain in School’s voice.  How would she cope with this place if she upset the other girls.  School’s words echoed through her mind as she lay on her bed resolving never to do something so cowardly again. 

Christine elected to stay in her room for the remainder of the afternoon.  At one point a blind and silent Rubber tottered into her room.  Christine looked up at the matte-black girl in her rubber encasement.  Rubber held her head on a slight angle, as though questioning.  Christine had no words to offer and Rubber left after a few minutes of silence. 

“Look,” Sophie said through the earpiece, “it happens, you can’t blame yourself.  We all fail from time to time, and the girls will forgive you in time, they probably already have.  Just ignore School, she’s a foul tempered red head, don’t worry about it.”

Christine listened to Sophie’s words of encouragement, but nothing could break the feeling she had that she’d let Pain down and that if she’d only been a little less selfish the blonde wouldn’t be suffering so terribly now. 

“You can’t mope in here.”  Sophie said.  “Come on, get up, at least go and help the others get dinner on the table.” 

She dragged herself off the bed and into the common room and found the girls setting the central table.  All the forks and knives were plastic, the plates were plastic and so were the cups.  Christine wondered about the plastic cutlery and then almost slapped herself for stupidity when she realised that their captors would never let the girls get their hands on something like a real metal knife or fork.  Anything like that could be used as a weapon, and from what she’d seen so far the masters didn’t leave anything to chance.

“Can I help?”  she asked and it was Pain who responded first, red eyed and teary, her bra still tightened and clearly causing her the most terrible pain, but nonetheless she attempted a smile through her agony and welcomed Christine back into the fold.  Christine did her best to smile back.

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School displayed the toothpicks to the girls: three long, one short, before hiding them in the cup of her hand.

Rubber took the first pick, clumsily selecting a full length one.  Unable to see the result she relied on School to quietly tell her that she’d successfully avoided two consecutive nights in the cell.  Rubber audibly sighed through her ring gag. 

School next offered a toothpick to Christine.  Her heart beat fast as she looked at the three wooden slivers before her.  She settled on the one in the middle and sighed with relief as her toothpick came out intact as well. 

Pain and School shared a look.  School shrugged and Pain selected the toothpick on the left.  It was broken.

Christine’s heart sank immediately.  The poor girl had already suffered enough!  Couldn’t they just leave her alone?

Mister Black, who had watched the ritual from a corner of the room with interest, now stepped forward and began to advance on a bereft Pain.  “Ah piggy, piggy, piggy.   What a pleasant surprise.  I told you I had some wonderful ideas.  Here, put these on you fat bitch.”  Mister Black threw four restraints at Pain.  Already tormented by her tightened bra, Pain began crying straight away as she realised that she would be spending the night in the cell with her bra on.  Weeping, she began to wrap the restraints about her wrists and ankles. 

“Wait!  Sir!  Wait!”  Christine called out. 

Mister Black turned slowly, “what is it Lolita?”

“Me for her… Sir, I mean.”

“Pardon?”  He asked carefully. 

“I’ll take her place Sir.”

“Why?” 

“Because it’s not fair Sir.  Pain’s been through enough, and it’s my fault.  I should be up there, not her.  I’ll take her place willingly.”  Christine explained calmly.

Pain looked up at Christine from her knees, moments ago she’d faced the prospect of a full night of torture at Mister Black’s hands.  Now she held onto a glimmer of hope, and thankfulness shone through her eyes.  Christine felt a warm flush of pride for her selfless act.

“Let me get this right.  You want to undergo whatever it was that I had planned for her?”

“Yes sir.”  She said confidently.

“Fine, you put those on then.”  Mister Black told Christine tersely.  “When she’s finished, secure her to the cross.”  He told the others, “And you my fat little sow,” he pointed directly at Pain, “I will have my fun with you one of these nights, you just wait.”  Pain ignored him, simply happy to have dodged a night in the cell.

Christine soon found herself – for the second time today – strapped to a Saint Andrew’s Cross waiting on the whim of a cruel pervert. 

He stood before Christine, stroking his neatly trimmed goatee. “Well you haven’t got any teats to speak of, and I was going to have some fun with piggy’s fat bags, but I guess we can still play the mystery bag game!”  He grinned.

“Here, you’ll need this,” He pulled a blindfold out of a pocket and wrapped it around Christine’s head, engulfing her in darkness. 

“Now,” he said from what sounded like the other side of the room, “does anyone want to explain the mystery bag game to Lolita?”  Christine heard nothing but silence.

“You, School, you like the mystery bag game, you explain it.”  Mister Black instructed School.

“Yes sir.”  School said carefully, “Master will place some toys in a bag.  Feeling through the bag, you must choose one, and it will then be inserted into the orifice of Master’s choice.  Once inserted, it will be left in you overnight.”  School finished, her voice deadpan and devoid of emotion.

“Very good School.”  She felt Mister Black standing next to her.  “There, feel the bag?”  Mister Black placed the bag in Christine’s bound hand and she began feeling through the material.

“There are three very different items in there Lolita, each with their own very special surprises!  And I’m happy to tell you that whichever one you choose goes in your bottom!  You see, I thought that you so loved your enema this afternoon then why not finish the day off with a bang!  So think long and hard before making your choice Lolita, because whichever you choose is going to be your closest friend as you lie hogtied on the floor of the cell all night!”

Christine gulped, now having second thoughts about having taking Pain’s place.  Her hand grasped at the outside of the bag, trying to come to grips with the objects within.  There was one very, very wide, squishy and shortish object.  She automatically discounted that one as it was simply monstrous, easily three or four magnitudes larger than the modest enema bulb she’d endured earlier today. 

The second object she automatically discounted as well.  Although she could almost get her forefinger and thumb around its diameter (probably twice the width of the enema bulb) she quickly felt the rock hard protrusions covering the length of the dildo from top to bottom.

She grasped and pinched at the bag some more, trying to find the supposed third object but having difficulty locating it.  Eventually she found it in the very bottom of the bag and she breathed a sigh of relief.  The other two objects would have torn her apart, but this one was a very modest size, maybe the width of her index finger, and not much longer either.  “This one.”  She indicated victoriously. 

“Right then.  School, remove Lolita’s blindfold and we’ll take a little look at her selection shall we?”

Christine blinked for a few seconds as her sight was restored.  Mister Black stood at the table, mystery bag in hand.  First of all he pulled out the largest object, “Ta da!  Lolita has turned down a night filled with the monster butt buster, one of the largest butt plugs in our collection.  Manufactured from soft, durable latex, this baby is guaranteed to stretch and tear the most limber of arse sluts,” Mister Black grinned and capered like a game show host, clearly enjoying the building tension in the room.

He placed the gargantuan plug down on the table, it was a good four or five inches across at the tapered base, and at its broadest point, probably six  or seven inches.  Christine shook her head, there was no way that could ever fit in a human being, and she would never have chosen it.  So why had it been in the bag?   She wondered.

She instantly recognised the second object, “Behold, the Mark Three Punisher, only recently extracted from the filthy depths of Pain’s shit hole, and still dirty from her fat little arse!  Note the solid silicone protrusions for that very special pain slut!  What a shame Lolita, you would have really enjoyed this one.”

Christine felt a chill go through her.  Hang on, she thought, why put two objects in the bag that I would obviously never pick?  Had she really thought this through properly?

“But what’s left in the bag?”  Mister Black shook the bag and feigned an inability to find the remaining object.

Meanwhile Christine’s brain finally grasped something terribly important:  why put two enormous dildos in the bag, and then tell me that the one I choose is going in my behind?  Why:  so I wouldn’t choose them, and so I wouldn’t think too hard about the remaining object – all you were thinking about was size, weren’t you?  What if…

“Oh look everyone, look at what little Lolita has decided to stick in her little bottom all night!”  Mister Black announced gleefully. 

Fear and loathing smashed down on her like an avalanche.

“Why it’s a fresh red chilli!”  Mister Black presented the long red chilli to the room.  Pain groaned in sympathy as Christine cried out:  “No!  Please!  I’ve changed my mind, the second one, the second one!” 

“Oh but its too late now little chicken,” Mister Black stood before her brandishing the chilli.  “Straight in your little bot-bot with the chilli…  School, her diaper please.”  School knelt down and began unlocking Christine’s lockable plastic pants.

“Please, I beg of you,” Christine said panicking, “The second one, I’ll do it, I promise!”  Mister Black shook his head.  “PLEASE!”  She bellowed emotionally, “Okay, okay, okay,” She panted rapidly as she felt her pants being pulled down her legs.

“The biggest one, I’ll try it, I’ll do my best, please no. No.  No.  No.”  She began repeating hysterically as her diaper was unpinned.  Meanwhile Mister Black carefully and immediately before Christine’s eyes used a small pen knife to make two lengthwise incisions down the chilli. 

“Please Sir!”  She screamed, “Please, please, please, please,”  Mister Black motioned to School, who pulled apart the globes of Christine’s bottom.  Now the girl-child look-alike switched from “please” to “No!”  She gasped out the short word between her frantic heaves. 

Mister Black spat on the end of the chilli and his hand descended.  Christine continued squealing and begging as she felt the tiny fruit enter her pucker.  Mister Black grinned maniacally as he slowly thrust the little object into her, gently seating the red beast in her sphincter.  Satisfied with his work, Mister Black nodded to School who began doing Christine’s pants back up.

Her panting changed dramatically as soon as her pants were closed up and locked.  Christine was now afraid to move any more than absolutely necessary.

“Please sir,” she said fervently, “anything else, it’s not too late!  Please, you’ll enjoy it, I promise, the huge one, I’ll stretch myself on it!”  She cried in the most pathetic fashion, tears and snot combining under her nose and dripping onto her pink gingham dress.

“I’m sure I would Lolita, but I much prefer that particular little lolly in your bottom.”  He grinned.

Christine looked at the faces of the other girls.  School looked on with sympathy and Pain was crying on her behalf.  Rubber, as always, stood anonymously to one side, blind, probably mostly deaf under the layers of thick rubber encasing her, suffering quietly inside her sweaty rubbery hell.

Almost immediately Christine felt the first hint of what was to come.  The incisions Mister Black had made in the Chilli multiplied its effect almost immediately by allowing its contents to leech ubiquitously into every tiny crevasse in Christine’s puckered sphincter.  The oils mixed in with seed juice and soaked slowly into her membranes. 

At every moment Christine imagined that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, and then with her next breath the chilli seared even more.  Every moment was worse than its preceding one as the oil slowly soaked deeper and deeper into her bowels.  More agonizing than her bowels however were the infinitesimally small cracks lining her tiny tightened anus. 

Her anus felt like an ever magnifying fractal image.  No matter how deeply or thoroughly she thought the oil had already penetrated there was always a new channel or fissure for the insidious oil to penetrate.  Deeper and deeper. 

In each and every nerve ending the same pattern was repeated:  first the warmth, then the escalating heat and then the searing pain as the nerves were scorched and fried by the escalating chemical reaction occurring throughout the thin layers of skin and membranes in her bottom. 

She barely even noticed as Mister Black unlocked her wrists from the cross and brought them behind her.  Tears flowed unimpeded, and her constant crying became frantic as she struggled for breath in between howled pants.  The agony in her bottom was so terrifically intense as to deny belief. 

Still the chilli burn continued to intensify, its effect spreading not only further into her rectum, but deeper and deeper into the flesh of her sphincter.  As she was led into the darkened cell she started screaming uncontrollably, the pain was that intense.  She thrashed about, but to no use, with her wrists secured behind her Mister Black was quickly able to put her on the hard concrete floor of the cell and bring each of her thrashing legs up to her bound wrists one at a time. 

Christine had screamed herself hoarse by the time Mister Black finished his hogtie.

“You’ve learnt a valuable lesson Lolita,” Mister Black suggested, “There’s no easy way out, either do it our way or suffer.  You could have chosen either of those two other dildos but you thought you’d be smart.”

He knelt down next to her, panting, her screams exhausted, and the pain still intensifying by the moment, each worse than the one before.

“Get used to it Lolita.  We know how much you hate your bottom being penetrated, and you can be sure that at every opportunity we’re going to fill it, stretch it, hurt it and stuff it.  By the time we’re finished with you it’s the only sex you’ll ever get or enjoy. 

Christine wailed anew as his words sank into her.

The door to the cell clanged shut, engulfing her in darkness and leaving her with nothing but the intense pain in her bottom.

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Light.  Searing light.  She sobbed hoarsely again. 

They were coming back to make things even worse.  They were going to hurt her more and there was nothing she could do about it. 

She scrunched her eyes closed against the harsh light, and then to her surprise, a soft delicate hand touched her cheek.  A gentle hand, it stroked her wet cheek, and then Christine sighed in desperate relief as her legs were released from the strict hogtie she’d endured all night. 

“Come on.  It’s over.  Let’s get you to the bathroom.”  Pain removed the restraints from Christine’s wrists and ankles and helped her to her feet.  The chilli still seared inside her, but it had subsided over recent hours.  She still felt its horrific effects in every single corner of her bottom but most particularly in the crinkled muscle of her anus.  Thankfully however the pain had stopped spreading and now all she needed to cope with was the terrible residual burn she felt throughout her back passage. 

Pain half carried Christine out of the door of the cell.  As they passed through the room Christine looked around to see breakfast laid on the table and the bathroom door open, indicating it was free.  She looked about for the others and then noticed something strange.  School and Rubber (currently out of her ubiquitous uniform) were both in Rubber’s room.  School lay entwined in the sheets as Rubber stood besides her rubbing her eyes.  Christine put the oddity to one side as Pain led her into the toilet, she had other priorities right now.

Pain produced the key that unlocked Christine’s plastic pants so that she could get access to the horrid chilli in her bottom.  “Do you need help?”  Pain asked kindly.  Christine shook her head. 

Just the act of pulling the little red object from her bottom reignited the horrific pain she felt.  Every square millimetre of her anus felt as though it had blistered and suffered third degree burns.  A quick touch however revealed no obvious damage, no blisters, just searing heat and burning pain every time she touched part of the affected area.  She winced in agony as she inspected her bottom.

The shower made things even worse.  Water felt as though it was boiling whenever it touched her.  Soap didn’t help either, she had hoped that it would maybe help break down the residual oils, unfortunately it seemed to have the reverse effect, intensifying rather than diminishing the pain.  Her bottom felt like was someone had poured acid into it burning away the top layers of skin and leaving only the thinnest layer between raw flesh and the air.  Every breath of air evoked pain, every brush of a towel or touch of anything elicited pure agony. 

“Christine,”

She looked up at the ceiling, “Yes,” she responded to Sophie’s voice in her ear.

“I know it’s difficult, but you are going to have to clean your bottom properly.”

“I can’t,” the broken girl responded, “it’s just too sore,” and tears broke out anew.

“Christine, please, you have to, you’ll only make things even worse if they check and you fail your inspection.  Please, it’s for your own good.”

Christine sobbed quietly before realising that Sophie was right.  She clenched her teeth, picked up the flannel, scoured it with soap and screamed as she violated her burnt sphincter with her soapy little finger.

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“I’m okay, I’ll live.”  Was all Christine said as she walked to her bedroom passing School and Rubber eating breakfast.

She pulled out her outfit for the day, the red and white polka dot ensemble and dressed quietly. 

Having finished dressing she decided to go and see Pain to apologise for her failure yesterday in the play room.  Pain was drying off in her room when Christine knocked on the door.  “I’m sorry for yesterday.”  She cut to the chase. 

“No,” Pain turned around quickly and strode across the room taking Christine’s hands in her own, “No, no don’t,” she squeezed Christine’s hands, “No, we can’t blame ourselves for what they do to us.  It wasn’t your fault –“

“But you all said I should submit, and I didn’t,” Christine added.

“No, but you tried and that’s what counts, look it’s okay, I’m still here aren’t I?”

“Yes but look–“Christine pointed to Pain’s breasts which were scoured red all over.  Her nipples told an even sadder story, little scabs forming atop the spot where the sharp plastic spikes had sunk into her. 

“It’s okay, I’ve had worse.  But look, what you did last night, you didn’t have to, and please don’t do it again, but for what its worth I just wanted to say thankyou,” The blonde said sincerely. 

“It’s the least I could do,” Christine added, “and I promise I’ll try not to stuff up again.” 

“Don’t worry.”  Pain stopped holding Christine’s hands, “Look, it’s another day, maybe one of us will go home today!”  She suggested positively.  Christine sat on Pain’s bed as she dressed. 

“Do you mind?”

“No, I like the company.”  Pain responded, “And to tell you the truth, I’d love some help with the corset, it’s not easy to do up by myself.”

“Sure” 

Christine helped Pain into her white satin corset hoisting it up around her midriff and helping hook the steel busk together from top to bottom.  When she finished Pain leant forward against the wardrobe as Christine pulled the laces of the corset taught.

“How tight do I go?”  Christine asked.

“I’ll get punished if they see any flesh, so all the way tight please.”

“Umm, that’s quite a lot.” 

“Tell me about it, from 34 gorgeous inches down to 26.  I keep finding a new tighter one every month or so, I’ll be down to 25 inches soon enough.  But it gives me a great figure!”  She laughed.

“I’ve never worn one, what does it feel like?”  Christine asked honestly.

“It’s difficult to get used to.  You can’t breathe as deeply, and bending down is hard, but after a while you don’t really notice it.”  Christine slowly worked the laces tighter, hauling on them with effort.  It was a far from simple task and she marvelled that Pain had managed this every morning by herself.

“Why was School in Rubber’s room this morning?”  She asked innocently enough.

“It wasn’t just this morning.  More like all night.”  Pain responded, “They have a thing together.”

“Really?”  Christine whispered back, “How do they get away with it?”

“The masters aren’t usually here at lock down, and they’re not here first thing in the morning, and since Sophie’s been acting as the ‘controller’ they generally don’t check the tapes.  So who’s to know if two girls are in the same room overnight?”

“Oh.”  Christine expressed indignantly.

“What?  You don’t approve?”

“No!  No, that’s not it at all.  It just seems odd.  I mean I would have thought that given all that goes on here that sort of thing would be the last thing on your mind.”  Christine backtracked, eager not to pass judgement on the other two girls, particularly given Pain’s response.

“I suppose they find solace in each other’s company.”  Pain said almost wistfully.

Christine was glad to change the topic by announcing that the corset was finally fully tightened.  The effect on Pain’s figure was indeed dramatic, with her narrowed waist contrasting sharply with her large breasts.

“Thanks,” Pain said, “It’s really nice to get some help.  Could you?  It’s hard to get down once this thing’s on.”  She pointed toward the white panties.  Christine picked up the relatively heavy bundle and knelt down at Pain’s feet.

“Thank you.  Hey!  If there’s anything I can help you with, I’d be more than happy to.” Pain offered.

Christine unfolded the panties.  On the outside they felt soft and padded – such a contrast to their insides.  Christine slipped the panties over Pain’s feet and pulled them part the way up before the blonde took over and worked the exceptionally tight panties up over her thighs.  Christine was getting back to her feet when Pain parted her legs to pull the panties up the last few inches.  For a split second Christine unwittingly caught a glance between Pain’s parted legs.  Given the variety of shocking sights she’d been exposed to in the last twenty-four hours she shouldn’t have been surprised, but even so the sight of the poor blonde’s blood red clitoris and labia was appalling.  The hours spent suffering from the combination of spikes and bristles had abraded the top layers of skin from her genitals leaving behind a red/purple shade of swollen flesh.

Pain inhaled a short breath as she seated the horrid gusset between her legs, renewing the assault on the raw flesh between her legs. 

“I don’t know how you stand it.”  Christine said sympathetically as she picked up the bra. 

Pain shrugged and tried to smile, although Christine could tell that the blonde’s effort was strained, “I try not to think about it.”  Christine unhooked the back of the bra and saw its contents for the first time.  Similar to the panties, each cup was lined in stiff bristles.  Around the nipple the bristles increased in density and pointed inward so that Pain’s nipples would be constantly assaulted from all sides.  At their very centre each cup held a single plastic spine, the same spines that had left the little wounds in Pain’s nipples yesterday.  The girl leant forward and gently, ever so gently, fed her breasts into the infernal cups.  When she had them placed she tried as delicately as possible to hook the bra strap closed, Christine helped. 

Christine had to admire whoever had designed the infernal contraption, not for its torture qualities, but for the fact that it pulled Pain’s breasts high up on her chest and presented the blonde’s massive assets in the best possible light. 

While Pain put on her stockings Christine looked at the new shoes.  She prodded the bumps on the insole, they felt like marbles.  An investigative finger revealed that the hard protrusions extended all the way down into the shoes and also surrounded the toes.  “Um Pain, do you think you’ll be able to walk in these?”  Christine asked.

“I don’t know.  I have to I guess.  I’ve been afraid to try them on to tell you the truth.”

“These people are bastards.”  Christine spat.

“Yep.”  Pain took one of the shoes off Christine for the moment of truth. 

“And a size too small too, I’ll bet” She sighed as she squeezed her foot into the first.  “Oww!”  She exclaimed as her toes touched the ends.  “Oh fuck!”  She said uncharacteristically as she felt the top of her toes as well as the soles of her feet being terrorized by the hard nodules. 

“I don’t think I can do this Lolita,” Pain said, doubt entering her voice. 

“Come on, give me your arm, you can lean on me to put the other one on.”

“No I mean I don’t think it’ll work, I ‘m afraid to put my foot down.  It’s bad enough without any weight on it, but…”

“Come on Pain,” Christine said encouragingly, “You put up with worse all the time.  I mean yesterday with Master Green - this is nothing in comparison!”  She tried to copy Pain’s normally cheerful attitude and use it back on her.

“Okay.”  Pain put her foot tentatively on the floor, after several moments she lifted her bare foot while Christine held some of her weight.  Pain squeezed her foot into the shoe, swearing again when she felt the full horror that the shiny white stilettos delivered. 

“Okay, okay.”  Pain panted.  She waved Christine away as she tried to stand unaided.  Christine sat on the bed and watched her.  Pain’s face scrunched up as she felt her full weight drive down into the shoes.  Her ankles shook, her calves quivered, but after a few moments the girl seemed to master herself. 

“I can do this.”  Pain said to herself.  Then she looked straight at Christine, “I can do this.  I can do this.”  And Christine smiled and laughed.

Chapter 4

Christine lay face down on her bed seriously contemplating whether she could kill herself.  It was the only obvious way out.  The only way she could be delivered from this unbearable hell.  Alone, she cried softly to herself, thinking back through the events of this traumatic day and hoping that they could be forgotten.  But she knew that they would return to her in nightmares for the rest of her life.

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“So you have a choice,” Miss Red explained to Rubber as she hung from the ceiling by her wrists, “your shoulders or your cunt?”  The girls had finished eating dinner and were peering around the corner of the cell’s door to watch whatever it was that Miss Red had decided for Rubber’s night in the cell.

‘Of all the bad luck…’  Christine thought, ‘to pull the short straw for the second time in three days.’

“I make it about ten hours till morning,” the sour-faced mistress checked her wristwatch, “Now you can spend all night dangling there, popping your shoulders and standing on those cute little toes of yours, or you can rest a while on my little friend and further destroy that nasty hole of yours.”

The “little friend” in question was the scariest dildo Christine had ever seen in her life.  It stood upon a stand immediately in front of Rubber’s dangling form.  It was shaped like a pawn piece from a chess board and stood twelve inches tall.  Its swollen head sat atop it like a helmet and then it cut away before increasing further and further in girth toward the base.  At its widest point toward the base the dildo must have been five inches across, and a still scary three at its narrowest point just below its head. 

Rubber’s feet just touched the ground as she hung in front of the stand, her shoulders already straining.  It was just a matter of time before the poor girl would be forced to make the terrible decision to mount the bestial dildo in order to relieve her toes and shoulders.

“Would you like a hand slut?”  Miss Red asked horribly.

“Oo isress!”  Rubber moaned from her ring gag. 

“Well since you asked nicely,” Miss Red grabbed the rubber-clad girl about the waist and placed the dildo stand immediately beneath Rubber’s vaginal entrance.  The enormous invader nestled in Rubber’s shaven labia, its ridiculous head prodding at the bound girl.  Rubber pulled herself up by the wrists, anxious to avoid the ridiculously huge object.

“It’s only a matter of time slut.  You can’t stay up there all night, eventually you’re going to have to sit on that and when you do your weight will gradually force its way into you.  You think we’ve stretched you before?  Just wait until you’ve spent a few hours sliding down that monster.  When I come back and check in the morning I’m betting you’ll be torn beyond repair!”  The harridan cackled evilly. 

“Everyone, say goodnight to Rubber.”

Miss Red was the last to leave the room, closing the steel door behind her with an ominous finality leaving Rubber locked away with her doom.

She turned to the remaining girls, “Shoo shoo, before I decide to have some more fun with one of you.”

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Christine closed her eyes, feeling tears roll out of her swollen eyes.  She’d never cried so much in her life as she’d cried today, and she expected more to come in the morning. 

She couldn’t bear it.  There was no way out except one. 

But how would she do it?  No pills, nothing to turn into rope, nothing sharp…  She’d have to think.  But could she really do it?  Did she truly have the courage?  If, somehow, she found a way to put an end to it all, would she really be able to do it?  Were things really that bad?

How bad could it possibly get?

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“Now this is what I’m talking about.  Arms out Lollie.”  Mister White ordered.  “See this?”  He held aloft a blue romper suit with an infantile waist line, red piping and broad circular collar.  Matching bloomers were also produced and pushed into Christine’s waiting arms.  Mister White was like a child in a candy shop, next he pulled out a range of footwear before he finally settled on a pair of oversized blue baby booties.  Christine’s heart sank as he made each additional selection.  “Yes, I think that will go nicely,” he added a pacifier to the collection of clothes in Christine’s arms.  A cloth diaper and pair of old fashioned rubber pants came next, “and the piece de résistance,”  he said with a flourish and a baby bonnet in hand, neatly placing the frilled bonnet upon the babyish pile of garments.

“Here, put those down for a moment and let me show you something really special.  Here, sit down,” Mister White had Christine perch on the edge of the wardrobe and he extracted the bloomers from the pile.  “Legs,” he instructed and Christine offered each of her legs in turn as Mister White quickly pulled the bloomers up her legs and over her bulging diaper.  Christine, terrified at receiving any further torture at the hands of the hideous man followed his every instruction to the letter.  The bloomers were soon seated properly and he instructed her to bend her legs at the knee.  Christine noticed two thick bands on each leg, one above the knee and the other below, she also saw a sturdy buckle connecting the two bands behind her knee.

Mister White quickly tightened the two bands and then the linking strap, this had the effect of preventing Christine from straightening her leg past 140 degrees.  “You see, isn’t that clever?”  He said with deep amusement.

“Yes Daddy,” she replied quietly as she realised that this arrangement would ensure she wouldn’t be able to stand, and that when she donned this babyish costume tomorrow morning she’d be relegated to crawling. 

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Her drenched diaper squelched between her legs and she felt the new and larger catheter lodged uncomfortably inside her.  Every moment it remained in her was another moment it worked at stretching her bladder muscles – gradually rendering her incontinent.  She imagined what tomorrow would bring, dressed in the baby romper and bonnet, sucking on the pacifier and forced to crawl about for the amusement of the masters.  The impending humiliation was almost more than she could bare. 

But worst of all was the lingering pain she still felt – even though several hours had passed since her ordeal.

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Christine and Rubber reported to Mister White in the playroom as they’d been ordered to at the morning’s inspection.

“Ah Lolita… Rubber, how very good of you to join me. 

“Now why don’t you come over here?  Lolita, kneel on that chair and bend over the back.  And you – get on your knees.”  He pushed Rubber to her knees as Christine climbed onto the large wooden chair.  Mister White then hauled Christine bodily over the back of the chair and locked her wrists to the back legs of the chair.  This arrangement left her half over the back of the chair with her bottom dangerously exposed and pointing directly at Mister White.

While Christine knelt on the hard chair waiting for the spanking he’d promised her, Mister White fed his flaccid, wrinkly penis into Rubber’s ring gag, “Now we’re going to play a little game.  While this slut pleasures me with the only one of her holes that can still actually give a man pleasure, I’m going to spank you.  Do you understand?”  He told Christine matter-of-factly. 

“Yes sir.”

“No,” he instructed, “Not sir, not any more Lolita.  You will call me Daddy from now on.”  He said lecherously.

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With her head buried in her pillow, Christine felt physically ill as she remembered being forced to call him “Daddy”.  The visceral reaction she’d had to his incestuous overtones had been palpable.  What sort of psychopath actually fantasised about that sort of stuff?  Every fibre in her being was repulsed at the very thought of her own father in a sexual context – and yet Mister White relished exactly that type of relationship.

Rubber on the dildo, the baby clothes, having to call him “Daddy” – she felt sick to her stomach …

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“Yes si… I’m mean – Yes Daddy” She cringed as she followed his perverse request.  He took his time surveying Christine’s prostrate form as he enjoyed Rubber’s tongue on his hardening penis.  He ran his hands down Christine’s flanks, fingering the satin bows and frills adorning her polka dot dress. 

“Tomorrow, you’ll dress more appropriately won’t you little one?”  He told her with his gravely voice.  “This is good, but not infantile enough for me.  I want to see you get out some of those bloomers of yours, maybe a nice little romper, some baby booties maybe…  Hmmm…  Perhaps…”  His suggestions trailed off as he day-dreamed some kinky fantasy, undoubtedly involving her.  Meanwhile Rubber slurped on his slowly stiffening member.

“But where were we?”  He asked rhetorically, “Ah yes, the spanking.”  His hands roamed over Christine’s supine form, now rubbing over her almost non-existent breasts.  She hated his every lewd touch, his hands felt clammy and sweaty as the pawed at her thighs and then unlocked the chain holding up her pants and diaper. 

“You’re even wetter now aren’t you little Lollie?”  He waited for an answer but Christine offered none back.  That had been the superficial reason that he’d ordered this punishment for; during inspection he’d felt her up to “discover” a wet diaper.  She railed at the injustice of it all, would she face this sort of punishment everyday because of the condition they’d imposed on her?  Were all her days from now on to start off with a spanking or a strapping?  How long before she had a bottom that looked the same as School’s – bruised, bleeding and battered?

“Answer me!”  He roared suddenly.  Christine jumped in fright.

“Yes Daddy.”  She said quickly, hoping to avoid his temper. 

“Good.  Next time I expect your answers promptly.”

“Yes Daddy.”  She said quietly, hating the very sound of the word coming out of her mouth. 

“Now, only naughty girls wet themselves, isn’t that right?”

“Yes Daddy.”  Afraid to disagree with the tyrant, Christine just wanted to get this terrible ordeal over. 

“And what happens to naughty girls?”  He asked. 

Christine wondered what he wanted to hear, “I don’t know sir.”  She said gingerly and immediately Mister White’s hand struck her exposed bottom firmly, his heavy hand leaving a clear red imprint on Christine’s pale and delicate skin.

“Ow!” she squealed.

“You will address me properly!”  He growled.

“Sorry Daddy, I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“Now, I will ask again:  what happens to naughty little girls?”  He asked again.

“I don’t know Daddy.”  She repeated, this time using the proper honorific.

“This happens,” and his open hand swung and struck her bottom again, and again.  “They get spanked on their naughty little bottoms.”  Christine cried out as Mister White lashed her soft white bottom with his varicose vein covered hand.  He quickly layered his blows from one side of her bottom to the other, causing her entire rear end to adopt a cheery red glow.  All the while poor Rubber knelt between the older man’s legs, her mouth working diligently on his ever hardening rod. 

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Even now her bottom still ached from the spanking.  Although no permanent marks had been left, nevertheless his hand had been hard and unremitting.  She ran her own hand over her diapered bottom, remembering the ache and heat that his savage belting had given her pristine alabaster bottom.

If only that had been all he’d given her to cry about.

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Mister White paused temporarily, “Now isn’t Miss Bum Bum nice and red?”  Christine looked over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of her newly thrashed bottom.  Mister White began running his hands over her supple flesh, “Hmmm, nice and soft,” he began kneading her already stinging buttocks.

“Please?”  She asked quietly.

“Please what?”  He snapped back.

“Please stop Daddy, I’ve had enough.”   In response he pushed her head back down over the chair and swung another half a dozen heavy blows into her.  Christine yelped in shock. 

“That’s another thing Lollie; I don’t want to ever hear you refer to yourself as ‘I’.  Around me you will only ever call yourself ‘Lollie’.  Is that clear?”  He reinforced his question with a final spank.

“Yes Daddy.”  She squirmed.

“Let me hear you say it.”  He told her.

“Yes Daddy, Lollie understands.” 

Christine sniffled as Mister White resumed kneading and massaging her bottom.  He pulled on the reddened flesh, mauling it in his firm hands and prising apart her bottom cheeks to expose her sphincter.  Then he paused, leant forward, and dropped a string of spit directly on the puckered muscle.  The saliva immediately reacted with the residue chilli that had remained as a consequence of her night in the cell and Christine cringed as she felt its renewed slow burn.

“Good Lollie,”  Mister White said soothingly, “Now Uncle Black told me that you got hurted last night, why don’t you tell Daddy all about it.” 

Christine swallowed back her pride and thought quickly:  submit, that’s all you can do, don’t provoke him, give him what he wants, and what he wants is for you to act like a child, do it now!  Submit or suffer!

“Unky Black,” she improvised, using the most infantile language she could imagine, “put something hot in my bottom.”  She explained slowly, hoping her response was adequate.

His hands roamed her buttocks as he corrected her again, “Not bottom, ‘Miss Bum Bum’ – now say it again.”

“Unky Black put something hot in Miss Bum Bum,” she repeated back. 

“And did it hurt little Lollie?”  He asked smoothly as he again parted her cheeks, his finger delicately brushing over the tightened muscle of her aching anus. 

“Yes Daddy, it hurt Lollie a lot,” she said carefully, dreading his every move and fearing his unspecified intentions. 

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She still felt the slow chilli burn – subsiding now – but still present.  Just another ache and pain to add to the litany of horrors she’d encountered.  As she sobbed and contemplated her possible futures she imagined a set of scales.  One side of the scale she weighed up her will to live, her desire to go on and maybe one day escape, be away from this place and try to resume some semblance of a normal life.  On the other side of the scale sat an ever increasing pile of weights, each representing a new hurt or torment inflicted on her:  the daily enemas, her forced catheterisation, the childish clothes, the chilli in her bottom, her night in the cell, the spanking from “Daddy”, Rubber forced onto the colossal dildo… and the worst of all.

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“Maybe Daddy should try and ease the pain a little,” he said as he dropped another line of spittle directly on her sphincter.  “Yes, does that feel better Lollie?”  He asked.

Christine shivered in fear, not knowing how to answer.  Of course it didn’t feel any better!  She’d almost been able to ignore the residual burn until he’d deposited his spit on her, now the slow burn had flared back to life with his crude attentions.  But she couldn’t possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing that, “Yes Daddy, it feels better,” she lied through clenched teeth.

His finger began lightly prodding the tightened muscle and spreading the spit about its surface.  She let the smallest whimper past her lips as he dipped his finger up to the first knuckle.  Her anus burnt terribly in fresh acidic pain!  His finger renewed every aspect of the fearsome anguish she’d endured throughout the night. 

Mister White pulled himself out of Rubber’s mouth, his aged penis rock hard and exhibiting every veined bend and kink throughout its short but thick length.  He pushed Rubber to one side and stepped in closer behind Christine’s bound form. 

“No!”  She screamed as she realised what was about to happen, “No!  Please, No!”  Her brain snapped as the full significance of his intent fell on her.  “Daddy, please don’t, I beg you!”  She screamed. 

Mister White, evil lust in his eyes, placed the head of his penis against the spit covered pucker of Christine’s bottom. 

“Beg me what Lollie?”  He asked kindly, still acting his part in spite of the terrible evil that he was about to inflict on the girl. 

Christine used her words carefully, “Please don’t hurt Miss Bum Bum anymore!  Daddy, please?”  She pled.

Her cries fell on deaf ears as Mister White rolled a condom down the length of his knobbly penis to protect himself from whatever remnants of the chilli were left in Christine’s bowels.  Her cries for mercy became more and more wretched as he fed the head of his latex coated cock into her burning anus. 

Christine screamed in agony as she felt herself split open.  Mister White’s penis was simply the fattest object ever to have entered her behind and to add to that anguish was the searing heat from the chilli.  She mewled in misery as Mister White sank the full length of his stubby cock into her suffering rectum. 

Only a day and a half ago Christine would never have even contemplated anal sex, it was something so distasteful in concept that even the mere thought of it caused her to recoil in horror.  With Mister White’s wrinkled cock in her burning arsehole she sank to the nadir of her desolation. 

Pain mingled in with humiliation as she screamed with pure suffering.  The thickness of the sadist’s prick was multiplied by the scorching burn from the chilli and the combination resulted in the most intense pain imaginable.  Adding to her burden was the extreme humiliation she felt, clad in an infantile polka dot dress with frilly panties, plastic pants and diaper around her ankles.  Together with the huge cock in her bottom she felt feeble, helpless and objectified. 

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As she remembered the feeling of Mister White’s twisted penis driving deeper and deeper into her shameful hole, Christine came to understand that she was no longer a person.  As far as these perverts were concerned she had no feelings and no thoughts.  She merely existed for their pleasure and amusement.  They didn’t see a young clever girl full of potential and vitality – they saw a human plaything, an object to use and abuse as they saw fit.  With this revelation she finally came to understand the sheer scale of her circumstances.  She couldn’t expect mercy, empathy or sympathy.  All she could expect from the future was suffering. 

She now knew she’d made a terrible mistake by making clear her disdain for anal penetration.  Clearly the masters had decided to hone in on that particular hatred of hers and there was very little she could do about it.  Misters Green, Black and White had all taken advantage of the one orifice in her body she felt the most ashamed of.  And she dreaded what Miss Red would do when she got the opportunity. 

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Mister White grunted and groaned as his cock sawed into and out of her inflamed and agony filled anus.  Every single tiny millimetre of her taut and burning sphincter screamed in the most excruciating pain as Mister White’s ancient and gnarled cock filled her bottom. 

Mister White on the other hand was enjoying every one of Christine’s squeals and screams.  In particular he enjoyed the marvellous feeling of Christine’s tight and almost-virgin anus clenching around his thick cock every time she hollered out in agony.  The girl may have hated every moment of her ordeal but her tightly clenched bottom imparted the most wonderful feeling of warmth and supple strength he could imagine. 

With an orgasm pending he imagined this strangely attractive tiny-titted strawberry blonde wearing a one piece pyjama outfit and hugging a teddy bear as his semen oozed out of her torn and bleeding rectum into her sopping diaper.  The vision finally drove him over the edge as he shot his thick and mucousy load into Christine’s tortured anus.

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She thought through all the terrible things she’d seen since her imprisonment:  School’s mince meat bottom and caned genitals; a sweat drenched Rubber and the agonising effects of her horrific boots; and possibly the worst of all, her glimpse of Pain’s clitoris and labia, rubbed red raw and purple.  Could she eventually imagine herself being similarly permanently affected.  How would she cope after several weeks here in this hell hole?  This thought led her on to imagining herself in two or three month’s time:  sitting in a corner wearing a ridiculously childish dress and soaked diaper, her anus distended and aching from repeated rapes.  Was that all she had to look forward to?

Christine cried louder again as all these thoughts and more surged through her mind. 

She imagined poor Rubber struggling in vain to keep her poor vagina off the ridiculously enormous dildo.  Christine wondered what would happen when she finally gave up the fight.  How long would it take for the poor girl’s weight to eventually overcome the pliant flesh between her legs?  The dildo was the size of a baby’s head!  Being forced onto that would be like giving birth, only in reverse! 

The horror simply overwhelmed her and she did the only thing that she could, she sobbed uncontrollably into her pillow.  She had to do something to make it all end.

“Lolita?”  Pain called from the doorway, “Are you all right?  You’ve been crying for ages.”  The blonde had stripped off her torture clothing, including the new shoes that she had been forced to hobble about in all day.

“No, it’s too horrible; I can’t take it any more!”  She wailed from her bed.  Pain sat down cautiously next to her. 

“Come on, its not all bad, at least you’re not in the cell tonight,” Pain said kindly. 

“No!”  Christine sat up, her bleary eyes running rivers of tears down her cheeks, “Poor Rubber!  It’s horrible what they’re doing to her, she’ll be permanently crippled!  That thing will kill her!  Why can’t we do something?”

“Hey, hey,” Pain repeated over and over again as she grasped Christine gently by the shoulders, “hey now, calm, deep breaths.  Calm down.  It’s okay… okay,  that’s it, breathe,”  Christine slowed her breathing, her hysteria unwinding back to mere misery, “Look Lolita, its not as bad as it seems, Miss Red likes to talk it up but in reality Rubber won’t really be hurt, well not permanently anyway.”

“But that thing’s so huge!”  Christine moaned.

“Yes, and Rubber’s spent the last three years walking around with a pair of rather big inflatables stuck up her.  It’s not like she’s unused to accommodating a bit down there.” 

“Pain, you can’t say that, that’s horrid!” 

“But it’s true.”  Pain said matter-of-factly, “And I’d be careful leaving your purse lying around, Rubber might sit on it and you’ll never see it again.”

Christine gasped at Pain’s supposedly mean-spirited words before quickly realising the girl was joking.   Christine punched Pain’s arm dismissively, “that’s not funny,”  she said still sniffling but with the hint of a smile on her face.

“Not if you lose your purse it’s not,” Pain kept on, Christine couldn’t help herself and she burst freely into laughter.  Pain’s joke, even though it was delivered in the worst of bad taste, was exactly the right thing to say to take Christine’s mind off the terrible ordeals she had encountered throughout the day.  Soon the two girls had even forgotten what they were laughing at, but continued laughing because the other seemingly couldn’t stop herself.  One would stop herself for a moment and attempt to reclaim some semblance of control only to look at the other and burst out laughing all over again.

“Come on; let’s get you out of that stuff.”  Pain sighed breathlessly after their laughter reluctantly subsumed.  Christine nodded and let Pain help her take off her frilly little-girl clothing. 

“So she’ll be alright then?”  Christine asked as Pain undid the big red satin bow around her waist.

“She should be, look I’m sure it will hurt plenty but its not the first time they’ve done something like this to her, and it won’t be the last.  I don’t envy her, but then again I didn’t envy you last night either, and I’m sure you won’t envy me next time it’s my turn.  It’s all par for the course, we all have to endure it, it’s just how we manage ourselves and our expectations that matters.”

Christine thought about Pain’s words, “I don’t get what you mean.”

“Well there are things we can change and things we can’t, right?  So, I don’t worry about the things I can’t change.  Like I’m not going to get out of here any time soon.  So I just focus on what I can control.  Like I know that if I refuse a suggestion they’ll find a way to make me do what they want, and they’ll make it nastier.  So I choose to do what they want.  That way it’s not so bad.  It might not seem like much, but at least I have some control.  It makes a big difference.”

“That just seems like giving in.”  Christine said suspiciously.

“Not really; and surely resisting is even worse, right?  Look at last night as an example.  You tried to avoid what they wanted you to do and so they just made it worse.  Case in point.”  Pain lifted the polka dot dress over Christine’s head leaving the girl in her frilled panties, diaper, shoes and socks. 

“You want me to get those?”  Pain pointed to Christine’s feet.  Remembering how she’d helped the blonde dress this morning she figured that now was as good an opportunity to have the favour repaid.

“Sure.”

Pain began unbuckling the patent leather shoes and kept on talking, “So you feeling any better now?” 

“Huh?”

“I mean after today, I’m guessing Mister White didn’t exactly want to play tiddly winks with you and Rubber downstairs.”

Christine shivered at the memory of Mister White’s stubby old cock buried in her burning bottom.  The burn from the chilli was still there, but well and truly less potent than it had been last night or this afternoon.  She guessed that much of the residue oil had been displaced by Mister White’s latex coated cock.  ‘Thank the lord for small mercies,’ she prayed to herself. 

“It was horrible,” Christine offered, “I’d rather not talk about it.  What about you and those new shoes?”

“Oh god they hurt!  It’s like walking on gravel all day, was I ever glad to get those fuckers off!”  Pain swore again and Christine winced. 

“Sorry, I have a bit of a sewer mouth,” the blonde blushed slightly.  “All done,” she pulled the last frilled sock off Christine’s foot.  “Where do you want these?”  She indicated the shoes.

“In the cupboard please.”  Christine answered.

“What the hell is this?”  Pain asked on opening the cupboard. 

“That is Master White’s idea of ‘appropriate clothing’ for tomorrow.”  And Christine explained how Mister White had hand picked her outfit after she’d been raped. 

“Shit.  He’s gone all out.” 

“It gets worse,” Christine added, “look there,” she pointed at the bloomers.  Pain picked them up and immediately felt the spot that Christine indicated how the two immobilising cuffs would effectively hamstring her.

“I don’t get it,” Pain said curiously. 

“Neither did I until he made me try them on.  That cuff goes here, right?”  She pointed at a point a couple of inches above her knee, “and that one goes here, below the knee, and that little strip stops me from straightening my leg.”

“Why –“Pain started to ask.

“It means I can’t stand up, I have to crawl.”

“Oh.”  Was all Pain could say.

A few minutes later she added, “Well that’s sure to stuff up your day.”

“Yeah,” Christine had already had several hours to get used to the concept.  “But no more than those shoes of yours.”  She replied in kind.

“Shut up!”  Pain feigned outrage and pushed Christine lightly on the breastbone.  Christine pushed mockingly back and suddenly push came to shove and soon the two fell to the ground laughing and wrestling.  The larger girl eventually pinioned Christine to the ground.

“Enough!”  Christine tapped out.

“Okay, okay.”  Pain laughed, and began to push herself up and off Christine.  As she did so her face came uncommonly close to Christine’s.  In a brief moment, Christine saw something in Pain’s eyes that she’d missed before… warmth and kindness… and something more.  Pain leant forward and kissed Christine’s surprised lips. 

In shock she kept her mouth closed, but she didn’t pull back either.  Moments later Pain quickly pulled away, obviously embarrassed. 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.  Look, I didn’t mean to okay…”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t say anything, I’ll just leave.”  A mortified Pain suggested.

“I think that would be a good idea.”  Christine said carefully.

The two stood several feet apart, Pain looking exceptionally sheepish and Christine feeling confused and not a little shocked. 

Suddenly a buzzer sounded throughout the room, “Curfew!”  Pain said quickly before retreating back to her own room.  Moments later the huge steel door to Christine’s room swung shut locking her in for the night.

Chapter 5

Two years earlier…

Christine’s back and bottom ached.  Why couldn’t they at least make the pews a bit more comfortable?  If she had spend every Sunday morning here the very least the Minister could get cushioning or something so the hard wooden benches weren’t so tough on her. 

“This morning I would like you to open your Bible to the book of Ezekiel. It is an Old Testament book, chapter 33.  And we are going to turn our attention now and give our undivided attention to the Word of God from Ezekiel.”

The Minister seemed a bit more animated and lively this morning, Christine thought, maybe she wouldn’t suffer the same old Sunday sermon.  She was tired of the formulaic exhalations to the Lord replete with his humble requests to forgive their sins and love them in-spite of their mortal faults.

“Ezekiel 33 beginning in verse one says:  ‘Again the word of the LORD came to me, saying, "Son of man, speak to the children of your people, and say to them:  ‘When I bring the sword upon a land, and the people of the land take a man from their territory and make him their watchman, when he sees the sword coming upon the land, if he blows the trumpet and warns the people, then whoever hears the sound of the trumpet and does not take warning, if the sword comes and takes him away, his blood shall be on his own head.’”

Christine began to drift off as the Minster began quoting some esoteric biblical passage at length.  So she looked about the little white chapel to see who had and hadn’t come to church.  Her Mother was taking the same opportunity, her white gloved hands neatly folded in her lap and her hawk-like eyes darting throughout the room.  But whereas her mother was looking to see who was tardy or absent so that she could share the news with her gossip circle, Christine looked about for her friends, or possibly even Brad, the hot senior in the year above her that she’d recently taken a fancy to.

“Nevertheless if you warn the wicked to turn from his way, and he does not turn from his way, he shall die in his iniquity; but you have delivered your soul.  "Therefore you, O son of man, say to the house of Israel:  ‘Thus you say, "If our transgressions and our sins lie upon us, and we pine away in them, how can we then live?"’  Say to them:  ‘As I live,’ says the Lord God, ‘I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but that the wicked turn from his way and live.  Turn, turn from your evil ways!  For why should you die, O house of Israel?’”

‘Gee, he’s really getting a head of steam up today,’ Christine thought.  She turned back toward the front of the church now that she’d spotted Kate and Jeannie.  Unfortunately she hadn’t spotted Brad.  Maybe he was right up the back?

“Today our land is being oppressed. Today our land is being attacked, not by an outside invader or an enemy that seeks to jump our borders and take over our cities, no.  But we are being raided by an enemy from within and this enemy desires to rip apart and tear us apart and tear at the moral fabric of our lives and of our people and of our land by changing and distorting the standard of God’s institution of marriage that he has given and seeking to normalize a perversity in its place.” 

A fleck of spittle scattered across the Minister’s middle-aged lips when he spat out the word, “perversity”.

“Now we must speak candidly and directly.  This effort is being led by those who hate God, by those who hate Scripture and by those who hate Christians.  The unashamed liberals and homosexual activists want to overturn our values and they want to influence our homes and our children and our lives by telling us that same sex marriages and same sex relationships are normal and an acceptable way of life.”

‘Same sex relationships,’ she thought, ‘disgusting!’  The entire concept went against everything that her Mother and Father had taught her from a very early age. 

“Friends, today we must wake up and realize that there is a war going on.  It is a war and a battle for the future of our country.  It is a battle over the future of our own lives and our families and our children and we must rise up and warn our people and fight this assault for the same of our future and our country.

“Today we must hear and see what God has said about the sin of homosexuality.  And what we, as God’s people, must affirm and fight for as his standard for human relationships, for marriage and for life as we know it.  This is not a time to be passive.  This is not a time to be sitting on the sidelines, comfortably sitting there doing nothing.”

Christine felt her own blood stir.  An electricity was building up inside the chapel, she saw her mother next to her nodding grimly.  Her father grunted in agreement with the Minister, and his was not the only voice of affirmation in the crowd.  The Minister had hit a cord amongst his parishioners. 

“And so homosexuality is a sin and it isn’t just a little benign sin. In the eyes of God it is called an abomination.  This is to say that like every other sin which is egregious in God’s eyes, when God says something is an abomination he is saying this, that it is truly repulsive to him, that it is absolutely gross, that it is abhorrent to him, that it is foul and detestable in his sight!  It is repugnant before him.”

The Minister’s flecked spittle shot from between his barred teeth, his fists clenched and he pounded the pulpit.  Christine herself wondered why anyone would ever want to offend God so terribly by being homosexual.  How could anyone so openly decide to spit in God’s face and call upon his wrath?  Surely they would burn in hell.

“And it is so deplorable before him that to the children of Israel he commanded instant death for the parties who engaged in something like this. 

“You don’t believe me?”  He asked, daring any one of the parishioners to challenge him, daring any closet liberal in the audience to try and defend the indefensible.  But he knew his audience and he knew that any house in the town not sporting a flag did have a ‘Support our Troops!’ sticker.  Every person in that spotlessly white wooden chapel knew exactly what and who he spoke of, and they imagined the liberals and the activists, and prayed that none of them would ever leave their enclaves in the big cities to sully their perfect little world. 

Christine felt the heady and virulent feeling in the room – it was palpable. 

“Well, here we begin to see the standard of God and how he feels about it.  Leviticus 19:2 says, ‘Speak to the children and the congregation of Israel and say to them, “You shall be holy for I am holy.”’  And then in chapter 20 he says this.  He says, “If a man lies with a male as he lies with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination. They shall surely be put to death.  Their blood shall be upon them.”  He repeated it in Leviticus 18 as well. He said, ‘You shall not lie with a male as with a woman. It is an abomination.’

“Now some people might say, ‘Well, come on, pastor. You know, that was then. This is now.’  Well, I’m here to tell you. God is the same yesterday, today and forever.  In fact, his moods do not swing and his values do not swing left or right like ours do. He says, ‘I am the Lord and I do not change.’  And within the chapter here as you look at Leviticus 18, even 19 and 20, God lists out all types of deviant sexual behaviours, sexual sins that he commands his people not to engage in, lest they defile their land. In fact, the bottom line reason is because if they carry on in these types of sins they defile the very land that they walk on, such as incest, adultery, fornication, bestiality, homosexuality as we already said. All of these, God says, are perversions and they defile the land.”

‘The fornicators’, she thought, ‘sick, perverse, sleeping with animals or their sisters or brothers.  Homosexuals were the same.  An outrage.  Disgusting.’

“But the sin of homosexuality is not only considered and called an abomination in Scripture, it is also wickedness.  Turn over to Genesis 19.  The book of Genesis in chapter 19, we have an account of an entire city that was destroyed, Sodom and Gomorrah as you might know, being destroyed by God for a particular sin of homosexuality.  Genesis 19:1 begins by saying that God had sent two angels to Sodom in the evening. “And Lot was sitting at the gate of Sodom.” 

“Lot, being the nephew of Abraham. He was living in Sodom.  When Lot saw them, he rose to meet them, and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground. And he said, ‘Here now, my lords, please turn in to your servant’s house and spend the night, and wash your feet; then you may rise early and go on your way.’  And they said, ‘No, but we will spend the night in the open square.’  But he insisted strongly; and you will pick up why.

“Now before they lay down, the men of the city, the men of Sodom, both old and young, all the people from every quarter, surrounded the house. And they called to Lot and said to him, ‘Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us that we may know them carnally.’”

“No!”  Her father shouted with several other parishioners.  Christine looked toward her father to see the slow burn of outrage and hatred in his eyes. 

“Yes!”  The Minister answered, “it’s all in your bible.  The Lord speaks clearly through scripture.”  He answered them before continuing, “And then Lot went out to them through the doorway, shut the door behind him, and said, ‘Please, my brethren, do not do so wickedly!’  Do not act wickedly.  Do not do this wicked thing.

“You see, the Bible sees homosexual behaviour, first and foremost, as a wicked perversion of sex, sex that God has given us between a man and a woman.”

Murmurs of agreement.  Her mother nodding again. 

“And in traditional marriage this is a beautiful thing.  But when it gets perverted it is an abomination. It is a wickedness before God.  For a male to have sexual relations with another male or a female to have that kind of relationship with another female is a wicked thing before the Lord.”

And for the first time Christine realised that homosexuality applied to either sex.  She’d been so fixated on the language of the bible and ‘not laying down with a man as you would with a woman’.  The realisation was kind of strange.  She knew that men could be homosexuals. 

Homosexuality had been the ultimate crime for boys at school.  “Backs to the wall, John’s on the crawl!”  She’d seen a whole class of boys turn on the quiet and delicate looking white boy from New York.  John spent more time in the library than on the track and had no obvious interest in football.  The assumption had been made was that he was queer. 

“Bum’s to the ceiling, Jack’s got that feeling!”  The boys would all laugh. 

He’d left school in a matter of months, but not before he’d been made a pariah both at school and in town.  Even the town’s adults had talked in hushed tones about the gangly, odd looking boy.

Christine had taken part in any number of conversations about the apparent queer in their ranks.  Her girlfriends, particularly Jeannie who had a fascination with all things scandalous and carnal, were all convinced that the effeminate looking John was a “taker”.  There had been plenty of discussion about his supposed habits, with particular effort aimed at disgusting each other with ever-increasing descriptions of John’s supposedly perverse proclivities.

Sometimes those conversations had naturally led into a broader discussion about anal sex.  That was a topic on which Christine held very strong views and woe betide any girl who suggested she might be curious or even possibly fancy such an experiment.  Christine knew an anus was for things to go out, not in.  Anyone who disagreed was a slut and a harlot and few girls would ever dare challenge the popular Christine on this point.

But women with other women?  Why?  Christine asked herself.  What was the point?  She could kind of understand men with men, they had their things which they could use in other holes other than a vagina (which was disgusting and against God), but she could at least see the attraction.  Men’s things were for putting in places.  But what would women do with other women?

Christine, even at this delicate age, was not immune to the attentions of boys and men, she’d been to third base a few times with different guys and was probably only waiting on the right guy before she went all the way.  So she understood the mechanics of sex, but what on earth could possibly happen between two women.

“Now one thing we must be clear about, aside from all the rhetoric that we hear today about love and commitment and fidelity that homosexual partners want to have and they tell us that that’s really what it is all about.  At the root of all homosexuality is the carnal desire to carry on this deviant form of sex with one another.  I know that is pretty explicit, but that is what it is all about.  And why is it deviant?  Because it is unnatural, unnatural!  It is contrary to nature and it is contrary to how God made us and how we function as human beings.”

Unnatural?  Christine tried to imagine what unnatural acts might happen where two women were involved.  The anal sex side of things with men she could clearly count as wrong, anal sex was against god!  But…

She put the thought to one side and listened on to the sermon that was beginning to reach its crescendo.

“This is an unnatural thing.  It is a perversion of his creative design and his purpose and his intent.  We don’t have the authority to change this.  We don’t have the right to dispute this just because we like and because we want to.  But you and I know that there are many in our society who really don’t care and give a rip about what God says or what he, you know, has declared in his Word.  In fact, that is another battle going on today in our society, right?  Get rid of the book, get rid of the Bible and you get rid of the very premise and basis for our belief.” 

Christine shook her head, along with so many other people in the room.

“And now let us pray:  Father, we know this is a difficult subject and it has been hard to have to put this on the table and realize, Lord, that this is what is going on.  It is like that old adage. It is like the pink elephant that walks in the room.  Nobody wants to talk about it, but somebody has to talk about it.  And, Lord, as watchmen we need to talk about it and we need to warn our country, our families, our nation that your will, your desire is your Word.  You have forever spoken and your Word is truth.  And so, Lord, help us to uphold the banner of truth. Help us to uphold the banner of righteousness. Help us, Lord, to seek and save the lost who are repenting and that you are drawing out of this world that is like the Titanic that is going down. 

“Lord, we ask you for that grace upon each of our lives today and every day in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

Christine’s mother nodded at the appropriateness of the prayer and her father said Amen just a little too loudly as did several other parishioners.  Christine herself said amen with more conviction than she had in many many months at church.  She almost felt God’s approval as she denounced the evil and immoral act of homosexuality with those tiny two syllables.

Amen.

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Christine sat bolt upright in bed and screamed.  Sweat sheeted off her body and her single thin sheet was twisted up between her thighs. 

Pain had kissed her.  And if she was honest with herself she had liked it!  It was unthinkable!

She wasn’t homosexual!  She’d had boyfriends!  Particularly Brad who’d taken her virginity clumsily in the back of his father’s car. 

So why had Pain tried to kiss her?  It was unthinkable.  It was wrong!  It was unnatural, repulsive, gross, foul and abhorrent! 

I’m not homosexual!  I am not a lesbian!  She wailed in her own mind.

‘Okay.  Okay.  Okay.  Calm down.’  She deliberately slowed her breathing trying desperately to sooth her thoughts and attempt to think rationally. 

‘You’re not a lesbian just because Pain tried to kiss you.  She is.  She’s the one that’s sick.  You don’t have to worry about it.  Your soul is safe.’

‘But you liked it, didn’t you? ‘

‘No!  No, I didn’t!  It was wrong and repulsive and unnatural!  She pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

‘I didn’t like it.  And I would never.  It’s foul and wrong and abhorrent before God.  I am not a homosexual.  Just Pain.  It’s her that’s ill and will go to hell.  Not me.’

‘Not me…

‘Your only friend in this terrible place and you’re going to cast her aside?’

‘If I have to!  It’s wrong.  She’s wrong.  My soul is more important.

‘My soul is more important…’

---

Dawn arrived slowly.  Christine had been afraid to go back to sleep, afraid to confront her dreams and memories.  Afraid that her mother, father, Minister and friends would confront her, surround her, point at her, call her names, cast her out and chase her from her rightful home. 

“Go on!  Get the little lezzie!”  Her overly active imagination dreaded. 

With thoughts like these going through her mind Christine knew better than to go back to bed and allow her imagination to continue crafting its imaginings into a hideous nightmare from which she wouldn’t escape.  So she stayed awake and was eventually very glad to see the sun’s first rays reach up over the horizon and paint the sky red and yellow through some dark and pregnant clouds.  It would be a wet and stormy day outside.

Minutes later Sophie came over the radio bud she had in her ear.  “Girls, I don’t want you to get upset, but there will be a small delay this morning before you are released from your rooms.  It’s to do with Rubber.  Please hold on, I’ll tell you why as soon as I can.”

Christine thought for a moment or two.  Rubber!  With everything else that had been going through her mind she’d forgotten that Rubber had been left dangling above the enormous latex dildo.  What had happened?  Was she alright? 

‘Oh my god, is she dead?’

A thousand questions flew through her mind with a hundred visions of what might be happening – each more gory and unthinkable than the previous. 

It seemed like an hour later had passed before Sophie returned, but in fact it had only been five minutes, “Okay – first, Rubber has been hurt, but it’s okay!  Its okay, she’ll be alright.  Mister Green has her on a stretcher and she’s been taken to the infirmary – “

Sophie’s voice disappeared momentarily, then, “School has asked whether you will be able to see her.  The answer to that is not right now.  I’m guessing she’ll be in surgery for a while, and then after that – I don’t know.  She’s been hurt a bit; she was bleeding, but conscious.  I’m sure she’ll be okay, so don’t worry too much about her.”

Christine heard herself speak up toward the microphones in the roof, “If she’s in the infirmary I’ll see her when I go to get my tube replaced.”

Sophie passed the information back to the other two girls.  “School says thank you.  She’s quite upset, can the two of you” – Christine realised Sophie meant Pain and her.  How uncomfortable.  “–keep an eye on her please?  I’m a bit worried.”

Christine nodded even though she felt emotionally and physically divorced from her situation.  It was as though someone else were talking and thinking.  Objectively things were even worse now than they had been yesterday and yet she felt nothing right at this moment.  It was as though she’d stepped out of her body and was watching someone else act her part. 

“They’ve gone.  Rubber’s on her way downstairs.”  Sophie advised, “Your doors will open in a moment.”

Christine sat on the edge of her bed waiting quietly.

The door opened and she stood in her squelching diaper.  She immediately walked to the table and recovered the key the masters had left that would free her from her plastic pants and their fouled contents.  She saw School step out, red eyed and fresh from crying.  For the first time while she’d been here she saw School clearly out of sorts.  The fiery red head usually led with her chin, the visage of a super model on her face in spite of her circumstances.  Now she looked scared, mousey and not a little vulnerable.  Christine – or the automaton that was currently operating Christine – saw and registered School’s situation.  She should go to her. 

‘No you shouldn’t.  She’s a homosexual, like all the others.  They will all burn in hell.’  The Minister’s voice told her.

She turned and saw Pain emerging sheepishly from her room.  The plump blonde looked immediately to Christine, looking for something, some recognition, anything.  But whatever it was that Pain was looking for wasn’t there – Christine’s eyes were empty.  So Pain averted her gaze and instead tottered over to School whom she hugged and comforted.

Christine looked at the two distressed girls and then at the key in her hand and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her

---

She didn’t say a word to either Pain or School before the inspection.  Pain passed her on the way to the bathroom but dared not even try and make eye contact.  Perhaps she realised the magnitude of her crime.

Neither did School say a word.  She sat silently at the breakfast table nursing the same spoonful of cereal for the entire time that Christine fixed herself a Spartan meal.  School’s red and puffy eyes looked through the wall, contemplating some invisible object half a mile distant.  Christine didn’t interrupt the girl’s reverie.  She didn’t know what to say, and even if she did know what to say, she would have chosen not to.

‘Tell her she’s repulsive in the eyes of God!”  The Minister’s voice demanded, his foaming spittle spraying across the pulpit. 

Christine ate her toast and fruit and considered School’s deflated form carefully.  She remembered the morning that School had been seized up for her strapping.  Even then she’d walked proudly to the table to take her punishment.  She remembered School berating her for failing to submit to the masters and for causing Pain’s terrible ordeal at the hands of Mister Green. 

That School was gone and in its place was the broken, sullen girl before her.  Why?  Did she truly care so much for Rubber?  Christine put the thought to one side to consider later.  She had to get dressed.

---

The worst part was the perspective.  Everyone looked very much taller, even Pain at her mere five and a bit feet tall looked like an Amazon when you were on your hands and knees.  Christine could even see the underside of the common room table.

She sat on the ground in her doorway, her legs gathered up beneath her in her new blue romper with the red piping.  She should have felt humiliated in the clothing she wore, but she still felt as though someone else were living her life for her.  The distance she felt from herself was odd.  Fluffy.  Almost like her brain were filled with cotton.  Shock, her brain told her.  Probably shock.  That would explain it.  All the things you’ve suffered, and now with what’s happened to Rubber…

It was Mister Black who appeared for the morning inspection.  He wore a white linen suit which contrasted sharply with his Mephistopheles-styled facial hair.  He grinned evilly as he approached School in her yellow and blue cheerleader outfit. 

He looked closely over School, firstly at her attire, and then he noticed what was obvious to everyone else. 

“Upset?”  He asked casually.

“Master?”  She asked evasively.

“You’re upset.”  He stated matter-of-factly, “Afraid the same might happen to you girly?”  Mister Black asked, completely missing the real motivation for School’s emotions.

School, although bereft and upset, was clever enough to take advantage of Mister Black’s mistake, “Yes Master,” She replied quietly. 

“Her cunt’s split.  You know that?  Torn up by that monster cock.  We found her slumped over it bleeding like a stuck pig.”  He pulled up School’s little blue and yellow skirt and thrust his hand down the front of School’s blue lycra sports briefs.  “Sunk almost all the way to the bottom of that thing she did.  You know how big it was?”  School shook her head, “Well that’s three fingers right now slut, and by the way your squirming I’d guess that’s a little uncomfortable for you right?” 

“Yes Sir,” she simpered.

“That’s four now and unless my math has slipped, that’s about a tenth of the size of the cock Rubber had up her.  My fingers are about an inch and a half all the way around when they’re shoved all the way up that filthy little fuck hole of yours, and that cock she had in her snatch was about fifteen inches in circumference.  So imagine what I’m doing now and multiply that by ten.  Think you could stand it slut?”

“No sir,” she begged.

“Ha!”  He laughed and pulled his hand out from between her legs.  He cast one last dismissive eye over her and then moved down the line to Pain. 

Mister Black had in previous encounters shown he had a particular antipathy toward the girl dressed all in white.  This was even more obvious at this moment as a look of sheer disgust covered his face as he stood square to her. 

“Morning fatty.”

“Good morning sir.”  Pain said correctly, careful to not invoke any more reaction from him than necessary. 

“What about you.  You upset that the Rubber slut’s hole is split and ruined?”

“Sir?”  She said taken off guard at the brutality of the question. 

“It’s a simple question piggy.  Are you upset for the rubber bitch?  Or do you want a big man’s cock in you to do the same:  stretching and filling you?”

“No sir.”  She answered quickly.

“Ha!  Trick question piggy!  No man would stick his cock in a fatty like you, particularly a man with a big generous cock.  You couldn’t even put a bag on your head, they’d see your fat gut and butt and go soft!  No self respecting man could stick his cock in this big fat cunt,”  Mister Black’s hand shot between Pain’s legs – the girl immediately gasped as his hand mashed the torturous gusset of her spiked and bristled panties into the perpetually pulverized flesh between her legs. 

“Look at her gush!”  Mister Black indicated to the two other girls, “I give her the smallest of friendly caresses and she turns to goo!  Fat bitches are all the same, show them any sign of affection and they’re all over you.  Get off me.”  Much to Pain’s relief he removed his hand from her crotch.

Christine kept her eyes away from the encounter.  Even after the events of yesterday evening she couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for Pain.  The agony being visited on her was one thing, but the names and humiliation were something again.  Pain wasn’t ‘fat’ by any stretch of the imagination.  She could probably do with losing a few kilos off her thighs and bottom, but ultimately she was a superficially pretty girl. 

‘Too bad she’s a repugnant deviant’, her small-town Minister screamed at her from the pulpit in her mind

“Open your pants piggy,” He ordered sharply.  “Come on, hurry up, let me see that big fat pussy of yours.”  Pain slowly unzipped her panties.

“Spread your legs and show me that plump cunt,” Pain shifted her feet wide, wincing in response as her new shoes dug their sharp protrusions into the soles of her feet and toes.  Christine, who had momentarily caught a glimpse of Pain’s damaged genitals previously couldn’t help but look on as Pain spread her labia apart to display herself to Mister Black.  It was like passing a fatal car accident.  You knew the sight would be gruesome, nevertheless curiosity demanded you look.

From her vantage on the ground things didn’t quite look so bad as Christine seemed to remember.  Maybe her imagination had embellished her memories but the soft folds of Pain’s skin merely looked red and irritated not the brutal shades of scarlet and crimson raw flesh that Christine remembered.  Quickly she realised that she was staring at a woman’s crotch, and with recent events forefront her mind she quickly turned away, chastising herself for looking.

“Play with yourself fatty.  I want to see those chubby little fingers in that podgy hole of yours.”  Christine kept her eyes averted from the spectacle. 

As Pain plied her clitoris and hole with her fingers, meanwhile Mister Black moved down the line to Christine.  He looked down on the puddle of frills, bonnets and booties on the ground before him. 

“What name did we give you?”  He asked coldly. 

Christine pulled the plastic pacifier out of her mouth to answer, “Lolita, Master.” 

“Not Baby?”

“No Master.”

“And so?”

“So what?”  She asked in a confused state.

“Do you care to explain what it is that you’re wearing?”  He asked grumpily. 

“Master Whi–” she paused and immediately corrected herself, “Daddy chose this outfit for me Master.” 

“I see.” 

He walked away from her.

“Well it’s not to my taste, but then I’ve got Piggy and this other slut to keep me amused.”  He moved back to the centre of the room and checked to make sure Pain was still playing with herself.  Pain was anxiously trying her best not to displease the sadist, and had three of her fingers shoved well and truly into her vagina with her thumb flicking along the top of her reddened clit. 

“You look like you’re enjoying that piggy.  Maybe it’s time for a treatment?”

“Sir, please no sir.”  She said quietly. 

“Yes, I think it is.  I detect a hint of dew on your fingers, a wet slut means a happy slut, and what’s the one thing that you aren’t supposed to be piggy?”

“Happy sir.”  She gulped. 

“Right.  So, downstairs and into the chair.  You!”  He pointed at School.  “There’s a blackboard downstairs, you’ve got lines to do.”

“Yes sir.”  School said reticently. 

“And you,” he looked down at Christine, “You’re doing the chores.”

“Sir?”  She asked quietly.

“What?”  He barked back.

“Sorry sir, but I surely can’t do all the chores by myself, particularly when I can’t walk.”  She attempted – stupidly – to reason with him.

“That is not my problem Lolita.  You will do the chores, all of them, on this floor and below, and if they are not done by the appointed time I will personally ream out your arse hole like never before.  Do I make myself clear?”

Christine gulped.

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The screams started soon after the two other girls had been ushered down the stairs to the playroom.  They were Pain’s screams.  Christine shuddered each time she heard one, trying to remind herself that Pain deserved everything she got for being a filthy fornicator.  But it was hard to maintain such a remote and callous attitude toward someone that she knew, even if she was critical of Pain’s personal morals.

Christine was herself struggling with her tasks.  It was near impossible to sweep and mop properly when your only mode of movement was crawling.  She couldn’t get a proper angle on the broom or mop, and it took her forever to move about the floor.  But with Mister Black’s threat hanging over her she worked like a demon.  By the time she’d cleaned the bathroom, made up each of the girl’s bedrooms and cleaned the common room she was only just running on schedule. 

Negotiating the stairs was another struggle.  She made her way slowly down the stairs head first, her knees and palms of her hands aching from all the crawling she’d had to do.  When she reached the playroom, it took her a few moments to observe what was going on. 

In one corner of the room stood a large blackboard with School standing in front of it scrawling lines.  Two-thirds of the blackboard was covered in her tiny spidery script.  Each line repeating the same phrase over and over again:  “I will keep on writing lines unti l I beg to have my cunt caned.

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned.” 

School held her writing wrist with her left hand to provide additional support.  From time to time she’d shake out her cramped hand trying to give some relief to the bunched up muscles. 

Pain on the other hand was strapped into the enormous hardwood chair in the middle of the room sporting the octagonal hole cut into its seat.  She’d been stripped of her panties and bra and strapped down firmly to the chair.  From her forehead, which was held back by a single strap to the headrest, to her ankles which were securely fastened to each of the two leg rests spreading out from the chair at 45 degree angles, her entire body was immobilised against the chair. 

Mister Black sat on his haunches between Pain’s legs, his attention clearly taken up with the girl’s genitals.  Christine couldn’t tell what he was doing until she got closer.  Whatever it was however, was causing Pain unbearable pain.  Her screams were on a par with when Mister Green had tightened her bra. 

Christine collected her broom from the utility cupboard and commenced sweeping.  When she approached the heavy wooden chair she couldn’t help but take a closer look at what Mister Black was up to.  First, Mister Black had clamped each of Pain’s outer labia so that he could manipulate them at will.  The two clamps were fierce clover clamps, designed to clamp down all the harder should a person pull upon them.  In one hand he pulled on one of the clamps exposing the full length of Pain’s outer labia, and with his other hand he was scraping a finely toothed round file hard along the inner and outer surfaces of her labia.  Systematically he was making his way from one edge, across its surface and then onto the even softer tissue of her inner labia.  He’d already finished with her right-hand labia majora and it hung down due to the weight of the clamp.  Consequently Christine could effectively see a before and after shot of Mister’s Black’s work. 

The left lip, which he had only just started on, was merely red and irritated as Christine had seen upstairs earlier, but the right lip, where he had finished his evil work, was an evil pulsing and purplish crimson.  Working carefully he’d succeeded in removing all but the last few protective layers of Pain’s skin from her genitals.  Christine wondered what that could possibly feel like for Pain and she imagined those times when she’d removed layers of skin from various parts of her own anatomy.  Especially the extreme sensitivity that she’d encountered.  Hot and cold became far more pronounced, with the seemingly most mild of temperatures suddenly giving you great discomfort.  And of course any injury would be felt all the more acutely.

Christine forgot all about Pain’s supposed transgressions as she realised that his horrific treatment, together with the impact of her underwear, would cause the most insidious and inescapable pain imaginable. 

Christine quickly moved on, pushing her broom awkwardly across the room.  With each rasp of the file across her flesh Pain screamed terribly as another faint layer of skin was removed from her already sensitive genitals.  Slowly the sadist worked the file back and forth over the increasingly tenderised flesh, occasionally blowing flecks of abraded skin away from his target sites resulting in more despondent moans from his victim.  No corner of her genitals was spared, the little round file ground away over ever millimetre of her flesh.  When he finished on her outer labia he moved on to the inner, eliciting even more terrible screams and moans from the poor blonde girl.  But the worst was yet to come as the file sank into the end of her vaginal tract, ensuring that the very edge of her womanly channel was ground red raw and almost bloody.  Christine shivered as she imagined what it might feel like to have an object, any object whether smooth or otherwise, enter her hole after it had received such ghastly treatment.  The sensations would be truly horrific.

Pain’s clitoris received the same treatment, its delicate surface scuffed up and removed by Mister Black’s expert wielding of the file.  Christine was polishing the enormous Saint Andrew’s cross directly opposite Pain when Mister Black started his next phase.  Finished with her tortured labia and vaginal hole, Mister Black began anew, this time on Pain’s delicate anus. 

The piercing screams made it very difficult for Christine to concentrate.  She looked across to see Pain’s head, strapped to the chair, her eyes clenched closed with a stream of tears oozing out from between her saturated eyelids.  Her mouth held open in a tortured wail and her face entirely contorted by the horrific pain being visited on her by the file.  The file gradually slivered the delicate folds of skin away from her pucker, and then commenced abrading the innermost muscular ring of her bottom.  Pain’s screams were now continuous, and her voice was going hoarse. 

Finally Mister Black stood to his feet nodding in appreciation at his sterling work.  For the next couple of weeks every breeze on Pain’s naked holes would feel like a razor, a brush against the bristles in her pants would feel like knives slicing through her flesh.  Any touch of flesh on the affected area would feel like molten lava and with every beat of her heart she would feel the pulse of her blood through the abraded membranes in her pussy and arse. 

“I don’t like it when fat cunts feel pleasure,” he told her unnecessarily as her screams lapsed into sobs, “Your fuck hole is for pain and pain only.  And your filthy rectum isn’t even good enough for my sperm.”  He released one of her hands from its restraint.  “Let’s see you juice up now you tubby slut, huh?” 

“No, please sir, please, please,” she begged miserably. 

“Get those fat fingers in that fucking hole or I’ll fetch a special vibrator for you, one with some very special features.”  Pain gulped at his threat and her hand slowly descended. 

“Please, please, please, please,”  she muttered over and over to herself, and Christine’s heart went out to the poor girl.  It didn’t matter that she was a fornicator, she was still a person.  And who was not to say that she hadn’t been driven to her sins as a consequence of her barbaric treatment at the hands of the masters.

Her hand finally rested over her crotch, but she didn’t touch it, “Please Master Black, please, I can already feel the heat of my hand and I’m not even touching myself, please, for the love of god have some mercy, you’ve never taken it this far before, I hurt so much!”  She wailed.

“If that fat fucking hand isn’t making a very special effort to fuck your fat cunt in the next few seconds Pain, I will carry out my threat.  The mark two maybe?”

“No!  Not that, please sir, you don’t understand!  Maybe I can do something else, anything else, please don’t make me touch myself!”

“You can do something else, you can take a mark two, five, four,”  He began walking to the cupboard, “three, two,”

“Okay, okay,” she relented.  Slowly she lay one of her fingers on the newly grazed and raw flesh.  Christine couldn’t help but look on as Pain began sobbing even deeper the moment her singular finger touched her crimson slit.  She moved her finger tentatively, slowly and timidly, and with each minute movement she cried and sobbed ever deeper. 

“More.”  Mister Black demanded.  A second finger joined the first, and with increasingly frantic squeals, Pain parted her scoured inner labia, sucking in humongous breaths in an effort to control herself and sank her two fingers into her tortured hole.  Christine watched on with morbid curiosity as the tent in Mister Black’s pants grew ever larger at the sight of Pain invasively thrusting her fingers into her practically skinless hole.  Every moment must have been absolute agony for the poor girl, and her never-ending cascade of tears gave proof to the unbelievable pain she must currently feel.

“Now the other hole.”  Mister Black said evilly.

Pain’s hand pulled slowly, ever so slowly out of her vagina, and her finger dropped slowly to her bottom. 

“Good, you see slut, not a drop of moisture on that finger, that’s what we like, not an ounce of pleasure to be gained from touching yourself now, only pain.  Isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir,” she agreed in misery. 

“And the added bonus, of course, is that your chubby little finger there, the one that you’re about to shove in that sore and near-skinned shitter of yours, hasn’t an ounce of lube on it.  Now get it in your arsehole, now!”  Mister Black demanded, “And then I can get started on your breasts…”  He promised as he displayed a piece of medium grade sandpaper.

From the first scream that had come from Pain as Mister Black had clamped her labia, to the last scream when he restored her punishment bra to her, complete with a pair of red angry breasts rubbed raw with sandpaper, School kept on writing neatly on her blackboard:  “I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned. 

“I will keep on writing lines until I beg to have my cunt caned.”

Chapter 6

A high pitched squeal, like fingernails down a blackboard, echoed throughout the playroom as Mr Black dragged a large covered object across the tiled floor.  Pain, School and Christine all flinched at the horrible sound and guessed at what lay beneath its covering sheet.

Pain had just finished extracting herself from the heavy restraint laden chair where she had suffered Mr Black’s ministrations with the rasp file and sandpaper.  School continued to write her lines, with one wary eye on the dark haired pervert.  For her part, Christine was trying to clean the playroom as best she could in spite of the physical restrictions imposed on her by her bloomers. 

Mister Black stood back, satisfied after manoeuvring the heavy screeching object to next to the wooden chair.  He looked directly across the room to where Christine knelt cleaning.

“Finished?”  He asked in the full knowledge that she had not, and indeed could never have completed the gargantuan cleaning task by herself and with her legs effectively hobbled.

“No Master.”  Christine muttered in defeat.

Mr Black stalked her, slowly drawing closer, “What did I say to you this morning?”

Christine unconsciously began drawing back from his approach and scrabbled back into a corner of the room next to the towering Saint Andrews Cross she had been attempting to polish, “That I had to clean both floors.”

“And?”  He loomed over her.

“And that you’d… you’d…” she stuttered unable to give voice to the threat he’d issued in the morning.

Mr Black bent over the cowering girl and yanked down her bloomers with forceful violence.  Christine quivered in the corner and put her hands up to her head to protect herself from potential violence.

“I told you that I’d ream out your arsehole as you’d never been fucked before, didn’t I?”  His hard and rough hands unsnapped the pin holding on her cloth diaper, Christine’s hands weakly tried to bat away his efforts to disrobe her, but he shrugged her off with ease.  His next movement tore the cloth diaper viciously out from between her legs.  Christine twisted about, trying to escape him and pushed herself into the corner as deeply as she could. 

However she was surprised when he retreated, content to leave her wedged into the corner, her knees drawn up before her, her arms protecting her head.

“Well I keep my promises, but you see I have a small problem.”

Christine’s arms shrank back from her head and descended to cover her now exposed private parts. 

He scanned the room.  School stood in her cheerleader outfit, her lines suspended as she watched events across the playroom unfold.  At the other extreme corner of the room Pain cowered in her white spike and bristle filled leather and latex suit.  Her eye lashes clumped together where salt tears had dried after her ordeal on the chair, and to alleviate the agonising impact of her torturous high heels, she knelt. 

Mister Black stepped back from his brutal disrobing of Christine and opened his stance so that he faced Pain and Christine equally.  Christine, half naked, her bonnet in disarray and her bloomers about her knees swallowed with apprehension.

“My problem sluts, is that I only have one rock hard cock,” he unzipped his fly to reveal a long hard penis.  Uncircumcised, it looked like an evil worm.  “And I desperately want to test out your newly improved holes,” he winked at Pain whose eyes bulged at the thought. 

“So I have a solution,” he whipped the cover of the heavy object off with a flourish.

The covers removal revealed a rocking horse:  a white horse suspended in a swing stand, not on traditional rocking chair style rockers.  The horse sported a gaudy golden bridle, pink reins and purple stirrups.  At the back of the saddle emerged a cushioned seat fashioned in the shape of a huge purple love heart.  But it was the pink saddle that really drew the eye, particularly its confrontingly purple – and strangely lifelike – cock that emerged from a hole in the saddle.  The purple cock sat atop a simple mechanism that Mister Black demonstrated by pushing the horse:  as it swung back and forward and the dildo pistoned up and down. 

“Made from a cast of the real thing,” he contrasted the greyish appendage dangling out his fly with the purple replica on the horse, “Two-thirds to scale, but it should be enough to satisfy a randy little girl like you,” he raised his eyebrow and tilted his head in query to Christine, “How about it Lolita, you want to climb on that lovely little copy of my shlong and go for a widdle hawsey ride?” He asked in mock childish tones, “meanwhile I see just how loud piggy can squeal…” he grinned malevolently at Pain who swallowed fearfully in expectation of the potential ordeal confronting her.

“Alternatively, Pain can take your place on the horse and I’ll come over there and rape you with the real full-sized thing.  Your choice.”  He stood expectantly next to the rocking horse while Christine sat in the corner weighing up her terrible options.

Unexpectedly Mr Black turned on School, “Have you stopped?  Did you want to ask me something?  Do I need to get my cane?”

“No Sir!”  She quickly chirped before rapidly completing her unfinished line:  “..lines until I beg to have my cunt caned.”

“What’s it to be?”  He barked at Christine and grinned as the imitation girl child started crawling toward the horse.

“Wonderful!”  He clapped his hands together, “Get the fuck over here you fat-arsed slut, I’m going to grind your holes to mash!”  He pointed from Pain back to the heavy chair.  In spite of the fearful and almost incredulous look on her face Pain knew better than to disobey.  Slowly she rose from her knees onto her tortured feet and slowly hobbled toward the imposing chair.  The firm nodules within the soles and toes of her shoes ground into the soft flesh of her feet as she tottered across the floor.

Meanwhile Christine reached the garishly painted rocking horse.  She shuddered as she gazed at the long purple latex cock emerging from the saddle.  Slowly she pulled her bloomers the rest of the way down her legs and over her booties before clambering onto the horse.  It swung back and forward as she swung her legs over the saddle, the purple cock now digging into the small of her back as she put her bootied feet in the purple stirrups. 

While Christine arranged herself on the horse, Pain swung herself around on the hardwood chair and “assumed the position”, as Mister Black had demanded.  This saw Pain kneel on the chair with her upper half bent over the back of the chair in much the same position that Christine had assumed when Mister White had raped her chilli seared anus.

Mister Black stroked his already engorged cock as he watched Pain pull down the zipper of her skin tight punishment panties to reveal the reddened, bristle scoured and spike assailed flesh of her vagina.  Simultaneously he switched his gaze back and forth between the tortured blonde in front of him and Christine’s hesitant manoeuvrers on the rocking horse. 

Her feet in the stirrups, Christine looked over her shoulder to her tormentor who nodded impatiently at the purple cock.  Christine swallowed her pride and stood in the stirrups.  She pushed her hips back slightly till the phallus brushed against her womanhood. 

She felt a sense of abject shame as she contemplated what she was about to do to herself.  Dressed (mostly) in her infantile clothing, a dribble of urine trickling down her thigh, calf and finally into her fleecy baby booties, she let the purple facsimile of Mr Black’s dick touch her hole.  She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the sinking feeling of indignity in her gut.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?”  Mister Black stepped quickly next to the horse and slapped Christine’s face sharply.

She immediately pulled herself away from the purple dick and threw a look of indignation and shock at her oppressor, “What did I do?”  She asked in a hurt but meek fashion.

“What fucking hole do you think that’s going in?”  He pointed to the wobbly fake cock that Christine had been about to lower herself onto. 

“Umm…” her stomach sank even further.

“I thought we’d made it abundantly clear Lolita.  The only fuck hole in your body we’re concerned with is your delicate little arsehole.”  His hand grabbed her about the jaw, thumb and forefinger digging into her cheeks and he thundered at her, “At what point did you think I would want to see you rub your little girl-hole on my nice purple cock?  Hey?”  He slapped her other cheek, not hard, but firmly enough to rock her head to the other side, “Unless otherwise instructed, when we tell you to fuck something, it goes in your shitter.  You don’t–“ he slapped her again, “–put anything in your girl hole.  Do you understand?”  She nodded, “In fact, we’re renaming it, this–“ his hand released her face and darted between her legs where his fingers expertly pinched a tranche of her labia and clitoris, “is your ‘no-no hole’.  Nothing goes in it, not a finger, not a thing.  Understand?  What is it?”  He asked firmly, her labia and clitoris ground harshly between his firm thumb and forefinger.”

“My no-no hole,” she uttered in response.

“And what don’t you do with your ‘no-no hole’?”  He barked in her ear.

“I don’t put anything in it.”

“So where does my purple cock go?”

“In the other one.”  She groaned. 

“Good.”  He released her flesh, “Now that has a name what about this one?”  He asked while pointing at her bottom. 

She couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth, it just seemed to slip out, “Master White made me call it Miss Bum-Bum.” 

Mister Black smiled wickedly.  “I like it.  Good.  From now on Lolita, that’s your no-no hole and that’s Miss Bum-Bum.  Understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered in embarrassment.

“What are you going to do now?”  He stood over her, glowering.

“Put it in Miss Bum-Bum.”  She answered.

“What?”  The back of his hand rose threateningly. 

“I’m going to put the purple cock in Miss Bum-Bum… Master.”  She added as an afterthought.  Mister Black’s hand withdrew and he hulked back toward Pain kneeling on her wooden chair.

She rose in the stirrups again and stood over the phallus.  The horse rocked gently back and forward – the jelly like dildo bobbing slowly up and down.  Christine peered down at the horrid copy of Black’s wormy penis with its prominent foreskin and partially obscured cock’s eye.  It made the phallus look alien and foreign. 

Several things occurred to Christine in rapid succession as she clenched her eyes shut and mentally prepared herself.  First, the purple dick was thinner than Mister White’s, and that was a good thing.  White had viciously raped her ass the previous day, a memory that she was trying desperately to suppress.  But at least this dong was thinner.  On the down side it was longer.  Black’s un-cut cock, ugly as it was, was of a more traditional length and girth.  Where White’s weapon had resembled a stubby beer can, Black’s was more like a thick courgette.

It also occurred to her that she didn’t have to contend with chilli this time.  The searing pain that had come from having had a chilli in her rectum overnight had made yesterday’s rape unbearable.  So an upside was that she wouldn’t be forcing the purple invader into a searing ring of burning muscle. 

But there was no lubricant.  That hadn’t been a problem when she thought the dildo was destined for her vagina, where she had hoped her body would react to the invader, unwanted even though it had been.  But now?  Now it was destined for an entirely unlubricated orifice.  Could she spit on it?  Was that allowed?

But how could she even think like this!  Sodomy’s a sin!  Rape was one thing – she wasn’t a theologian but she was pretty sure God didn’t apportion sin to rape victims.  But this was different!  She was voluntarily going to push the cock into her bowels. 

In the shower she’d penetrated herself:  but only to clean herself.  The enema bulbs?  Well they’d been forced into her by Pain.  The chilli?  Black at his most dastardly.  White’s cock:  rape.  But this?  This was beyond the pale.  If she sank on the cock she’d be a sodomite.  Was it enough that the threat of violence made it okay?

Christine finally weighed up a terrible calculus.  With the latex cock wobbling about the entrance to her bottom she faced a terrible final question.  Fuck herself, without lubricant, on the purple ­ but reduced scale ­ dildo, or invoke Mister Black’s wrath and his promise to be raped by the full length and thickness of his cock in her unlubricated anus.  She knew God would understand.

She dropped a line of spittle on the dildo and watched it dribble down the dildo’s purple length. 

Next to the rocking horse, Pain gritted her teeth as she felt Mister Black wrap his hand in her ponytail.  His free hand he used to guide his now fully engorged rod toward the gap in Pain’s panties.  The blonde’s eyes bulged as she felt his cock head touch her entrance.  Mister Black had spent several hours scraping and scratching the surface layers of skin from Pain’s labia, clitoris and even the entrance to her vaginal tract.  Consequently she could feel every pulse of blood through the delicate membranes.  She was also feeling hot and cold far more sensitively, particularly the heat of his cock as it touched her damaged hole. 

It was not the first time that Pain had undergone such treatment, but it was her worst experience so far.  Mister Black went just a little further each time he carried out the procedure.  Each time he took just a little more skin, leaving her even redder and rawer than the previous attempt.  He was becoming a master of his adopted art. 

Black pulled on her ponytail as his cock head sunk into her weeping hole.  The heat of the blood coursing through his cock drove her crazy; the friction from his rigid and rock hard cock against the pulverised flesh of her hole set her screaming; but worst of all was the intense agony set off as his pelvis mashed against the gusset of her panties.  Bristles rasped against already exceptionally scoured flesh, small rubber spikes sank into her clitoris and up and down the length of her inner labia.  Pain cried out like a banshee with his first thrust.  She had only a moment to catch her breath before he sawed his cock out and in again. 

“No!  Oh God!  Take it out, please!  Oh my God!  Oh it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!  For God’s sake please take it out!”  The last ‘please’, she roared out with the full strength of her lungs, stomach and diaphragm.

Any normal person, well any person with even a modicum of empathy, would have gone slowly in Pain’s scoured and tortured hole.  Not Black, this was a rough, hard fuck.  He was a bucking bronco, a rutting dog on an unwilling bitch.  He smashed his cock back and forward with a vengeance, burying his full length in and out of Pain’s suffering orifice. 

Now Christine felt the spit covered purple cock touch her anus.  She cast a furtive look toward Black, hoping beyond hope that his attention was elsewhere.  But he stared straight at her, lust and evil in his eyes.  He looked ready to do bloody murder and if Christine had had any residual thoughts of the alternative, Black’s murderous gaze convinced her otherwise. 

For the first time in her life, Christine willingly penetrated her own bottom with a foreign object.  She took it slowly, feeling the broad head of the scaled down replica of Mister Black’s cock open up her anus and enter her bowels proper.  She used every trick she had learned.  She pushed out to help herself relax and allowed the bulbous head in.  With relief she felt the slightly lubricated object push past the important ring of muscle.  Slowly she sat further onto the cock, allowing its horrific length to fill her more and more. 

Mister Black looked across Pain’s back to Christine with an evil grin on his face.  Before him he saw a flat-chested girl with a pretty nose and cherubic face wearing a bonnet, an infantile romper top and baby booties slowly impaling her anus on an exact copy of his cock.  Little wisps of strawberry blonde hair escaped from the bonnet and dangled suggestively around the nape of her neck.

This vision of insane perversion was scored to a soundtrack of screams and remonstrations from Pain as she squealed and screamed with the insane hurt being inflicted in her.

Ultimately Christine sank to the base of the dildo.  Her buttocks settled on the purple saddle of the rocking horse with seven inches of fabricated latex cock buried in her bottom.  She bit her bottom lip, trying to ignore the growing sense of shame that assailed her.

It is said that there is no worse feeling that the sense of impending doom.  It is not just a feeling of fear, nor just a sense that something bad is going to happen.  It is rather the almost complete and total realisation that the single most terrible thing that could possible befall you is about to befall you.  Heart attack survivors talk of it.  Healthy people who have been told they have weeks to live talk of it. 

With her anus distended by the latex cock, Christine felt her stomach descend into the depths of hell, she felt as though her blood pressure tripled in a moment and her heart began thumping so hard that she felt it might explode.  She felt impending doom.

She was fucking her own arse…

Her rectum was being split open by a fake cock.

Her pristine and sacrosanct anus was being defiled, and by her own hand.

The self realisation of what she was doing struck home like a sledgehammer blow to the concrete foundations of her world.  And a little bit of the foundation crumbled under the blow.

“Rock it.  I want to see it go in and out.”  Mister Black demanded of her as he thrust forward with a particularly vicious jab of his hips.  Pain screamed to underline his demand. 

Christine closed her eyes and pushed back as gently as she could with her legs in the stirrups.  The horse rocked back, the dildo pulled out, the horse rocked forward, the dildo thrust back into to its full length and pulled back out again. 

Each time the latex cock pulled out, it pulled her clinging sphincter with it, stretching the little rubbery ring out of her.  Each thrust back in pushed the muscle back the other way.  The replica cock was entirely complete:  every vein, every bump, every little feature of Black’s cock was represented.  And every little bit chafed past her rectum as the dildo slid roughly in and out. 

After a half dozen rocks of the horse back and forward Christine realised that the modest dollop of spit she imparted on the dildo was near exhausted.  The cock was dry, her anus was dry, and even though the dildo was soft and pliable latex, it still tugged and rasped against the delicate membranes in her bottom.  Fate dictated that only one of two outcomes were inevitable.  Either something would tear, a capillary with luck, and her own blood would lubricate the cock as it relentlessly sawed in and out of her anus.  Alternatively her flesh would hold but it would continue rasping dryly over the surface of the dildo.  The tight muscles of her rectum would suction tightly to the latex and stretch it further into and out of her body, ultimately she would prolapse or worse.  She needed lubricant.

Thus it was that Mr Black finally shot his load into Pain’s tortured and ragingly agonised hole to the sight of Christine lifting herself off the pink dildo to spit upon it a second time, only to then force it back into her aching back passage and engulf its purplish length into her newly stretched and once virginal arsehole.

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Mister Green’s ugly visage sat smugly between Christine’s knees, poking and prodding about with a lengthy stainless steel probe.  The feeling was exceptionally uncomfortable.  “Hmmm,” the probe gouged into Christine’s most sensitive places, “this is looking promising, see how this isn’t contracting properly.  Oh how silly of me, of course you can’t see from up there.

“If you could, you’d see that the probe has been fully inserted and is in fact all the way into your actual bladder.  That must be exceptionally uncomfortable.”  Christine could only nod in agreement.  There was nothing erotic about the procedure that he was carrying out, she felt violated, like a high school science experiment:  a carcass being roughly dissected by disinterested school children.  Coming on the back of her ride on the rocking horse, she was feeling particularly vulnerable with her aching bottom still throbbing from its thorough reaming at the hands of the purple dildo.

“What I’m attempting to achieve here is quite simple and elegant.  Urination occurs when three things happen:  first when the bladder gets to be about a quarter full you begin to feel the need to urinate.  At this stage the inner sphincter at the top of the urethra automatically relaxes.  The third thing that has to happen is that the outer sphincter has to be relaxed.  This is a voluntarily operated muscle, unlike the inner sphincter, which is largely automatic. 

“Understand so far?  So what we’ve been doing is stretching this muscle here,”  he indicated a spot with his finger, not that it mattered, Christine couldn’t see a thing, she could only feel Mister Green’s rummaging about with his cold hard probe.  “This is the outer set of muscles, the voluntarily activated ones.  Using a tapered catheter tube we’ve been increasingly stretching this very important muscle.  Already I can see that it’s not reacting in the way that it ordinarily should.  In a few more days I’d say that it will be irreparably impaired.”

Hearing the explanation in such a clinical fashion plunged her into a deep depression.

“So at the moment you’re constantly and uncontrollably dripping urine into your diaper because we’ve artificially bypassed both bladder control sphincters with the catheter.  But in a few days time we’re going to remove it and then your going to encounter a whole new experience.  Without the catheter you’ll regain a semblance of bladder control.  You won’t leak all the time as you do at the moment.  What will happen instead is your bladder will fill to the point when you feel like you need to go.  When that happens, the inner sphincter will relax – as normal – and the only thing stopping you from urinating will be the outer muscles, the ones that we’ve been stretching. 

“Imagine that you have to go to the toilet.  Imagine the pressure you feel building.  Imagine you’re sitting in the middle of a room of people.  You hold on right?  You squeeze those muscles until you have an opportunity to duck off to the bathroom.  Well not for much longer.  What will happen from now on is that as soon as a sufficient pool of urine has built up you’re going to start to feel the need to go to the bathroom.  And you’re going to squeeze down tight and hope and pray you won’t disgrace herself.  You’ll be crossing your fingers, and your legs, that you can hold on until you can scramble to the toilet.  But you won’t have time because your inner bladder muscles will automatically relax – you’ll be clamping down as hard as you can with the outer – feeling like you can hold it off, and then a flood of piss is going come streaming down your legs.  Hot yellow steaming piss.  And the only thing stopping it splashing all over the floor will be the diaper you’ll have to wear for the rest of your life. 

“Now, I ask you, isn’t that just the most delicious humiliation you can possibly imagine?”  Mister Green asked lustfully.

“Now I must admit that I don’t share Master White’s particular fascination with small girl children, but I do have to say that this is one of the single cruellest things that I’ve ever had the privilege to inflict on a slut.  I must admit I am enjoying it greatly.

“You see it’s the lack of control that’s the most pleasing aspect.  You’ll feel like you can control yourself, you’re still going to be able to clench down with those muscles of yours, the only difference is that it’s not going to do anything!

“And an even more interesting question for you my dear,” he looked directly at Christine’s face, “is what will you feel like the day when you realise that you couldn’t even be bothered trying any more.  How long before you realise that it’s pointless trying to stop pissing yourself in your pants?  How long will it take before you just gush into your diaper like a little toddler?  How soul destroying is that moment going to be for you?”

A single tear trickled down her cheek as she envisaged his words play out in her mind.

“But we’re not at that point yet, we need to stretch this little muscle a bit more first,”  Christine felt the cold steel probe being removed and quickly replaced with a newer, larger, catheter.  He expertly seated the new tube inside her before removing the syringe. 

Strapped to the gynaecological chair there was little that she could do.  What made her helplessness even worse was the fact that she knew every moment the tube stayed inside her it was causing irreparable damage that would inevitably lead to her suffering the horrific fate that Mister Green had just finished describing in painful detail.

“Now this is also something that you are going to have to learn to cope with Lolita,” he pulled her labia and bottom cheeks apart, “Diaper rash.  Hold on while I get some powder.”  He got to his feet and opened a cupboard in the wall. 

Christine took the opportunity to turn her head about and espy Rubber.  It was peculiar to see her out of her ubiquitous black rubber maid’s uniform, but there she was, asleep in the infirmary’s bed and breathing normally.

“Ah, yes, your little friend is fine.  Well she was after I finished a modest reconstructive vagioplasty.  A few stitches here, a bit of a nip and tuck there.  Give her a week or so and she’ll be back in circulation.  You can also tell the rest of your friends that she’s fine.  She should also have some new jewellery to show you when she comes back upstairs.”

“Jewellry?”  Christine asked.

“No, no, not now.  You’ll find out in time.”  Mister Green squirted a cloud of baby powder onto Christine’s naked mound and bottom.  “You’ll need to keep an eye on this, the powder should soak up the excess moisture, but if it gets much worse we’ll have to think about alternative options.  Petroleum jelly might work.  That would act as a barrier to the piss.”  Mister Green unfolded a new cloth diaper and began pinning Christine into it.

“It’s the ammonia in your piss that does it.  The pH levels are all wrong and they break down the outer layers of skin.  It can get very painful if you let it go too far.  So use this every time you change and I’ll take another look tomorrow.  Worst case scenario and we switch to smearing your nether regions with Vaseline.”

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Christine stumbled up the stairs with the outfit she’d selected for tomorrow under her arm.  Thankfully Mister Green had forgotten to fasten the leather hobbles in her bloomers and so she was able to walk properly.  Well as properly as possible with a bulky thick diaper between her legs and a modest case of diaper rash.  The cloth chafed and she found that waddling helped reduce the friction, even though the act merely reinforced her childish appearance.  She stopped half way up the stairs and sucked back a sniffle as this latest realisation hit her.

She was damp already, and in a few days she’d be permanently incontinent.  Her anus ached from repeated abuse and she was so very tired of being exposed to all of the terrible things that happened in this place. 

She’d never been more depressed and disheartened in all of her life.  Nevertheless she sucked back a deep breath, composed herself and resumed her climb.

Entering the common room she found School, still in her blue and yellow cheerleader suit soaking her hand and wrist in a bowl of warm water.  Christine caught a glimpse of Pain lying on the bed in her room.  She walked up to the table, pulled out a chair and joined School.  The redhead looked up curiously, obvious questions about Rubber on the tip of her lips.

“She’s okay.  She’s sleeping.  Mister Green said he gave her a ‘vagioplasty’ and then he made a comment about jewellery.”

“What?  Sorry, start again, this time from the beginning.”  School instructed.  The redhead then made Christine repeat back everything that she could remember. 

“I don’t like the sound of this jewellery.  But you said she looked okay?”

“She was asleep, but she looked peaceful.”

“What about Rubber?”  Pain asked from the door to her room, she stood awkwardly in her nodule-lined shoes.

“She’s okay,” Christine repeated what she’d just shared with School while Pain hobbled the half dozen feet to the table and sat down opposite Christine.  However it very quickly became clear to School that the atmosphere between Pain and Christine was especially negative.  Christine struggled to stop herself from glowering at the plump blonde across the table.  Pain, in turn, looked about ready to cry.  Although in fairness, the Blonde had just been raped in the most brutal fashion. 

“Umm, I might just go and find something else for my wrist,” School excused herself and left the room.

“I need to talk to you,” Pain started.

“I don’t have anything to say,” Christine said carefully.

“Please, just five minutes, can you just let me explain?”

Christine thought carefully, and ultimately she nodded.  Whatever her failings, Pain was still a human being, and one that had suffered some of the most horrific things imaginable in the last day or so.  She owed her the opportunity to try and explain, even if it was only because Christine felt sorry for how the poor girl had been treated by the Masters. 

“I’m sorry.  I really stuffed up.  But the worst of it all is that I’ve stuffed up being your friend, which is what I really wanted more than anything else.”  The blonde looked down at her hands and opened her heart.

“You see School at least has Rubber and Rubber has School.  You don’t know how hard it is here when you’ve got no one to talk to.  No one to share with.  Sometimes I think that it would almost be endurable if I could just talk to someone else.  If I just knew that I wasn’t in this all by myself, then I could just close my eyes and put up with it.  But I’ve got no one.

“Until you came, I was the new girl.  The other three had all known each other for a long time and I was the odd one out.  And then when you came along it was wonderful.  I was no longer the new girl.  I knew things and could share them with you and help you and I thought that I could be your friend and then I’d have someone to talk to and someone to share with.

“I’m just so lonely.  And I’m scared.”  She looked up for the first time and Christine could see tears welling up in the Blonde’s cornflower blue eyes. 

“And I didn’t mean to kiss you, it just happened.  I don’t know what came over me.  But I did, and I ruined it and now you hate me.”  She looked down again.  “That’s it.  That’s all I wanted to say, I think I’ll go now.”  She went to stand and Christine stopped her.

“Are you a lesbian?”  Christine asked sincerely.

Pain stopped.  And she sat back down and looked Christine straight in the eye.  “No.  That’s the first time.  And it was an accident.”

“Do you swear to God?”  Christine asked. 

“Yes.”

“Because where I come from its wrong to do that.  And I shouldn’t associate with sinners.”  Christine said with a steady voice.

“I understand that,” Pain said, but in such a way that suggested she had more to add but couldn’t quite articulate it at this point.

“But you say it was a mistake.”

“Yes.”

“And you just want to be my friend?”  Christine asked, a little warmer this time.

Pain looked straight at Christine again and said very gently, “Yes, I want nothing more than that.”  The comment could have been taken one of two ways, Christine took it one way, Pain meant it in another. 

But then tears spilt out of Christine’s own eyes, “Good,”  she finally released all the pent up fear and tension that had been building and she’d tried desperately to bottle up, “I really someone too,”  and Pain saw just how badly Christine had been affected by the last two days.  She jumped up and in spite of the agony inflicted by her shoes, she circled the table and embraced Christine who was sobbing freely now.

“They’re going to take away my control!”  She bellowed, “It’s almost done now, he says just another day or so.  And then I’ll have to wear these for ever!”  She grabbed at her bulky diaper and then disparagingly let it go in disgust. 

“Please help me, I’m wet and I’m chafed in between my legs and in my private places and I can’t stop it and soon it will be for ever and they keep hurting Miss Bum-Bum,”  she didn’t even realise she’d used the infantile term the Masters had started insisting she use.

“And now they’re making me do things that are wrong.  Not just wrong, but really wrong!  I’m a sodomite!  I’m going to go to hell!”  She was truly hysterical now. 

“Hey.  Hey!” Pain soothed Christine, wiping away a trail of snot that dribbled from her nose as she blubbered.  “Hey, stop it!  You’re not going to go to hell.  It’s not the same in here.  They make you do these things.”

“It doesn’t matter!  I put something in my bottom, that’s against God, its wrong!”

“No you’re not.  Hey, look at me,” Pain pulled Christine’s hands away from her eyes.  “Now listen to yourself.  Now it has been a while since I went to church but the last time I remember suicide was a sin.  Is that right?”

“Yes,” Christine sniffed.

“So if you didn’t do what the Masters said, what would happen?”

“They’d punish me.”  Christine said quietly.

“And if you kept on disobeying you, what do you think would happen.  If you fought back, or if you struggled or tried to hurt them.  What do you think they would do?”  Pain asked.

“They’d hurt me?”

“Worse than that, if you kept it up, you’d disappear.  They’d kill you.  Right?”

“Well, yes–“

Pain continued on her train of thought, “so if you invite death by resisting them, then isn’t that a form of suicide?”

“I suppose–“

“So then how can doing what you’re forced to do possibly be a sin.  You can’t have it coming and going.  Not doing what they want would be tantamount to suicide but doing what they want is also a sin?”  Pain asked rhetorically.

“I don’t–“ Christine was confused, but Pain battled on.

“You think you’ve done wrong because you tried to limit your own pain and suffering and that in doing so you had to do something wrong to yourself.  So you’re worried that means you did it willingly and that therefore it’s a sin.  This is why religion is silly, sometimes you have to use reason and your head Lolita,”

“Christine, my real name’s Christine.”

“Samantha, but don’t let anyone know that or we’ll both get in a whole lot of trouble.  But let me get back to what I was saying, you’ve got to get this silly idea that there is black and white in here out of your head.  We have to make decisions every day that are irksome and morally murky.  At the end of every one of them can only be one consideration, stay alive.  Stay alive and get out of here.

“That means we have to do things that would ordinarily be wrong just so we can avoid enduring something even worse.  The enema the other day, I did that to you willingly didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Christine said.

“No I didn’t.  It was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.  But I knew that if I didn’t do it to you that Mister White would have, and he would have made it worse.  He wanted to shove it in you dry, remember?”

“Yes,” Christine shuddered.

“So I had no other choice but to do it myself and make sure it hurt as least as possible.  That’s a virtue, not a sin.  Do you have a brain in there?”  Samantha tapped Christine’s head gently. 

“Yes.”

“So what part of you thinks that what happened to you and me today means any of it was our fault, or that it means that we’re bad people.  I know I’m not a bad person, sure I occasionally fuck up and accidentally kiss girls that I happen to want to like me a lot – that was a joke,” she hurriedly added as Christine looked at her strangely for a moment, “I’m not a bad person, I used to sponsor an African kid, when I was outside, I worked shitty wages for a charity because they do good work and I don’t need the extra money I’d get by going corporate.  Am I Mother Teresa?  Fuck no, but if you asked any one of my friends they’d say I was a good person.

“Now I’ve only known you a couple of days Christine, but you seem like a good person too.  A little bit too churchy for my tastes, but that doesn’t really matter,”

“Don’t you believe in God?”  Christine asked slightly shocked. 

“Would it upset you if I said I didn’t?”  Samantha responded. 

“I suppose not, but–“

“No, you can’t try and convince me either.  Let me say only one more thing on this topic for the time being. 

“In the situation we find ourselves in there are only two possible scenarios.  Either we are here because God has decided to test us, or possibly that God hasn’t decided that at all, but that we can – through our faith – trust in him that this is all his will and that if only we trust to his will and surrender to him can we find peace with ourselves and learn to accept our fate.

“Or, there is no God.  We’ve been kidnapped by depraved sexual sadists who enjoy imparting pain and humiliation on young women and that its more likely than not that eventually they will tire of us, cut our throats and dump our bodies in a swamp somewhere.  At the end of all this we die, probably painfully and after much suffering.  There is no heaven, there is no hell, there’s nothing but a cold grave and nothingness.

“So ask yourself:  If I had a choice, to have faith or not, which would I prefer?  Faith every time.  The problem is Christine, I can’t bring myself to believe, no matter how hard I try.  And you can’t make someone believe.”

“That’s very sad.  God loves you anyway.”  Christine tried anyway.

“Thankyou for trying.”  Samantha shrugged.  “Look, ultimately you need to realise that our only one hope is that maybe, just maybe, these fuckheads are actually telling the truth that they’ll eventually let us go.”

“They are you know.”  Sophie said through the girl’s ear pieces. 

       

“Sophie, how long have you been listening?”  Samantha asked the ceiling.

“Long enough to know you’ve both broken a very big rule.  Don’t you let anyone else know that you know each other’s names.”

“We won’t.”  Christine answered.

“Sophie, you said they’re telling the truth.  How can we know that?”

“Well there’s me.”

“But you’re just a voice, I’ve never even met you,” Samantha said suspiciously.

“I was called Petgirl.  Mistress Scarlet’s idea I found out later.  She thought it would be exceptionally sexy to force a girl to adopt the role of different animals… and then mate them.”

“Oh my god–“

“I’ve never heard any of this–“ Christine and Samantha each said simultaneously.

“First I had a dog outfit.  My feet used to get strapped to my thighs and my hands to my shoulders and they put dog paws on my knees and elbows.  They gave me a mechanical tail that was dual tail and butt plug.  I had whiskers emerging from a gag, big floppy ears and a skin tight body suit patterned with brown spots.  They led me about with a choke chain at first. 

“Then they’d bring in the animals.  My first was Maximillian, he was a german shepherd.  It took a lot of work but they eventually trained him to rape me on command. 

“The worst part was after the orgasm.  Most dogs have a bulb in their penis.  It inflates during sex and locks the dogs together, aids insemination.  So Max would fuck me for a few seconds, come inside me and then be locked to me for up to twenty minutes.  I still remember the drool and wet nose on my back and face.

“The dog phase passed, for three long years I was a dog, a cat and finally a horse.  The cat was bad enough, they couldn’t find a big cat tame enough for the purpose, but Mistress Scarlet had read somewhere that cat’s have barbs in their penises designed to rake walls of the female on withdrawal.  The blood helps ovulation.  So she rigged up a dildo with spikes that extended on withdrawal. 

“I finished as a pony.  Proper pony shoes, tack, bridle, the whole kit and caboodle.  They brought in a hobby pony, I called him Jack, and for six months I had to learn to accommodate a horse’s cock.

“And I thought just like you two did as well.  They couldn’t possibly be telling the truth.  They’d just kill us rather than go to all the trouble of letting us go and hoping that we keep our mouths shut. 

“But they are telling the truth.  One evening I was to be put in the cell, I drew the short straw, and Mister Black had told me he was going to stay with me all night until I took all of Jack’s cock to the hilt of all my poor stretched holes, mouth, cunt and arse.  I still remember the way he delivered the sentence.  I thought I was going to choke to death on Jack’s horsey cock.  The others were all put in their bedrooms, the doors were locked down and then as calm as anything Mister Black  told me I was being let free.

“My heart leapt into my mouth.  He gave me a change of clothes and took me downstairs.  All four of them then sat me down to dinner in the dining room.  They explained to me that I was to receive a new identity, $5 million dollars and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go in the world.  They explained that they hoped the money was enough to keep my mouth shut, but that if it ran out, to phone a particular number.  They also told me that they’re intimately connected to local law enforcement and at the first hint that I tried to contact the law the first thing they’d do would be kill all of you.

“And then I got it.  That’s why all of us keep our mouths shut, it’s not the money, it’s the threat of killing whoever they currently have.  Could I possibly live with the deaths of four innocent girls on my conscience?  Never.

“And that’s also why they don’t want you knowing each other’s names.  Imagine if you found out names, you could find addresses and find each other.  And then you’d talk, maybe only to each other, but there’s a saying that a secret is no longer a secret when another person knows it.  It wouldn’t take make to accidentally let something slip.  And then pow!  Four dead girls who otherwise would have eventually gone free.”

Samantha had been suspicious from the beginning of Sophie’s speech, but now she voiced her concerns, “That’s a nice story, but how is it supposed to make us believe that you’re real and the story’s true?”

“Because the only other person who know the pony’s name is School.  It was her idea of a joke because as a little girl she’d always wanted a pony called Jack.  When it arrived she named it Jack.”

“But that just proves your still alive, it doesn’t prove anything else, you could still be a captive, just stuck in a radio room somewhere chained to a desk.”  Christine said.

“That’s easy.  I drive a blue Fiat.  Tomorrow I will park across the street.  I have brown hair and I will be wearing a white and black polka dot skirt suit.  I will leave my leather briefcase ‘accidentally on purpose’ on the roof of the car, cross the street and then ‘realise’ I’ve left my case behind.  I will do all of that at the exact same time that your doors open.  If you look out your windows you will see it’s me, that I’m unfettered and free to come and go as I please.  And you can also ask School and Rubber what I look like so you can compare notes. 

“Would that satisfy you overly cautious and curious girls?”

Christine and Samantha shared a glance.  “I guess so.”  Samantha answered for both of them.

“Good, now listen to me very carefully.  I know you’ve told each other your first names, now whatever you do, do not share any more personal details.  No birthdates, no addresses, no surnames, nothing.  Remember what I told you about security.  One day you’ll get out and you won’t ever want to be put in the situation where you inadvertently kill four innocent girls because you’ve got loose lips.  Get through the next year or two and then forget about it.”

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“So where does that leave us.”  Christine asked after Sophie left them alone.  They’d retreated to Samantha’s bedroom.

“Well while it’s nice to know your real name, I think we’d better stick to calling each other by our new ones.  I think we should even try to think of each other that way too, because otherwise we’ll let something slip in a moment of stress or panic, and those seem to happen pretty regularly around here.”

“I agree.”  Christine/Lolita concurred.

“But I think she’s telling the truth.  Tomorrow will tell I suppose.”

“If she was, it’s pretty horrible what they did to her.  A horse, yuck!”  Christine offered.

“I kind of empathised with the cat penis thing.”

“Oh… yeah.”

“Can I ask you a huge favour?”  Samantha/Pain asked timidly.  “But before I do, I want you to know that I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t really really worried.  Particularly because of the kissing thing.  I don’t want you to take this the wrong way.”

“Ummm, okay, I suppose so, what?”  Christine answered carefully. 

“He really hurt me today, Mister Black I mean, I can’t tell with my fingers, but I think he’s really damaged me and I’m really worried and I don’t want to go to Green because he’ll hurt me more and I think I’m ruined and…”  Pain took a leaf out of her own book and took a deep breath to try and calm down.

“I need you to please look at my vagina and tell me how bad it is.  Please?  My imagination is running wild.  Could you please?”  Pain asked with obvious reluctance, but the desperation in her eyes was clear. 

Her automatic reaction was one of revulsion, and then she thought about what Pain had told her earlier, about being rational instead of thinking everything was black and white.  What was worse?  Leaving Pain in doubt as to how bad the injuries to her most sensitive of places were?  Or having a quick look and providing certainty, even if it was bad news?

How could she not agree when you thought about it like that.

“Okay, how do you want to do it?”

Pain lay down and spread her chubby thighs apart.  She was clearly upset at what she was going to hear and she was holding her hands together as though she were praying. 

Christine knelt down and unzipped the long zipper running down the centre of the evil panty gusset.  As the zip parted, the two elastic straps running either side of the zip pulled Pain’s labial lip apart.  Christine felt a shiver pass up her spine as she saw the tightly packed collection of thin rubber spikes and stiff scrubbing brush bristles within the panties. 

The sight confronting her was horrific.  The entire inner membranes of Pain’s flesh were purple and red.  Sworls of very fine scratches ran the length of her inner lips.  Several areas showed slowly weeping blood, not from scratches or lesions of any kind, but from areas where the skin had been scraped so thin that blood was leeching to the surface. 

The poor girl’s anus and perineum was a little better.  Here she had avoided Mister Black’s cock and consequent encounters with the spikes and bristles that had driven into her vagina during her rape.  So her puckered anus was only scraped red and raw instead of weeping blood and purple like her vagina.  Her poor clitoris though was the worst of all.  Here Mister Black’s violent rape had smashed a small crown of sharp spikes repeatedly into the poor little nubbin.  Christine wouldn’t have thought it possible for such a small piece of flesh to be so damaged, but she saw dozens of small puncture marks immediately in and around what should have been her seat of pleasure.

“What do you see?”  A worried Pain asked.

“Your bums okay, it’s just red, it’ll get better, pretty quickly I think.  I’m more worried about the other bits though.”

“Like what”. 

“Your hole’s bleeding a little.  Not really bleeding you know, just seeping a bit.  I think that’s just from the scraping.  But your poor little button, it looks really bad.”

“How?”  She asked.

“It’s been stabbed by the spikes.”

“Is it bleeding, is there tearing?”

“No and no.”

“Then its okay.”  Pain breathed a sigh of relief.

“What, how can that be the case, it looks…” she was going to say ‘minced meat’ but thought that might scare Pain too much.  “really nasty”.

“Since they put the spikes in, I’m always getting stabbed there.  At first I was worried, but now… It’s par for the course.”

“But, aren’t you worried that puncturing it like that over and over will damage it?”

Pain sat up, she zipped up her own panties and turned away from Christine, “It’s alright, don’t worry about it.  Thank you for looking.”

“What is it?”  Christine knew something was wrong.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, go away.  I don’t want to talk.  Look, thankyou very much for doing that, I know it was tough for you, but you have made me feel better.  Thank you.  Please I just want to be alone for a minute.”

“No.”  Christine said firmly.  “If we’re going to be friends, then you have to tell me.  I let you in.  Now it’s your turn.”

“Please?”  Pain asked once more, indicating she wanted to be alone.

Christine grabbed her arm and spun her about, “No.  Tell me.”

“Don’t you get it Lolita?  I said it was par for the course,”

“So?”  Christine asked naively.

“Those spikes, every time they stab me, they hurt, and they stab into nerve endings, and that hurts too.  But every time one of those little things stabs me, it desensitizes me even more.  Three months in these panties now.  I tried to masturbate the other night, naked, with my finger, just to see if I could. 

“I can’t feel pleasure in my clitoris anymore Christine.  I had to scratch myself with my own nails and pinch my clitoris just to get off.  Now do you get it?  They call me Pain because they’ve promised when they’ve finished with me pain will be the only way I will be able to get any sexual satisfaction.  Well it’s started already.  I can’t even come anymore!  Last night I had needs, and I got up in the middle of the night and put these on, just so I could rub myself to get off!

“I becoming what they want.  And I’m afraid I’m coming to like it.”