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Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 3 Michelle’s Story Chapter 86
By Redlegtiger
Edited by msboy8
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Chapter 86 Lisa’s Story
After everyone participating in the orgy had had their fill of the unrestrained sex, Aminda and Michelle took Lisa with them to the new Slave’s quarters in the basement. They led her to the large King sized bed that had been designated for them. When they got to the bed, Aminda turned to Lisa and said, “You are one of us again. We have missed you so much. From now on you are going to sleep here with us. You don’t have to ever be worried about being separated from us again. Now let’s get in bed and you can tell us about what has happened to you over the last couple of years.”
Michelle got into the bed from the left side and Aminda had Lisa climb onto the bed and lay down in the center. She then climbed into bed on the right side. Aminda and Michelle lay down on either side of their friend and put their arms over her and cuddled. They stayed there for a few minutes and Lisa just laid there wondering if she had finally died and gone to heaven. She was just basking in the love that was being shown to her by the two people in the world she loved more than life itself. Finally Michelle couldn’t take the silence anymore and asked, “Well? Are you going to tell us what happened to you after we left for Australia?”
Lisa smiled and with tears of love and happiness flowing from her eyes, she said, “I love you guys so much. I can’t imagine how I survived the last two years without you. I thought that I would never see you again. They told me that you had been sold to that school in Australia and wouldn’t be coming back. It’s hard to tell you everything that happened. But I’ll try.”
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The day they came to take you away to that school, a senior Dom from the school came to our room and without saying a word; he hooked a leash to my collar. He pulled the leash and made me heel and follow him. He took me to the room where your crates were awaiting you. While they were prepping you for being transported, the senior Dom made me lie down on my stomach. He took my hands and using a long length of rope he tied my hands to my ankles in a form of a hog tie. I was bent backwards about as far as I could stand. When he was done hog tying me, he put a hood on my head. It had openings for the eyes and nose. Where the mouth was supposed to be was a six inch dildo that went into my mouth. They buckled the hood to the back of my head. I could see out of the mask but I couldn’t hear or say anything. After he had put my head in the hood, he attached a rope to my hands and wrists where they were tied. He then said, “You are going to get to watch your friends get boxed up and sent away. You see, they have been purchased by the Baybee Pony School and College in Australia. This is the last time you will get to see them. We decided to make you watch as they went through their final preparation for shipping. They all know that you would want to say goodbye so that is why we are gagging you so that you can’t make a loud enough noise to alert them to your presence. You are going to get the eagle eye view too because I am going to lift you up to the shadowy area up near the peak of the ceiling. Unless they look straight at you, they most likely will not see you. The sounds of the vent fans will mask any noise you make so don’t even try to get their attention. Even if they do look and see you, they will only see a girl with a black leather hood on. There will be no way that they will be able to see you and tell who you are.”
After he said that he started pulling me up. The added pressure of supporting my weight on my shoulders was excruciatingly painful. I screamed out in pain for a few minutes until my arms began to go numb. From where I was hanging I watched as they brought the two of you in. I saw that they had shaved your heads. I cried for you that they took away your beautiful hair. I wanted desperately to yell out to you and tell you I loved you and was going to miss you. I even tried a couple of times but the dildo in my mouth prevented anything more than a grunt or a groan to get out and that was muffled. As the senior Dom had said, the vent fans drowned out any noise I could make. As they boxed you up, I cried because I was losing my two best friends. It was the most horrible moment in my life up to that time, even worse than the time I thought I killed my mother. I truly believed that I would never see you again. I’m so glad that I was wrong.
After hanging there and watching them put you in those crates, I thought that things couldn’t get much worse. As you know, the masters and mistresses at Clearview can always make things worse. Once your crates were loaded onto a truck and shipped out, I was finally let down. I was released from my hog tie and the senior Dom took me to the field house. It seemed that they had more torture in mind for me. When I got close enough to see, they had this large and very tall structure. It looked a lot like a light weight scaffolding. There was a long bar that stood up about a fourth of the way from each side of the scaffolding. The long bar on the right had a very sharp point on it. The one on the left I couldn’t see because my mother was standing there with the end of it up her cunt. She looked very haggard to me. It looked like she hadn’t slept for months and that she had been constantly whipped within an inch of her life over and over. I guess from what Angie had told us about the drudge slaves in the kitchen that was pretty close to the truth.
They led me over to the scaffolding and made me step over the long rod with the sharp point. They put a block of wood on either side of the bar that allowed me to step up high enough to get over the bar. When I had it lined up with my cunt and it was in almost two inches, they kicked the blocks of wood out. That allowed the bar to slide into my cunt. It was tall enough that it went almost all of the way up to my cervix. I felt a little prick of pain when I first landed but when I went up on the balls of my feet that took the pressure off.
When I had the bar up my cunt, they lowered a rope down in front of me. I looked up and saw that the rope was connected with the one that they were handing my mother. I looked around us and saw for the first time that there were bleachers all around us. They were filled with students and masters and mistresses. Finally I saw my step father as he came up to us. My mother groaned in agony as he approached the two of us. He looked at the two of us and announced, “I have taken a job that will require me to move to the Los Angeles area. I can only take one slave with me.”
He moved up to me and put his hand on my chin and made me look him in the eye. He said, “I would prefer to take you. I prefer my slaves to be young. They fuck better and can stand a lot more torture.”
He then went over to my mother and made her look into his eyes like he had me and said sternly, “I had expected you to be dead by now but obviously you are made of sterner stuff than I thought. Because of that I decided to have a little contest to see which of you goes with me. The loser will be dead by the hands of the winner. The way this works is that you have to climb the rope that is hanging in front of you. The bar will rise up with you as you climb up. After you have climbed at least half way up, a spring loaded mechanism will raise the base of the platform that the bar is attached to up about a third of the way. Here’s the rub though. As you climb, the rope will be shortened on the other side. If one of you climbs faster than the other, then that person will be raised higher and higher. There is a knot in the rope that will hit a trigger and drop the person on that rope down onto the pointed bar. That slave will fall and when the bottom of the bar hits the platform, it will be driven up through the core of the slave, causing them to die a slow and horrible death while impaled on the rod. The trigger will cause the sharp rod on the other slave to drop away, ensuring that they are not injured further. The time starts when I say go. If you decide to refuse to climb, the bar will rise up and torture and kill you both. So keep that in mind before you refuse to climb.”
My step father turned and walked away. While we were waiting for him to tell us to go, my mother said, “I’m sorry I got you into this mess. I didn’t know what he was really like before I married him. Please climb up fast and let me die. I can’t stand to live another day like this. I couldn’t stand it if I caused you to die.”
I was crying as I sobbed out to her, “I love you mom. After I learned that you were alive after what I did after our time in the maze, I promised that I would never do anything to ever hurt you again after what I did to you in the auditorium. I can’t do this mom. I thought I killed you once. I couldn’t live with myself if I killed you again. I love you too much.”
My mom thought about it and seemed to finally make a decision. She said, “Let’s climb up at the same pace until we get to the top and just hang there. We will both hold out as long as we can and when we can’t hold ourselves anymore then one of us will drop and kill ourselves instead of each other. That way you won’t be responsible for killing me and I won’t be responsible for killing you.”
All I could say as I cried was “Oooookaaay” and shook my head yes. So that’s what we did. When master said go, we watched each other and steadily climbed the rope. The rods in our cunts went up with us. I saw that mom was really struggling with the climbing. I was in much better shape mentally and physically because she had been tortured so much. I climbed slowly to make sure that we stayed together as we climbed. The thing was that the rope that we had already climbed doubled up and remained slack. It took us a while but we eventually climbed up to the top and couldn’t go any higher without tripping the trigger. I looked down and saw that we were between thirty and forty feet in the air.
As I was looking down I heard my mother calling my name over and over. I looked up until we were looking into each other’s eyes. I could see the pain in them as well as the love. Once she saw that I was listening to her she said, “I love you Lisa. I am so sorry for everything. Promise me that you will continue to live on. Promise me you won’t take your life. You’re much stronger than I am. You can handle anything they dish out, I know you can. Promise me you won’t commit suicide or anything like that. Promise me that. Please promise me that.”
I was crying desperately by then. I knew that she was up to something. I could always tell that about my mom. She kept asking me to promise that I would do everything I could to survive and finally I nodded and cried out “I promise.”
As soon as my mother heard me say I promise, she let go of the rope and fell. Of course her rod had a sharp point just like mine and when she let go, it was driven in a little bit. It was enough to cause her to scream in pain as she fell. When the base of the rod hit the raised platform it came to a halt and her body weight and momentum kept carrying her downward. This drove the rod up through her body, forcing the tip out through her throat. Her scream increased exponentially as the bar was driven through her body. I had watched as my mother sacrificed herself to save me. Truth was that I was thinking about doing the same thing just before she made me promise to fight to stay alive. I knew the despair that drove her to commit suicide in order to protect me. I was there at that moment. At that moment I thought I had lost you two forever and my mother was dead. I couldn’t imagine life going on any more. I wanted to die. I had wanted to die so bad that I let go of the rope myself. I had forgotten that master had said that when one of us fell it would trigger the rod to fall away from the other. I fell to the floor and screamed out in pain as my feet hit hard. I thought I had broken one of my legs but it ended up I just tore a ligament in my knee. It hurt like hell and I screamed. I screamed from the pain, from the loss of my mother and from my failure to end it all. I just lay there in shock and cried uncontrollably.
Finally a couple of senior Doms came over and picked me up by my arms. They carried me like that because I couldn’t walk. I was taken back to the room where you two had been crated up. When we entered the area and I saw that the crates were gone, I started crying uncontrollably again. It just reinforced how alone I was. My master must have realized that I was in a suicidal frame of mind. He instructed the two Doms to stay by my side and ensure I didn’t try to do anything to harm myself.
We waited for several minutes before a doctor and some other medical people came in. They had a portable X-ray machine that they were pushing. The two Doms pulled me over to the machine and handed me to the doctor. The machine was obviously designed to be able to move around so that there would be little pain for the patient. But the doctor seemed to take great pleasure in pulling and twisting my hurt leg and knee into every possible contortion he could. I screamed in pain with each tug or pull of my leg. When he was done, he told my master, “She has a torn ligament in the knee. It really should be attended to surgically but she could get by without it. She will walk with a limp and her knee will keep popping out but on a positive note, that will make it very hard for her to run away.”
My master answered the doctor, “She won’t have very many chances to run away. She’ll be spending most of her time in a cage. As a matter of fact, they should be here soon. Can she kneel on her knees?”
The doctor answered, “She can but it will be very painful for her.”
My master smiled and replied, “Good. I wouldn’t want her to enjoy life too much.”
About that time I heard the squeaking of wheels. I looked back at the entrance and saw that they were pushing a cage into the room. It is the same cage that I have lived in since and the one that is out in that building I just came from. That has been my home for the past two years.
I was still an emotional mess from watching my mom kill herself to save me. I still wanted to kill myself if I could get a chance because everyone that I cared about in the world was now gone and I was sure I would never see any of them again. The next thing I know I’m being pulled up and taken over to the cage. I was made lean over the cage and to put my hands down on top of it. They cuffed my wrists to the cage and then they stepped back. The next thing I knew, I felt the sharp pain of the whip hit my back. But just as that whip was being pulled away, I felt another sharp pain as another whip landed. The two hits surprised me but I didn’t scream. I had been caned and whipped much harder and was able to withstand most of the pain from a whipping. But they kept at it. Soon my back was on fire and felt raw. I finally started screaming in pain from the constant whipping. It felt like my skin was being stripped from my back it hurt so much. I eventually started crying and begging for them to have mercy but they kept it up. After what seemed like hours they unlocked the shackles holding my wrists. But they weren’t done yet.
The two Doms quickly threw me down on top of the cage on my back the long way. I screamed in pain when the bars hit my raw and whip striped back. My head hung over the end of the cage and my ass was at the other end. They spread my legs and cuffed my knees to the sides of the cage so that I was essentially doing the splits. One of the Doms stepped up to my head and stuck his cock up to my lips. Even though I was in severe pain from lying on my freshly whipped back I opened my mouth and took his cock in. The other Dom quickly stepped up to my ass and forced his rampant cock into my cunt.
They began to fuck me like that. For the first couple of minutes that is all they did. Then the guy fucking my mouth brought a flogger down on my stomach. I groaned in pain from the strike that landed across the left side of my belly from my belly button down to the top of my thigh. A few moments later I felt a sharp pain across my right tit, wrapping around under my arm. They kept on fucking my mouth and cunt and whipping me with floggers. They spaced them far apart at first but quickly sped up to where they were whipping my front like they did my back. They started alternating whipping the left side of my front and then the right side. They kept it up as they fucked me. I was quickly screaming around the Dom’s cock in my mouth. They had been at it for at least fifteen minutes before they started showing signs of cumming. The one in my mouth began fucking me harder and deeper and at the same time he began to whip me harder and quicker. The other Dom took his cue from him and began to whip me harder and quicker as well though he didn’t fuck me any faster. After another couple of minutes I was screaming almost constantly from the constant assault on my body. Of course that added stimulation to the Dom’s cock in my throat and he finally came. I coughed and sputtered as he came down my throat. I wasn’t ready for him to cum because I was in such pain and was screaming. I took a breath just as he spurted a jet of cum in my mouth and I ended up having a coughing fit. Finally he finished and pulled out.
The guy fucking my cunt kept at it for several more minutes, paying extra attention to my tits with his flogger. They were already filled with pain but he seemed to be trying to turn them into hamburger and kept hitting them harder and harder. As he continued, my master stepped up and leaned down in front of me and looked me in the eye. He tauntingly said, “Wasn’t it nice of your dear sweet mother to kill herself and turn you over to me. She knew that I really didn’t want her and wanted you instead so she ensured that I got you by killing herself. Now wasn’t the nice of her?”
I didn’t think he expected an answer. I thought he was just trying to rub it in. But suddenly I felt a slap on my face followed by a backhand. I screamed at the additional pain. Now I was being whipped on my tits and slapped in the face. As he slapped me he said, “I asked you a question slave. Wasn’t it nice of your mother to kill herself and give you to me?”
I was so distraught I wasn’t thinking and I blurted out between screams, “No, ‘scream’ she killed herself ‘scream’ because she couldn’t stand ‘scream’ to see me kill myself ‘scream’ to stay away from you. ‘scream’ She hated you ‘scream’ and I hate you. ‘scream’ You’ve taken everything ‘scream’ away from me that I ever loved. ‘scream’ I don’t want to live anymore. ‘scream’ I’ll kill myself ‘scream’ the first chance I get, ‘scream’ you wait and see. ‘scream’”
That was obviously the wrong thing to say because he grabbed the flogger from the Dom that had already cum and began to flog me over and over as fast as he could. I screamed terribly from the horrendous pain. I would have been crying too but by then I was all cried out and all I could do was scream out my pain. During that time the Dom fucking my cunt came and quit whipping me. When he pulled out, my master began to whip my cunt over and over again. I don’t know how long he whipped me but he eventually stopped and again he leaned down and asked me the question. I couldn’t take anymore whipping so I told him what he wanted to hear. I told him, “Yes.”
He handed the flogger back to the Dom he took it from and looked back at me and said, “I know you only said what you wanted me to hear. Your first answer was the truth. And since I can’t trust you to not take your own life, your new home will be this cage. You will live in this cage for the rest of your life. You will stay naked while you are in it so you can’t use your clothes to try and take your own life. You’ve made it abundantly clear that I can’t trust you to be out on your own so you will never be allowed out of that cage except when I want to play with you or allow others to play with you. I was only going to transport you in it but now it is your home. I hope you come to like it. Cage her up gentlemen. Do it just like I instructed you.”
The two Doms unshackled me from the cage. One of them went to the end of the cage opposite from the opening and began to put a couple of dildos onto screws that could be adjusted up or down. What I didn’t find out until later was that the dildos were filled with a fluid. When I fucked back onto the dildo, it triggered it to inject my cunt or ass with a liquid that would cause an intense itching. But if I fucked myself on the dildo’s the itching would decrease and become bearable. If I didn’t fuck myself, the itching would become more and more intense and eventually turn into a burning pain that was intolerable. That made sure I would constantly fuck the dildos to keep the itching under control to only release more of the liquid into my cunt and ass.
While the one Dom was putting the dildos up, the other was leading me to the opening of the cage and having me get down on my hands and knees. He put a harness of some kind around my waist and had me crawl backwards into the cage and line up with the dildos. When I got to the back of the cage I had to bring my knees up under me and sit back down onto my heels and lean all of the way forward. The Doms then reached in through the bars of the cage and lifted me until my ass and cunt lined up with the dildos. They forced me onto the dildos until my ass was against the back of the cage. One of the Doms held me in place and the other one took the straps hanging from the harness around my waist and buckled them around the bars. At first it was very tight and I couldn’t move much but he loosened it enough that it had an inch or two of give so that I could fuck the dildos but couldn’t get off of them. Next they each grabbed a leg and pulled my knees apart until they were at the edge of the cage and they shackled them there. One of them ordered me to put my hands on my head and when I did he cuffed them together. He took my hair and divided it in two and braided it around my hands and one of the bars so that my head was hanging by my hair. As long as I held my head up it wasn’t a problem but if I fell asleep or moved too much then it hurt terribly.
Each of the Doms took one of my nipples and began to pinch and pull on them. They were already sore and stiff from the whipping and it was extremely painful. They were soon swollen bigger than they ever were. Master got involved at that point too. While the Doms were pinching and pulling on my nipples, he started doing the same to my clit. It too was already swollen from the whipping he had given it. Finally I heard him say, “I think she is ready. Get ready and when I say now, do it.”
I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about and I couldn’t turn my head to look and see what they were doing. I heard some fumbling around and heard the sound of something that sounded like a torch. Finally I felt a tug on first one nipple, then the other and finally my clit. I heard master say “Now” and immediately felt searing pain in all three places. They left the hot needles in that they had just pierced my nipples and clit with, and grabbed the rings and then quickly pushed the rings through. They each took turns closing the rings and when they were done, they connected a chain to them and then pulled them to the bar of the cage just under me and pulled them, stretching my hurting nipples down until my tits were cones. That’s when they finally hooked the chains. It was quite painful. While they were stretching my nipples down master was attaching a chain to my new clit ring and pulling back on it. He pulled it as tight as he could, causing a lot of pain, and attached it to a bar of the cage that the dildos were attached to. I soon discovered that it wasn’t a cable or chain that master had used but was some sort of elastic. It allowed me to move a little but not much. I’m sure that it was intended to cause me to hurt myself with every thrust back and forth on the dildos but give me enough flexibility so that I wouldn’t damage myself. I heard the torch again and after a couple of minutes I felt a searing pain on my ass. I know that he branded me but I have no idea what it says. I’ve never seen it and never asked what it said. I was his slave and I just assumed that it was his way of claiming ownership of me.
Finally it seemed he was satisfied with how I was trussed up. He took a six inch dildo gag and presented me with it at my lips. I opened my mouth up and took it in. He buckled it to the back of my head so that I couldn’t spit it out. Once it was in he pushed a tube into a hole in the dildo. The tube was attached to a gallon of liquid. I assume it was filled with an aphrodisiac because after taking a drink of the water, I soon felt my cunt get wet and had an intense desire to fuck. Of course the aphrodisiac just made me fuck the dildos more, causing me to release more of the itching liquid into my cunt.
After that they put the cover over the cage that was on it when I was moved here. I couldn’t see out of it and I couldn’t do or say anything to make noise. I was like that for about an hour before I felt the cage being moved and loaded onto a truck. Apparently master had already loaded up all of our furniture and stuff that he wanted from the house onto the truck. As soon as I was loaded into the back of the truck we were off. It took a day and a half for us to travel from Washington to here. He didn’t take me out once.
My cunt and ass got real sore from fucking myself on the dildos. I quit fucking myself once and tried to sleep a little. That’s when I learned what happened when you stopped fucking. The itching got worse and worse until it burned with an intense pain. It didn’t stop until I began to fuck myself again. Every time the truck hit a bump, it pulled on the chains attached to my new nipple and clit rings. They were very sore from being cauterized by the red hot needles and that added to the pain every time I moved too far which the bumps in the road always caused me to do. Of course in a day and a half I was so very tired and even though I was hurting I would fall asleep towards the end but as soon as I did my hair would pull and I would quit fucking the dildos. The pain in my head and my ass would wake me up and I would start fucking the dildos again, even though my ass and cunt were sore as could be.
When we finally arrived where master was going to live, they began to unload the truck. I knelt there in my cage, cramping and hurting with a raw cunt and ass hole wondering when they were going to take me out of the truck. Finally everything went quiet and I can only assume that they had moved everything off of the truck because things got quiet. For several hours I was there in the truck all by myself in that cage, continuing to fuck back on the dildos to keep the burning down.
It was after it got dark that they finally came out to the truck and picked my cage up. As they carried me into the house I heard a commotion like a party was going on. It sounded like there were at least a dozen people there. The masters that were carrying me took me down to the basement that they had turned into a dungeon. It was an older home and the basement only covered about half of the area of the house. There was an area that had a shower head and an open drain by it at the end the stairs came down in. There was a half door on the right at the bottom of the stairs about three feet up from the ground that led to the crawl space under the half of the house that wasn’t the basement. There was nothing but dirt on the bottom and about four feet up there were the rafters and sub flooring. There were bugs and spiders under the house in that area too. I know because through that door is where they put my cage and where I lived when master wasn’t playing with me. There was no light except for what came in through the vents along the outside foundation of the house. I had bugs and spiders crawling over me every day and night and there was nothing I could do about it. It was a terrible way to live but I didn’t have a choice because that was what master wanted.
Anyway, as soon as they put my cage in the crawl space master opened the door and began to undo all of the shackles and chains attached to my nipple and clit rings. When he finished that he took the blindfold off and took the dildo gag out before untying my hair from the bars. He pulled me out by my hair, my whole weight pulling down hard on it as I half crawled on my knees and then fell out of the cage and down the three feet to the concrete basement floor. He left my hands cuffed behind my head so I couldn’t use them to take any of the weight off of him pulling my hair. I screamed in pain as he pulled me out, holding me up by the hair.
As soon as I was out of the cage, master took me over to the shower area. He turned the water on and it was ice cold. I learned quickly that there was no hot water faucet there so whenever I showered it was in cold water. Master took the braids out of my hair and took the cuffs off before ordering me to clean up. He handed me a scrub brush, one intended for floors not bodies, and some body wash.
While I scrubbed two days of accumulated filth from my body, master was hooking up a hose to a faucet. I was just about finished cleaning myself up when master grabbed my hair and pulled me down until my face was facing my knees. He made me stay bent over like that as he forced the nozzle of a hose into my ass. He didn’t use any lube and the nozzle was just a typical garden hose nozzle so it was very rough as he pushed it in. He turned the water on and soon my ass was being filled with cold water. He left it in for a long time and soon I was screaming in pain as my belly filled up with cold water. I started having cramps after cramps and found it hard to hold my position but I managed.
After what seemed like forever, master turned off the water and pulled the nozzle out of my ass. He stepped back quickly as the shitty water immediately flushed out of my asshole. Of course with the way he had me positioned, some of the shitty water got all over my nice clean face and in my newly cleaned hair. It took a while for all of the dirty water to flush out of my ass. By this time, my cunt was fairly burning from the aftereffects of the itching solution that had been in it for two days.
When all of the water was finished squirting and flowing from my ass, master hosed me down until I was clean and then stuck the nozzle into my ass again. He filled me up just like he had the last time and then let it drain out again. He did it two more times before he was satisfied that I was clean. After that he stuck the nozzle of the hose up my cunt and finally washed the burning liquid out of my cunt. It didn’t take away all of the burn but it greatly reduced it and made it tolerable.
When master was satisfied that I was clean enough, he threw me a hair dryer and pointed to a room in the basement on the wall opposite of the shower. He said, “Okay suckpup, through that door is an old vanity with a mirror. You will find makeup and a hairbrush in there. I give you fifteen minutes to make yourself presentable and then come upstairs. My new coworkers are giving me a little welcoming party and you are the entertainment for the night. Now hurry up and get ready. Don’t worry about clothes; you won’t need them as long as you’re my slave.” He turned around and left me standing there. I hurried to the door and opened it. It was a small room. It had black all over the floor and walls and a chute that came into the room where the window should have been. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was the room where they stored coal for a coal burning furnace. All that was in the room now was the vanity with a mirror that master talked about. I quickly sat down and began to dry my hair. I teased it and made it look as good as I could. I then applied make up as best as I could and when I was done, I went upstairs. All I had to do was follow the noise to find master.
When I entered the room, everything went quiet except for a couple of wolf whistles. I walked up to master and knelt in front of him in a slave’s position and waited. Master announced to everyone, “Okay everybody, this is my slave suckpup. She is the entertainment for the night and my way of saying thanks for all of the help getting moved in. Suckpup, I want you to go to everyone in the room and let them play with you for a couple of minutes and then stand in front of the fireplace.”
I got up and went to the left and stood in front of the guy there. He reached both of his hands up and took hold of my nipple rings and twisted them in opposite directions. I screamed in pain as I heard “Way to go Teach” being yelled out from one of the others. I stood there with tears streaming down my cheeks as Teach twisted my nipples and squeezed my tits. Soon he reached down and grabbed my clit ring and pulled it hard. I screamed in pain as all of the masters just laughed at me. That set the tone for the rest of them as I went to master after master. Some of them push their fingers into my already sore pussy and asshole. Finally after letting all of them manhandle me for a couple of minutes each, I went back in front of the fireplace and stood there with my hands behind my head waiting for orders.
I didn’t have long to wait before master appeared. He had a spreader bar in one hand and some nasty looking vice, tit clamps. They looked to be homemade and consisted of two blocks of wood with a screw to tighten them together on either side. Through each block of wood was about a half a dozen sharp spikes that were about two and a half inches long. I paled in fright because I just knew that master was going to be putting them on my tits. It turned out to be even worse than I thought it would be.
Master knelt down and after extending the spreader bar as wide as it could go, he attached it first to one ankle and then to the other. The bar spread my legs apart almost four feet. I teetered back and forth a bit struggling to keep my balance when he was done but I kept my hands behind my head. When he was done he took one of the tit clamps and threw it to me saying, “Now for the fun part. Take this clamp and put it on your right tit. I want the whole tit in the clamp and you are to tighten it down until the spikes hit the wooden part on the opposite side. I know it is going to hurt like hell and that you will not want to do it so we are all going to take turns whipping you until you finish with both clamps. I have brought up an assortment of whips and canes for them to use. Now when you turn the screw on the vice and push those nice spikes through your tits, I want you to do it with each strike of the whip or cane. The thing to remember is that if you only take small turns, it will mean more whippings while if you take nice long turns each time, you will be whipped less but it will hurt more on your tits as the spikes are driven through deeper and quicker.”
Master stepped back and picked up a long bull whip and then said, “When I say ‘NOW’, turn the screw to drive those pretty little spikes into your nice little titties while I hit you. That’s how it will go with each master attending the party.”
I put the vice up to my right tit like he had ordered and tightened the screw until the spikes were just touching my tits. Of course the row of spikes closest to my body was the first to touch flesh. I was trying to psyche myself up to turn the screw when all of a sudden I heard master say “Now”. I turned the screw as hard and fast as I could and screamed in pain as I felt the fire of the spikes puncture the skin of my tits closest to my body. At the same time, the bull whip lashed my back, right across my shoulder blades. I soon realized that he had broken skin with that whip because I could feel a couple of trickles begin to run down my back.
The next person up was Teach. He picked up a cat-o-nine tails that had knots at the end of each strand. He stood behind me on my right and when he yelled “Now” I turned the screw as fast and hard as I could, driving the spikes into the top and bottom of my tits and bringing the second row of spikes until they were as close to puncturing my tits as they could get without actually going through the skin. Teach whipped me across my lower shoulder blades as hard as he could and the ends with the knots wrapped around my body and hit my sides, stomach and my left tit. None of the strands broke skin but they all left little bruises where they hit and they were all very painful. I screamed and cried out in pain from the episode.
The next three members of the party to take their turns were members of the hunt team that master had been assigned to. The first of them took a small cane. He stood in front of me and I just knew what he was going to do. I braced myself and steeled myself to focus on turning the screw to the vice. All of a sudden I heard him say “Now” and I concentrated on turning the screw as hard and fast as I could. I screamed in agony as the first row of spikes was driven even further into my tits and the second row punctured my tits. The master had taken the cane and swung it up into my cunt, hitting dead center catching my clit at the same time. The pain was horrendous and I could barely keep myself conscious. Blood was dripping off of the puncture wounds as I stood there with one hand on the vice holding it and the other hand on one of the screws. It also felt like my clit had been mashed and continued to radiate a searing pain throughout my nether regions. If it hadn’t been for all of the stuff we had been through at Clearview I wouldn’t have been able to do it but nothing could ever be as bad as that maze we went through.
I was just barely back to awareness when I heard “Now” again. I quickly turned the screw but I wasn’t ready and barely turned it a quarter of the way around. I hadn’t been paying attention either. The master that was caning me had lined up on my left side and swung a cane into my left tit at the same time I turned the screw. Again a screamed in agony and my knees almost gave out. I struggled to keep my balance as I teetered back and forth. Before I knew what was happening I heard “Now” again. I wasn’t even ready and missed turning the screw on the clamp. The master whipping me had a Scottish Taws and he swung hard onto my ass. I screamed and cried some more both from the pain and from the lost opportunity to get the clamp down as quick as possible. But the strike on my butt helped me to get my balance so at least I had a moment to ready myself for the next strike.
For the next hour or so they all took turns whipping me and each time they did I had to turn the screw on the tit skewer clamp until they wouldn’t close anymore. By the time I had finished with the clamp on my right tit, I had been whipped what must have been thirty or forty times or more. I was in agony and crying constantly by then and that was just the first one. I began to shake uncontrollable as my master handed me the other tit clamp. He just had a sinister grin on his face. He stepped back as they all watched me prepare the clamp for the first whipping. I was shaking so bad that it took me too long and master stood up and began whipping me over and over until I finally had it on my tit like the other one. I ended up scratching my tits with the skewers as I aligned them up just like the other clamp. I was crying constantly by then. I wanted desperately to join my mother by that time also. The only thing that kept me from giving up was hearing my mom saying that no matter how bad it got, that I had to live.
Finally the second session of whipping started much like the first one. But this time I found it harder to turn the screw. There wasn’t anything wrong with the mechanism or anything, it was just that I was shaking and crying so much that I had a hard time turning it. I had screamed so much that my vocal cords were numb. When I screamed now, nothing came out but I was sure trying to scream. I actually lost my balance a couple of times and fell down. They did nothing to help me up. As a matter of fact they all stood around me and whipped or caned me until I stood up again. My body was nothing but a red welted mess by the time they finished. I felt like I did after one of the worst beatings we took at Clearview. The whippings went on until I finished putting the clamp on. It seemed like it took hours but from beginning to end it was only about an hour and a half.
After the clamps were on, master and Teach pulled me over to the middle of the room. Teach got down on his back and master made me straddle him. He didn’t have to order me to do anything, I knew what was expected. Still sobbing and crying I squatted down. I started to line Teach’s cock up with my cunt but he reached up and pulled it back to my asshole. I didn’t protest or anything, I just lined it up with my ass and sank down on it. I was sitting on his cock with my back to his face. He reached up and grabbed my clamped tits and pulled me back. It hurt like hell both in my tits and my ass. Remember that my ass was rubbed raw from almost two whole days of fucking and my cunt was too. I cried out over and over as he began to push and pull my clamped tits.
While Teach was trying his best to cause me as much pain as possible, master got down and lined his cock up with my cunt and rammed it in. It hurt like hell in my raw pussy but not nearly as much as what Teach was doing to my tits. They spent the next few minutes fucking me in my ass and my cunt. It hurt like hell the whole time and Teach never stopped pulling and tugging on my tit clamps. Finally master came and soon after that Teach did too. They were quickly replaced by a couple of other masters. They spent the rest of the night fucking me and torturing my tits with those clamps. I lost track of time after that. I was fucked over and over again. There were several of the masters that took great pleasure in cumming on me. I was a bloody cum covered mess when they got done.
When the last guy was done fucking me, I lay there on the floor in pain and in shock. Master came up to me and kicked me in the side to get my attention. I was so out of it that he had to kick me several times before I responded. Finally I turned my head toward him and looked at him. When he saw that he had my attention he ordered, “You’re done for the night suckpup. Take the clamps off and go clean yourself up. When you’re done, get back in your cage. You’ll find some food and water there for you. From now on, that is where you will stay. Don’t worry about going to school anymore. They don’t have an organization school here and I’m not about to send you to a public school. So get used to living in that cage because that is where you’ll stay whenever I am working. When you get up, make sure you clean up all of the cum that dripped off of you onto the floor. I’m going to bed now. If you haven’t cleaned things up to my satisfaction, tonight will be a cake walk compared to what I will do to you.”
Needless to say, I knew I couldn’t stand to endure anymore punishment like I had just been subjected to. I turned over and slowly pushed myself up as master walked out of the room. I finally got up and started to remove the tit clamps. I quickly realized that if I did that then blood would start coming out and would drip on the floor and stain it. That would get me in serious trouble with master so I stopped trying to take the clamps off. I hurried to the kitchen and got a bucket from the pantry and filled it with soapy water. I quickly took some paper towels and wiped all of the cum off of my body so that I wouldn’t drip anymore on the floor. I even stuffed a wad of paper towels into my cunt and ass to keep the cum from dripping out of them while I cleaned.
I took the full bucket of soapy water and moved as quickly as I could to the place where they fucked me on the floor. It was an old hardwood floor so at least I didn’t have to worry about stains. I had to get down on my hands and knees to scrub up the dried cum from the floor. Every movement I made hurt like hell as the weight of the tit clamps moved on my tits and tugged and pulled the spikes that were poked through them. I groaned loudly in pain as I scrubbed and cleaned the floor. As I cleaned, thoughts of escaping kept running through my head. I knew that if I did, I would be hunted and killed. That is what my master did now. He was hunting doggyslut so that they could kill her for escaping. It was tempting to just run away like she did but I knew that I wouldn’t get far. The way she did it eliminated any trail for them to follow. I knew that they would quickly find me. Besides there was that promise I made to mom to endure anything until I had a chance to get free of them. She didn’t say it that way but I knew that is what she meant.
After I finished cleaning up the floor and any spots of cum I dripped before I wiped myself down I slowly went over the entire area to make sure that I didn’t miss anything. I was really scared that I might miss even a little drop and then master would punish me for it. When I was satisfied that I had cleaned everything to master’s satisfaction, I went down to the basement and turned on the cold shower. Once I was in the shower, I slowly began to undo the screws of the clamps, one at a time. It hurt almost as much as the spikes were drawn out of my tits as they did going in. I couldn’t do it very fast; I just couldn’t stand the pain. So I did it a turn at a time, waiting a little between each turn to let the pain subside. As the spikes slowly came out of my tits, the blood flowed out in a steady stream. I was really glad that I had decided to wait to take them out. I would have never been able to keep all of the blood that flowed out of my tits from getting on the floor and that would have left permanent stains.
It took me over an hour to get just one of the clamps off. When I finally got the spikes pulled out, the blood just streamed out of the wounds. It took me about fifteen minutes to get the nerve to undo the second clamp. It was just as painful and I was quickly losing control. I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare or I knew master would be mad from me waking him up. I began to think about the maze and the horrible pain we went through in many of the electrocution stations. That helped me take my mind off of my current pain enough that I was able to slowly get the last clamp off. It also gave me motivation too. I had survived that maze after going through many more tortures than this clamp and knew that I would survive this too. It took me almost two hours to get the second clamp off.
I was exhausted after essentially getting no sleep for the last two and a half days. I just sat there on the cold concrete floor with cold water raining down on me. I stayed there, crying silently until my tits quit bleeding. Then I took the paper towels out of my cunt and ass. I knew that if I didn’t clean my cunt and ass out that I would find myself in a puddle of cum fairly quickly. I got the hose and turned the water on. I stuck the nozzle in my cunt first and washed it out. When I was satisfied that I had washed all of the cum out of it I forced the end of the nozzle in my ass gently and gave myself a cold water enema. I just filled my ass with enough water to make me uncomfortable before I would void it down the open drain and repeat the process. When I was done, I went over to the door at the bottom of the stairs. I opened it and crawled into my cage. I couldn’t figure out how to close the door after I got into the cage. I guessed that I would have to ask master to put a rope or something going from the door to the cage so that I could close it. I did notice that as I closed the door to the cage behind me, that light was starting to filter through the vents of the crawl space. I cried myself to sleep that first night, thinking about you, my lost friends and my dead mother.
The rest of my life consisted of staying in the cage except when master would take me out to torture or fuck. He loved my oral skills and he fucked my mouth often. He never really allowed me to suck him, he just stuck his cock into my mouth and throat fucked me. I had long ago lost my gag reflex and was able to take him easily. I ate and drank in the cage and lived there. If I had to go to the bathroom, I would have to go to the shower area and go in the open drain. There was no bathroom down there for me to use. I would just get out of my cage when the need arose and when I was done I would wash it down the drain with water and go back to my cage.
Whenever master would have to go away for several days at a time, he would always find someone to take care of me. That usually amounted to me, in my cage, being taken to another master’s home. While there they would have free reign to play with me all they wanted. I was fortunate that they never were as bad as that first night when it came to torturing me. Most of the time I was just fucked or whipped, and sometimes I was fucked by a dog. There was one time that I was left with another slave. She was the only one that was nice to me. She let me out of the cage for the four days that he was gone. She allowed me to do normal things and took me out to eat a couple of times. I enjoyed playing with her and having sex with her. Over the two days that master left me with her, I must have spent over half the time sucking on her pussy lips. She also liked to be fisted and I fucked her over and over again with my fist, getting my arm into her almost up to the elbow in both her ass and cunt. Unfortunately master only left me there once. I found out some time later that she had been sold to another master and never saw her again, though I did stay with her former master several times after that. I always wondered what happened to her.
The only thing that happened after that that was out of the norm happened last year. There was this one time that master brought a girl to the house that had been seriously tortured. She was in extremely bad shape when he brought her to the house. He brought her down to the basement and stuffed her in the cage with me. It was a tight fit for both of us and she was almost totally out of it. When he brought her down he told me, “This girl’s name is Brandy Carmichael. She’s had a rough night of it. It’s your job to nurse her back to health. If you do, you will have a new sister slave to keep you company. If she doesn’t survive, you’ll just remain alone. Of course if she doesn’t survive, you will be punished for letting her die.”
I did my best to take care of her. She really needed a doctor. She had strips of skin hanging off of her back and tits. I was able to find a box of rags in the basement that were fairly clean. I washed them out as well as I could in the water, but couldn’t really sterilize them. I asked master for permission to use the kitchen to boil the rags so that I could use them for bandages. He refused and told me to just make do. I was able to bandage up her worst wounds. I tended to her for days after that. She hung on going in and out of consciousness. I was never able to have a descent conversation with her. She was in too much pain. It ended up being all for not. She got an infection from one of the wounds and it quickly overwhelmed her weakened immune system. Over the next few days, I had to share my cage with the dying girl. It was terrible to be that close to someone who was dying. I cried for her over and over again during those days. I tried to clean her wounds but she needed antibiotics and the infection quickly advanced into her deeper tissues. She slipped in and out of consciousness and I think she knew she wasn’t going to survive. The last time she came too she looked at me and said, “Tell my mom and dad I love them. Tell Jade I’m sorry for not being there for her.” That’s all she was able to say. She died that night. I held her in my arms the whole night and tried to whisper encouragement to her but she passed away in my arms. I cried for her over and over again.
When my master found out the girl was dead, he took her away and disposed of her. I have no idea where he took her just that he got rid of the body. It took him the better part of the day to get rid or her body and then he came back. When he got home he immediately came down to the basement. He slammed open the door and after opening the cage he reached in and yanked me out by my hair. He pulled on my hair so hard that he yanked some out, hurting me like hell. I screamed in pain and reached up to try and take some of the pressure off of my hair. There was nothing I could do though and he dragged me to the center of the basement. As soon as he was there he pulled down a rope that was on a pulley attached to the rafters. He quickly locked the shackles that were on the end of the rope to my wrists and pulled me up until I was on my tip toes.
When master had me hanging like he wanted, He went and got his favorite whip, a long single tail whip with a knot on the end. It stung like hell when it hit and the knot at the end left a deep bruise. He stepped back from me and after a couple of practice swings he began to whip me with the whip. Over and over he whipped me. I tried to count the number of times he whipped me but I lost count after about 50. That’s when I started screaming and begging him for mercy. But master never believed in mercy. He kept right on whipping me starting with my back, and then wrapping around to my sides and front, spending extra time on my tits and cunt. By the time he was finished with me, I was one solid bruise all over my body except for my face.
Master left me hanging there for several hours. At first I was too weak to support myself but after hanging by my arms for a while, it felt like my shoulders were going to be pulled out of socket. I struggled with every last bit of energy I had to get up on my toes when the pain got too bad in my shoulders. It took me a lot of effort but I was finally able to get my feet under myself. It was then that I noticed that master had lowered me a bit so that I was able to stand on the balls of my feet. That allowed me to hold myself up longer and with less effort. I soon found out that there was a reason for him to do this. He left me hanging like that overnight. There I was hanging there, my body hurting from the tremendous beating it had taken from the whip and straining hour after hour to hold me up so that I didn’t dislocate my shoulders.
I was on the verge of total collapse when master finally came and took me down the next morning. When he did he released the rope suddenly and I collapsed to the floor. I had no strength to stand without the help of the rope. Master grabbed me by my hair and dragged me over in front of the door to my cage. He left me lying there and went and got the flogger. He then began to whip me while he ordered, “I’m going to stand here and whip you until you get up and crawl in that cage. Just remember that the next time I give you a slave to tend to that you take care enough not to let it die.”
He began flogging me then. I was so weak that it was a monumental effort for me to just get up on my hands and knees. It was hard and the flogger was causing me so much pain that I just wanted to curl up and die. But I had promised my mother so I started thinking about the punishments of the maze and how you kept on encouraging me when I wanted to quit Aminda. That kept me struggling to first get up on my knees and then to lean forward and put my hands on the dirt in front of my stage. As he kept whipping me with the flogger I struggled and struggled. I was eventually able to get my right leg under me and push myself up with it while I pulled and then pushed on the dirt to get myself standing. Once I was standing I thought I had it made and would be able to just crawl into my cage. But master had other ideas. As soon as I leaned down and pushed my upper body into the cage, the whipping stopped. There I was with my feet on the ground, bent over the edge of the entrance to the crawl space and my upper body in the cage.
I just started to raise my right leg to try and crawl into my cage when I felt master grab my hips. The next thing I knew he was ramming his cock into my asshole as hard as he could. There was no lubrication, and no warning, he just rammed it in to the hilt in one swift motion. I grunted in pain as he slammed into me. I stood there like that for the next fifteen to twenty minutes as he fucked my ass until it was feeling raw. Finally he came in my ass. He immediately pulled out and leaned down and picked me up under my thighs. He lifted me up and then just pushed me into the cage. He slammed the door closed and then the door. I heard him fiddling around at the door for a few moments and then silence.
After sleeping for a few hours I woke up thirsty and hungry. I hadn’t eaten for over 24 hours at that point and was getting quite hungry. I was also very thirsty as well as needing to go to the bathroom. I turned around in the cage and tried to open the door. That’s when I discovered that master had locked me in. I couldn’t get out to get anything to drink nor to go to the bathroom. I turned back around in my cage and tried to go to sleep again but I couldn’t. I needed to both shit and piss too bad. Soon I felt the urge to shit become overwhelming and so just laying there on my side I just let it go and took a shit right there in my cage. I pissed there too.
When I took the shit I knew by the light in the vents that at least a day had passed since master locked me in. I fell asleep again after that. I hadn’t slept long before I felt something scrambling over me. There wasn’t enough light for me to see what it was but it was soon joined by a lot of others. After a few hours they seemed to be streaming into the cage from all directions. Some moved faster than others and some had more legs than others. There was eventually so many of them that I could actually hear them move.
It was about then that I heard the door being jiggled as master unlocked it. All of a sudden light poured into the area. Immediately master took a whiff and exclaimed, “Damn slut, what did you do, shit yourself?” There was a pause for a moment as he saw the pile of shit covered with bugs. After pausing a moment, he ordered angrily, “I was going to feed you slut but I guess you already took care of your meal. Now you turn around and eat this shit up, bugs and all. If you’re still hungry after that, I just might feed you. Now get busy.”
I didn’t want to do it but as you know I have done worse. I slowly turned around and saw that there were cockroaches, ants and millipedes all over the shit. I took a couple of deep breaths and leaned down to begin eating. I knew that the trick was to just take a bite and swallow. It was the bugs that added to the difficulty. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward and forced my mouth down over the pile of turds. I took a small bite, bugs and all, and swallowed. The shit I could tolerate but the wiggly legs of the bug as I swallowed almost made me throw up. After all that we had been through together though, I knew I could do it. I quickly swallowed the nasty concoction and then leaned forward and took another bite. I didn’t even try to think about it. I just took a bite and swallowed then took another bite. When I got to the bottom of the pile, I ended up getting dirt mixed in with the shit. By the time I was finished, I felt a funny feeling in my stomach. It took a bit to realize that it was the bugs struggling for air and being dissolved in the acid of my stomach.
After I was done I looked at master, who was standing there with his cock hanging out. I sighed and without waiting for orders I leaned forward and took his flaccid cock into my mouth. I was hoping that all he wanted was for me to suck him off but I soon found out that wasn’t the case. As soon as I had his cock in my mouth he started pissing. I swallowed as quickly as I could and just managed to get all but a couple of drops out of the corner of my mouth. When he was done pissing he just stood there. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I started sucking him hard. When he got hard I started deep throating him over and over until he came. When he was done, without saying a word he set a bowl of water in my cage and turned to leave. As he was closing the door he said, “You’ve had enough to eat and drink for today. If you are able to keep from shitting and pissing yourself until tomorrow I’ll let you eat some real food. If you can’t then you know what’s for dinner.”
As much as I wanted to drink that water, I knew that if I did I would have to go to the bathroom. I did take a mouthful and rinsed my mouth a little but that was all. I curled up in my cage and cried. I was still sore from my whipping and now I was hungry. I just hoped that I wouldn’t get diarrhea from the bugs and shit I ate. I stayed like that for over twenty four hours. I knew from the light from the vents that it was at least that long before master brought food and water again. This time I had been able to hold it. When he opened the door he let me out to go to the bathroom. He made me clean up in the shower too before he let me get back in my cage. I cheated while I was cleaning up and drank as much of the shower water as I could before I finished, without master knowing of course. He never said anything so he either ignored what I was doing or I got away with it. When I was finished pissing, shitting and showering, master let me back in my cage. I found a bowl of slave gruel there and began to eat ravenously. After I crawled in and started eating master closed the door and locked it again. That is how it went from then on. I was locked into the cage in the crawl space for 24 hours and then let out to piss, shit and shower. The only change to that was when he took me out to torture or fuck, or both.
After that it was just my normal life as a slave. I was taken to Master Charlie’s house some time ago and my master never returned. I’ve lived in that cage almost continually since then because master made Master Charlie swear to keep me in the cage, even if he never returned. I wasn’t allowed out to exercise or anything like I was at home. I had to resort to exercising in my cage to keep myself from withering away. After a couple of months, I realized that master wasn’t going to come back. I only hoped that my new master, Master Charlie would let me out of the cage. Unfortunately I was ignored more than ever. I was beginning to wish to be taken out and tortured just so I could have some contact with other humans. When Master Charlie’s two slaves came and prepared me for moving, I thought I was going to be sold to someone. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe that I would end up back with you guys. I am so happy to be with you guys again. You are both a dream come true. Now tell me how you ended up here.
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Aminda and Michelle told Lisa a shortened version of their story about how they ended up with Sarah. They told her how doggyslut had escaped and assumed a new identity. How she had a second child that she gave up for adoption and by wild coincidence she became the nanny for her without knowing she was her child. They told her about seeing the arrests of the people in Washington that resulted in freeing Michelle and how Karen/doggyslut got involved and ended up bringing down the whole Coch organization. How Sarah was injured by the hunt team her master was a part of. How they had shot her but ended up being killed by the security team they had with them. How Sarah’s parents and doggyslut’s good friends got killed in a plane crash that caused doggyslut to fall apart from the feelings of guilt and promised to become Sarah’s slave. How they both had come to feel that they still needed a master or mistress but one that would show them love but give them the type of discipline and control that they felt that they needed. Finally they told her how they had pledged to be Sarah’s slaves.
By the time they were done telling the shortened version of events leading up to their being where they were, it was dawn. The light was shining through the windows of the basement and right down on them. There was a long pause after they ended their story before Aminda said, “You know that you have a choice now. You can choose to be free or you can choose to be with us and be Mistress Sarah’s slave. Michelle and I would love for you to stay here with us and be one of us. It seems only right that the three bitchpups stay together but we will understand if you want to be free.”
Lisa looked into Aminda’s eyes and tears started to form as she did. She rolled over to her and hugged her tight and cried. These were tears of happiness however and not of sadness. She finally got control of her tears and said, “When I wrote that letter back at Clearview declaring my love for you Aminda, I meant every word. I might not have demonstrated my love as vividly and dramatically as Michelle but it was heartfelt. Something inside of me died when I thought I would never see you again. I have that back now that I am with you again. So if you are slaves to Mistress Sarah then I am too. What about school? Are you guys going to school?”
Michelle giggled as Aminda told Lisa about what Mistress Sarah was doing at the school. How they came to control the administration and some of the teachers. How they met Charlie and the decision to allow him to move in with them which allowed her to be reunited with them. How they were currently running for student government and that one of their lead competitors for the Junior Class president had been caught stealing and Mistress Sarah traded the right to enslave the girl to Charlie in exchange for her.
Lisa was amazed at the story. She gasped out, “You mean that Mistress Sarah wants me?”
Aminda answered, “Yes. She wants to have all four of the bitchpups.”
Lisa looked at Michelle and said, “I think your sister has the makings of a very powerful Mistress. She has to be a couple of years younger than we are and look at what she has accomplished, albeit with your help. If she keeps it up, she will be very powerful indeed. I would be honored to be her slave alongside you guys. I can’t imagine living without you guys now that I have you again. I never want to be separated again.”
Aminda hugged her tightly to her again. Michelle scooted closer and hugged the two of them. Aminda slapped Lisa on the ass and said, “Now turn over and let us see what kind of brand your old master gave you.”
Lisa turned over and both Aminda and Michelle leaned over her butt to see the brand on her left butt cheek. It was the silhouette of a dog being sucked off by a girl. They both laughed and Michelle said, “Boy are you in for some teasing at school with that.”
Lisa smiled and said, “I can handle any amount of teasing with you guys there with me. But if you’ve been in school all this time, I’m not likely to be placed in the same class as you. I’ve never gone beyond the eighth grade.”
Finally the weariness of the previous day’s events caught up to them and they fell asleep.
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