Pooch's Story
Part 11 Into the Fire (II)
"Squat down and release the rod ,.... cunt," Marla ordered. Marla was
careful to keep her voice as humorless and cold as she could without breaking
out in laughter. It had become a personal challenge. She wanted to maintain the
atmosphere of torture and personal degradation, that she had so skillfully
created, for as long as she could.
Pooch let her body do what she had struggled so hard and long against.
She expelled the sanding rod from her anus sending a sheet of pain to her brain
as most of the remaining skin was ground out of her shit hole. And then it was
over. Finally, Pooch thought, the worst was past and even though badly damaged,
her ass hole could start healing. For a short while Pooch was in heaven, so
great was her relief.
"See those floor stocks over there," Marla pointed to a massive set
of stocks that held their victims arms and legs on the floor with the legs
straight and spread while the arms were shoulder width apart and also straight
leaving her back parallel to the floor in a touch the toes position. The stocks
forced this position by clamping the legs at both the ankle and just below the
knee, and the arms at both the wrist and just under the elbow. Pooch would be
completely exposed between the knees and elbows and would be forced to maintain
the very uncomfortable position for as long as her mistress wished.
Pooch crawled over to the unusual contraption and saw that Marla had labeled
it, right leg, left leg etc., making it clear where everything went. She got up
and placed her legs in the appropriate positions and pushed the two halves of
the device that locked her legs, together. As the device closed Pooch's legs
were forced to be perfectly perpendicular to the floor and well spread. Forced
to bend entirely at the waist Pooch reached down with her hands to place her
palms on the floor. She could only wait in this position for someone else to
close the arm section of the stocks. It was Shandra that came over and kicked
the arm section shut, restraining the slave in the way that only stocks can.
The camera, tracking the signal from her collar had paned over to the new
location , focusing on her bloody ass. This would be a very uncomfortable
position to maintain for any extended period.
The human body is designed to stand upright, the wrists are not designed to
bear weight and neither are the shoulders. The backs of Pooch's legs were
stretched tight, hurting at the backs of the knees and along the thighs. The
position was also unstable, with no leverage to balance herself, Pooch's muscles
constantly worked to prevent falling backwards or forwards. Another one of
Marla's additions was a small closet. As Pooch watched, the two women remove
their outerwear and hang up their clothes, her fear returned.
Shandra now only wore stockings, a garter and no panties as a red brassier
supported her ample bosom. Marla was left with black panties under black
pantyhose and a matching black bra. Marla scooped out a handful of red liniment
that sat in a pickling jar. When Pooch saw what was coming the silly grin
immediately vanished from her face. Her teeth clenched and all the muscles in
her face clenched. As soon as Marla's manicured finger tips touched Pooch's
skinless anal ring the effect was the same as if a blow torch was stuck up her
ass. This was beyond anything that she had ever felt. Marla continued to push
her entire, fiery liniment covered hand into her slave's rectum. The shitter's
walls were scraped and bleeding in spots. Marla felt her slaves anal ring close
around her wrist. She began to open and close her fingers and rotate her wrist
expanding the walls of Pooch's large intestine. Pooch went hysterical. How
could she still be conscious, Pooch thought. Just as she thought that the pain
was at its worst Marla withdrew her arm and shoved a baby finger into Pooch's
torn urethra.
"Such ingratitude," Marla chortled. "Here I am trying to prevent
infection and I don't even hear a thank you. Remind me to punish you for this
insolence before the end of the day, if I forget. Did you hear me?" Pooch
frantically nodded her head trying to save what she could out of the situation.
Her whole gut was burning Pooch couldn't believe the agony. "I don't
understand the fuss dear," Marla went on. "This is just standard
procedure for treating wounds. It prevents infection and speeds heeling so you
better get used to it. In a minute I'm going to do your back." Marla again
dipped her hand into the liniment jar.
Marla showed not the least hesitation in slathering her slave's whipped back
with the burning balm causing her unlucky drudge's whole body to feel as though
set ablaze. The feeling of being set ablaze in combination with being held
totally immobile by the stocks created absolute panic in the slave. Once again
Pooch lost all control of her bodily functions. Her stomach, in the midst of dry
heaves managed to spit up the puke she had previously licked off her Mistress'
shoes. Her bowels strained to evacuate, a little turd peeked out her shit hole.
Her bladder was still plugged or it too would have emptied. Pooch could not
acknowledge the intensity of the sensations in her consciousness except to think
they must be avoided at all costs. Marla thought, on the other extreme, the
back rub induced enema was humorous and it had the bonus value of justifying
more punishment for the errant slave.
While Pooch continued to try and support herself as her guts seemed to be
turning inside out, Shandra and Marla prepared for the next part of the training
session. Marla strapped on a twelve inch long, three inch thick dildo. The
massive dildo angled up like a real cock and had straps that ran behind Marla's
hips and ass to allow Marla maximum control as she prepared to impale her slave.
Marla took a handful of the fiery liniment and rubbed it all over the dildo.
Pooch realized from her experience during her trial that the extreme heat
wouldn't last at that level for long. While that knowledge gave her some hope,
it did nothing to deaden the excruciating pain of the fire on her raw meat.
Marla knew the pain would soon deaden, but she had some fresh stimulation
planned for Pooch before that happened. She was going to use her strap on giant
dildo to fuck Pooch's ass hole while Shandra shoved a more realistically sized
dildo down the slave's throat. There was a real purpose to this exercise. It
was to get Pooch used to being raped in this same manner by men who brag about
fucking whores to death. The slave had to have her insides trained to put up
with the new uses they would soon be put through. Her ass hole was being
savaged so that when it healed it would be covered with tough scar tissue and be
able to stand the constant onslaught of the driving cocks it would be subjected
to. The same could be said for first segment of her large intestine. It would
have to withstand cocks but also hands and fists, big, burly ones.
There were no penalties for fucking a slave to death.
On the other end Pooch had to be able to take the largest cock down her throat
without it splitting. Pooch also has to learn to manage her air, surviving by
grabbing some at the slightest opportunity, and not wasting oxygen by panicking.
Whoring for Marla would be the primary way in which Pooch would earn her keep.
At the rate that Marla spent money, Pooch could never keep up.
Marla had decided to play close attention to Shandra and try to see exactly
what she did. The two women would make the situation even more realistic by not
raping Pooch in any sort of pattern. Sometimes both of Pooch's ends would be
worked simultaneously, sometimes only her mouth and sometimes only her ass. If
Pooch was well used to taking this abuse before being rented out she just might
live for a few years.
The only things required of the slave, for this training, were to learn to
maintain her balance while being jerked all over the place by her users, and to
survive. The floor stocks were shaped to allow someone to stand comfortably
behind the slave to use her rear and to stand in front to use her mouth.
Marla casually watched as Shandra first pulled back the slave's head, by her
hair using her left hand and slowly begin to push the artificial penis into her
mouth to the back of her throat with her right. Pooch, at least, had the
presence of mind to take a deep breath before the dick cut off her air supply.
"Open those jaws wider," Shandra ordered. "I don't want those
teeth scratching this beautiful baby dick.
Maintaining a strong grip Shandra began to twist the dildo back and forth while
maintaining pressure, pshing it down her gullet. Marla could begin to make out
the location of the tip as it slowly began to expand her slave's throat, as she
stood transfixed watching the curious sight.
Pooch now had something else for her mind to focus on other than the fire
burning up her guts. Following the suggestion to relax in order to conserve her
air supply was easier said than done. The very position Pooch was forced to
maintain was strenuous. Add the sensation of being on fire while her throat was
being split open and continuously gagging, was not at all conducive to
relaxation.
Shandra continued to grind the end of the dildo against soft throat tissue
"Relax your throat muscles or I'll just tear through them and you don't
want that, believe me," Shandra demanded. These weren't words that Pooch
could ignore. She relaxed her throat muscles allowing the cock to slide in
another inch or so.
Marla watched as the budge descended further down the slave's throat. It was
now visibly clear that breathing would be impossible. The lawyer had never seen
anything like it. The budge extended from the front of the slave's jaw to her
Adam's apple. Shandra was about to go to work. She pulled the dildo back an
inch and with her left arm griped Pooch's head in a headlock.
Pooch knew what was coming would not be any fun. She had already been strictly
restrained by the stocks and the fist in her hair. Why was it necessary to be
further restrained in this way? Her answer came all at once as Shandra began to
pump the cock in and out through that bottom inch of gullet all the time pumping
harder and harder. Pooch was unable to utter the slightest sound at all being
totally deprived of any air.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her eyes tried to convey the pain that her
voice could not. She knew she was about to die and just wished that it wouldn't
take too long. Under the circumstances the exhortation to remain calm and not
panic seemed silly.
Shandra pulled the tip of the cock back into Pooch's soft mouth. The slave's
lungs gasped for new air.
One gasp, then a second... Shandra shoved the cock back all the way back down
again. This time she kept it there and began to twist it back and forth, again,
always maintaining pressure. Pooch had forgotten all about the fire and didn't
even notice Marla walking back to stand between her legs. Of course being in the
headlock limited her vision anyway. Marla surprised even herself. She felt
sorry for what she was about to do to her pride and joy, although it wouldn't be
all bad for Marla. The angle of the dildo made sure that an extension that ran
from the base would rub up against her clit even through her undergarments.
Marla loved being a slut, as long as it was outside her job it was a role she
could never stop playing. She had a great body and she enjoyed using it. It was
what she lived for. Ed was a great convenience to her. Not only was she lucky
enough to have a man she could actually love, he came with a great house and a
ticket to unlimited stimulation, Pooch. By being sweet to him she could also get
him to do whatever she asked. That was his main attraction. Marla was in charge
of everything. Marriage to Ed would just make it official. Life was very good.
Owning Pooch had now opened up the doors to play with the exciting people she
knew, people with whom she hadn't had anything in common with until now. All
these people exercised complete control over women, in some way, and now she did
too. They had common ground now and they could do business.
Long before Marla had thought about Pooch for her own use she had thought about
how much money could be made from her. First she thought about forced
prostitution, but the overhead, with only one girl and a forty year old atthat,
would eat up most of the profit and besides you could live off of prostitutes
without them even realizing that they are slaves. Pooch was a real slave and
could be forced to do what nobody else would. The answer Marla thought lay in
specialty work for Pooch.
Work for which people would pay a lot of money. If Pooch became a star Marla
could demand star money. There was a segment of the sex entertainment business
that was always looking for stars but found no volunteers. It was the torture
business. In this business girls normally only starred in a single feature. With
the proper training Pooch could become a continuing act, Marla thought.
The future star's thoughts didn't have the variety or pleasant quality that her
owner's had. Pooch had to breathe more than anything else and soon the pain in
her ass receded into the background. In the human hierarchy of needs, the need
to breathe beats the need for freedom from pain every time. The slave tried to
maximize the pleading look of her eyes. Tears streamed down uncontrolled. Her
bright red lipstick concealed the real blue color of her lips. Since she had
already evacuated any internal contents that she had available there was not
another signal that she could make to show her distress.
Just as her vision was beginning to fade Shandra pulled back the dildo in her
throat, far enough for Pooch to begin breathing again, and kept it there. She
left it in a spot where Pooch could catch a breath in between fighting off the
constant stimulation to gag. This new freedom to catch some air helped the
actress's mind return to the savagery that was taking place in her ass.
Marla began to feel at ease with the rhythmic thrusting of her pelvis.
The strokes became longer and harder. Moisture began to spread from the gusset
of her pantyhose to the surrounding nylon. Placing her hands on the savaged back
of her chattel Marla adjusted her position placing more of her weight on Pooch
and getting up on her toes with each drive. As the action became smoother and
more relaxed for Marla the cock drove inside deeper and deeper. Blood dripped
steadily from the ravaged anus onto the floor bellow sometimes even hitting the
wooden stock. The dildo glistened a bright red. For Marla the training aspect
of the exercise began to mater less and less. Her level of excitement, driven by
the feeling in her groin rapidly built to the edge of climax. All other thoughts
left her mind, her breathing grew to panting and her hands grasped onto Pooch's
back just over her armpits, her long nails burying themselves in the flesh.
Finally she stiffened and then convulsed in ecstasy as the orgasm swept over her
glistening, sweaty body.
Marla smiled as she thought about how much fun preparing her slave for her
future work could be. For a second she also had a vision of using the strap-on
on Ed's tight ass, wouldn't that be a surprise she thought.
"Looks like you need a bit of a rest," spoke Shandra. "Why
don't we switch places, then I can keep her ass exercising and watch you stretch
her throat at the same time? It's best you not be alone the first time you try
it." Marla agreed but was somewhat repulsed at the thought of the low bred
woman's cunt engulfing her strap-on dildo. Oh well she would have Pooch give it
a thorough cleaning with bleach later on.
With the agreement Shandra withdrew the hand held dildo from Pooch's mouth
while Marla pulled the oversize monster out of her ass, causing a small trickle
of pooled blood to splash onto the floor, falling from the almost skinless bum
hole. All that the slave could do with the temporary freedom of her mouth was
cry and pant for air. Her vocal cords where so bruised that speaking was out of
the question.
"I think just one more round of throat and ass fucking will be enough for
today, it is your first real session and you have so much work to get done yet.
I guess you noticed that because of your time in the infirmary the house is a
complete shambles. I expect that it will be at least presentable by this
evening. Then you will be facing your first official punishment session. I bet
you are as excited as I am about that" Marla let out a chuckle at her
slaves expense.
Pooch's mind was still too clouded from the oxygen starvation and pain, now
everywhere, to appreciate the significance of her owners words.
Right now what had most of her attention was the fire in her back side and the
ache in almost every joint demanding release from the god awful position she was
fastened in. While Marla undid the straps of her dong and handed it over to
Shandra, clarity began to return to Pooch's head but instead of being a benefit
it only served to make her feel even worse.
Shandra wasted no time putting on the dildo and adjusting the stimulating
prongs so they hit just the right spots on her plush twat.
Marla made a point of grabbing Pooch by the hair and pulling up her face so that
she could rub the slaves nose in the wet gusset of her pantyhose. "Take a
deep breath you shit. It's the smell of your real master, not me but my cunt.
You learn to keep it happy and wet and your life just might become tolerable. If
you fail your life will be a living hell." Pooch had to learn her real
position in the order of things and hers was well below that of her Mistress's
cunt.
Quite familiar with the use of a strap-on, Shandra stepped into position behind
Pooch, carefully nudged just the tip of the dildo into the wide open anus, and
then grabbed both of Pooch's shoulders and pulled her back while her hips thrust
forward. In a single powerful motion the 3-inch thick penis, now lubricated only
by her own blood, was buried up to the hilt in Pooch's savaged shit hole. The
speed of penetration not only unmercifully stretched and scraped the descending
colon but also literally punched the adjoining organs out of the way sending the
slave's stomach into a series of dry heaves and a fresh torrent of screams from
her unoccupied throat. Anguished, harch screams. Her throat was so raw.
Angered by Pooch's reaction to the invasion of her insides, Marla, still
clutching a fistful of hair, sent her other fist flying into the slave's face.
"Shut up and take it. I'm getting sick and tired of your cry baby attitude.
What are you going to do when there are fifty or sixty men lined up to use your
ass, huh? How do you think you're going to earn your keep?" Marla slapped
her chattel's head just to emphasize her point. All the while Shandra kept
driving in and out with long rapid thrusts "Now open our mouth nice and
wide like a good slave-whore, so that I can shove this big fucking man cock down
your slut throat. You've got two ends and I intend to have you use them both at
the same time." Marla looked over at Shandra to check that she was
watching. Shandra nodded her head telling Marla to proceed. Marla then applied a
headlock, just like she had seen before, and pushed the dildo right to the back
of Pooch's throat. Pooch's throat was already so badly bruised by Shandra it
hurt a lot, along with the sudden absence of air.
Just like before when Marla was ripping her ass and Shandra was savagely
abusing her throat, breathing became Pooch's number one priority. What Shandra
was doing didn't matter all that much now to Pooch. All her focus was on her
need to breathe. Nothing was moving in, or out, of her lungs. When she felt the
headlock tighten it dawned on her what she had to do. Pooch extended her lips as
far up the shaft as they would go and relaxed her throat, inviting the cock to
come farther in. She knew Marla wouldn't be pulling it out until she had
swallowed down all that was possible. Tears rolled out of her eyes one after
another. Pooch had the look of the damned on her face. She was sure her eyes
were seeing their last.
Pooch began to strain forward instead of pulling back and Marla loosened her
grip. This convinced Pooch that she was on the right track. Marla slowly
increased the pressure until Pooch's throat muscles just couldn't hold the hard
plastic dick out any more. The rippled surface bruised the throat even more as
it slid by. Her eyes bugged out. The dick stopped for a bit while Marla looked
over at Shandra for affirmation and Shandra again nodded her head, signaling
with her eyes for Marla to keep pushing.
She was only too eager to oblige. Marla gave the cock a bit of a twist and this
knobby throat plug filled more space. When it seemed that the visible bulge in
the throat had reached about half way to her collarbone Shandra shook her head,
no.
"Next time you can go back down to where you are now and then maybe a
quarter of an inch farther but no more than that each session." Shandra
said. "You need to stretch her throat without ripping it. In a couple of
weeks you'll see how easily she will take the entire shaft. Keep her away from
any food at least twelve hours before she does any real cocks....... Twenty-four
hours and she will be very hungry, Shandra smirked." While Shandra
instructed Marla on the proper use of the throat buster Pooch's need for air
grew desperate. Her heart and head were pounding and the burning feeling in her
lungs was driving her to madness. She didn't know what else she could do to get
some air. Her vision began to fade.
"Pull it back." instructed the perspiring Philippino madam. Marla
quickly jerked the dildo out of Pooch's severely strained gullet.
There was an immediate rush of air and loud wheezing around the huge intruder.
The continuous gagging returned.
"Just keep the dildo as stiff as you can while I finish her up."
Coming from the husky woman those words had a very ominous ring to them.
Shandra latched onto Pooch's scalp with both fists and began to yank her neck
back and forth as she used her arms to drive home the hard thrusts.
As Shandra pulverized Pooch's hind quarters Marla used the penis in the slave's
throat the same way, holding it tight as Shandra literally shoved her throat
back and forth against it.
Now that Pooch got some air she could struggle but with Shandra whipping her
head back and forth with considerable force made her struggle barely
perceptible. Her head was the only part of her body that could move more than a
couple of inches and that was being held in Shandra's iron grip.
It felt to Pooch much of her hair was being ripped out by the strength of each
pull and push. The cock Marla held against Pooch's throat also kept pounding the
soft tissue and cartilage. It was like a fist reaching in to the back of her
throat and pounding it, on the same spot over and over again. Pooch was sure it
would punch right through, as she tasted her own blood. All the stars flashing
in her head blocked her vision.
She tried to turn her head so the cock would hit something else but Shandra's
grip on her scalp was just too strong. It was Shandra who decided where her head
went and no one else.
Pooch felt a sudden increase in Shandra's level of tension as the madam
approached climax. The pull on her hair became even harder but the movement of
the shaft up her butt, stiffer but slower. Finally Shandra just shoved the
phallus in to the hilt and kept pushing against it hard with her mound While
bouncing up and down with her toes maximizing the stimulation to her clit Pooch
felt her ecstasy as Shandra came.
At last both mistresses withdrew their respective tools, the huge one up her
ass hole made a loud slurping noise as it was yanked out. Pooch was totally
spent and stood there trembling from the combination of shock and exhaustion. If
the stocks had allowed it she would have crumbled into a heap on the floor. The
filthy dildos were tossed onto the floor leaving a broad, wiggly, red smears.
Marla changed her grip on Pooch's tear streaked face cupping it in her hands
and gently caressing it with her thumbs. She squatted down in front of the
pilloried woman so she could stare into her face as she spoke to her. Marla
figured that it was possible to convey kindness without relinquishing any of her
power to the slave. Marla knew that it was up to her whether or not Pooch would
experience the sensation of kindness or whether she would feel the wrath of her
lord and master.
Marla understood well the power that getting someone's attention gave her. She
would have Pooch face her right in the eyes and depending on her mood make Pooch
feel like the worst part of her nightmare was over or make her feel that it was
only getting started. Marla decided that maybe it was a good time to show some
kindness.
The stocks were opened and Pooch collapsed to the ground. Bloody, sweaty,
exhausted and consumed by her pain she just lay there. Marla retrieved the
threadbare towel wet it and returned to wipe away the blood that was staining
Pooch's crotch and legs. Squatting beside her Marla stroked her slaves hair and
face.
"I know this is hard for you, but training for anything is hard at first.
You'll get used to it and eventually you'll see how it will pay off. One day you
will make me proud, only not today. Now get yourself together you still have a
long day ahead. As I have told you that since you were laid up in the infirmary
the house has been neglected somewhat.
I expect it to be in a of reasonable state by this evening. Now stand up."
Pooch tried her best to get off the floor but every time she moved new waves of
pain shot to her brain. The hurt between her legs was the worst of all. Inside
her body Pooch's cervix was pounding and her colon was burning. She didn't dare
touch her brownie; it was super tender having been rubbed raw by all the
oversized dildos that had used it. As soon as she began moving muscles would
cramp in response to it. Her throat had suffered with all manner of abuse but
nothing like what caused it to hurt like it did now. She hoped that they
wouldn't feed her for a while because Pooch had serious doubts if she could
swallow. Pooch looked down on her udders finding them badly bruised and criss
crossed with welts and cuts. Neither Shandra nor Marla had held anything back
when they had laid into the slave girl earlier on. They had aimed at all her
tender spots. A lot of people watching over the closed circuit television
channels were hoping that Pooch would bebeaten again. They were paying big money
to watch girls being tortured and humiliated, not coddled. Marla would make sure
that the audience would not be disappointed for long but Pooch did need some
time for recovery and Marla would try to get her some.
The two dominatrix's grabbed Pooch's shoulders and helped her up. Pooch
couldn't imagine that it was possible to hurt more. Every muscle and joint ached
but this was minor compared to the hurt inside her body, hurt that was the
result of her rape by the hard diodes and the injection of her cervix. Her
cervix was still swelling from the histamines. In addition she now had to try
and stand on feet still swollen from the cane. While Pooch was trying to get
accustomed to standing on her own Marla brought over what was to be Pooch's maid
outfit.
"I'm dying to see how you look in these shoes," Marla commented as
she placed a pair of ankle boots on the floor along with a pair of extremely
sheer black seemed stockings and a shiny black PVC garter belt. "If you
need to steady yourself you can lean against the whipping post, but hurry up and
put these on, you don't have much time." Accepting the suggestion Pooch
hurried to comply, leaning on the post as she slipped on the expensive stockings
and fastened them to the garters.
The boots were highly unusual. They resembled a cross between an extremely
high-heeled pump and a ski boot. The material they were constructed from was a
super smooth, high gloss black plastic. The heel was slim, six inches high.
Around the top of the boot ran a shiny steel rail to prevent leg irons from
slipping down onto the boots and possibly marking them. The most unusual feature
though was the closure of the boot. They were closed by a set of three buckles
just like ski boots except that these latches were not adjustable and once
closed required a key to release. The boot was designed to make the foot conform
to the boot, no matter what.
"Those stockings cost me twenty dollars a pair, you'd better not get any
runs in them or you'll pay dearly." Pooch tried to slide her foot into the
boot carefully spreading the two sides apart as far as they would go. Her foot
slid easily along the smooth surface till the last couple of inches where it
narrowed at the toe. Inside the boot there was nothing, no padding only the hard
plastic shell. As she pushed hard Pooch worried if she had left enough slack at
the toe of the nylons so they wouldn't stretch and tear as they were forced
along the sides of the boot. With the foot finally wedged in Pooch needed to use
both hands to close the buckles. She now had a new pain center to focus on.
Soon both feet were throbbing as the slave tried to maintain her balance.
Running away from anything in these just wouldn't be possible. "Do you
remember this?" Marla held out the series of leather straps that Pooch
recognized as the spreader brassier, only this one was shinny black coordinating
with the rest of her outfit and the straps were longer to allow for the
increased size of her udders. "You put it on and put it on tight. Believe
me, you don't want me coming over to adjust it." This particular item had
always been Pooch's most hated piece of clothing. The bra was made up of three
individually adjusting straps that surrounded each bag. Each strap was studded,
only not on the outside but on the inside. The studs actually had a purpose
besides causing pain. Once dug into the breast meat they wouldn't allow any
slipping of the straps especially when the back strap was tightened and the
udders pulled sideways until one nipple faced right and the other left. Now she
was so much larger, that her melons could be pulled sideways far enough that the
nipples pointed backwards. Her feet hurt like mad as she stumbled around
trying to keep her balance and do up the torture bra. There was no give in the
shoes; they felt like they were carved from rock. She couldn't imagine what it
would be like to actually walk in them.
Marla knew that if she wanted, she could make her slave run in them, and
doubtlessly would at some future time.
In a few minutes the pain from her udders would eclipse all the minor
irritations Pooch now felt. Her chest was already painful to the touch, soon she
would be trying to pull her bags right off and only succeeding in causing
herself more hurt. The studs although dull buried themselves deep in the flesh.
Marla wanted Pooch to be able to dress herself and also apply sufficient force
while strapping herself into the udder harness, as it would be called from now
on, Marla had conveniently made a few unique adaptations. The first was that the
back straps of the harness were tightened simply by pulling on the loose end of
one of the straps which passed through a buckle similar to an automobile's seat
belt buckle. The straps could only be tightened while the harness was on.
Knowing that it would be difficult for Pooch to reach behind her back and pull
the strap tight the way she wanted, Marla had two small holes punched near the
tip of the back strap. A long leather belt with matching hooks on the end could
then be temporarily attached. Pooch could now grab hold of the long belt, that
even allowed her to use both hands, to pull with a great deal of force, yanking
her now torpedo shaped jugs right around her sides, underneath her arm pits.
When tightened to the slave's satisfaction she could then reach back and unhook
the pull strap.
Marla was extremely interested in just how tight Pooch would go with all the
straps. She knew that it would be almost unbearably painful to her slave but she
had warned her of the consequences of insufficient force and this would be a
good test to see just how much the toilet slave feared her mistress.
Marla was not disappointed. By the time Pooch stopped pulling on the back strap
both udders were peeking backwards from under her pits and some of the dull
studs embedded in the breast meat had torn through the skin leaving tiny
rivulets of blood leaking from under the leather bands. Marla would have settled
for less, but why spoil a good thing, she thought. Pooch was so scarred of Marla
that she was willing to rip off her own tits to please her. It was the level of
fear, that Marla was looking for.
Marla walked up to Pooch and started trying to stick a finger underneath all of
the bands. They were so tight that she couldn't force a finger between leather
and flesh. Marla made a mark with a permanent marker, on each strap where it
left the buckle.
"If I catch you doing up the buckles any looser than this, it will cost
you a trip to the very whipping post you are standing beside. You'll have a date
with a bull whip that could last for hours." Stepping back to admire her
slave Marla admonished Pooch. "Now... isn't that better? We got the
overgrown udders out of the way so you could see what you were doing. Though it
is a bit disconcerting to stand behind you and see your nipples pointing at
me." Pooch rested her biceps on the sides of her own tits. She could no
longer lower her arms to her sides.
Marla looked down towards the slaves cunt.
"I guess Ed had those eyelets attached to your pussy lips so he could seal
you up from unauthorized stimulation, but I have quite another use for them.
Marla picked up a Popsicle stick sized, gleaming, piece of metal, with three
evenly spaced hooks running along it. Hooks that could be closed against the
metal bar. Centered on the opposite side of the bar was a single ring.
"Spread your legs, I want to see your cunt." The terrified slave
spread her legs, not knowing what would come next.
With the curious metal bar in one hand, Marla squatted down in front of Pooch
and parted her sex with the other hand, isolating one of the inner pussy lips.
She clutched it near the top and pulled up and out, continuing to stretch it
until the spaces between the eyelets in her pussy lips matched the spaces
between the hooks. She passed the hooks through the holes and locked them shut
against the steal.
"Did you see what I did, cunt?" Pooch nodded her head.
"Here, ... you do the other side." Marla handed the slave a second,
identical bar.
With unsteady hands Pooch fastened the hooks to the opposite inner labia, just
like she was told. Marla then brought out what looked like a short piece of
piano wire with small locks at each end.
"Here, fasten this to the ring on one of the bars and then pass the wire
behind your ass and connect it to the ring on the other bar." Trying not
to show any hesitation, Pooch did as told having to pull hard on the wire and
pull out the normally hidden lips a long way before she could lock the wire onto
the opposite side. Her sex was now displayed for all to see, the inner labia
pulled over the fronts of her thighs, exposing her vagina and even her urethra
for the world to see. From now on every step and movement would tug and stretch
her tortured labia minor.
Marla finished up by fastening the leg irons around Pooch's shins.
"Is an omelet all right with you?" Marla asked Shandra.
"That's fine but I like mine hot and spicy," Shandra responded.
Marla turned to Pooch and explained to her like she was retarded.
"Use anything that you find in the kitchen, but they better be good! You
will serve us lunch in the living room. Shandra and I have some planning to do
for your debut tonight. But before you start working in the kitchen you will
assist us in getting dressed and then take a few minutes to fix up your face and
hair. When you're done you can pin this maids cap to your hair." Marla was
so thrilled to have someone she could totally boss totally control and never
complain, never snivel, never leave her.
With these words Pooch's life in service of her Mistress began.
Awkwardly at first she stumbled around the basement fetching clothes, dressing
her superiors then trying to make herself look presentable, though she was not
sure what that was anymore. She stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds
trying to recognize the person that was looking back. The face was still
attractive though in a whorish sort of way, but the rest of her could have come
from another planet. Her arms were now held away from her body, kept that way by
her enormous bags that made her look like she was wearing water wings. Her sex
now gapped open as the center of attraction, a bull's eye invitation waiting for
an arrow to strike. Her legs were still shapely helped along by the new boots
that looked so dainty and sleek, achieving this effect at the cost of crushing
her feet, but this was invisible to anyone else. The leg irons, now riding high
above the boots, so shiny and polished almost looked like they were jewelry,
kinky perhaps but jewelry non the less. Finally there was the bright red collar,
screaming out "Toilet Slave," in sparkling rhinestones, for the entire
world to see.
Pooch couldn't believe it but her nearly shredded vagina began to visibly glaze
over. It was betraying her to the world. The slave was lubricating. She
shuddered to think that she could not maintain even this secret.
Pooch slowly and carefully had to relearn how to walk in her new shoes.
The rigid nature of the shoes required her to step higher and bring the boot
down flat on the ground, rather than heel first, to minimize the stresses on her
feet. She was glad to see that the new, higher, position of the leg shackles
made it much easier to keep the chain from dragging along the ground. Pooch
thanked her lucky stars that the leg irons were smooth enough not to snag the
stockings. Marla had told her she better keep the seams straight at all times.
It would reflect sloppiness on Pooch's part and be punishable by a whipping. The
stockings were so incredibly shear she couldn't imagine they would last through
the day.
Knowing Marla had paid so much for them made the slave sicken. She knew Marla
would be really steamed if one developed a run. It also meant that jobs that
would have seemed simple before would now become hard because she could no
longer kneel. Her knees would have to be kept off the ground unless absolutely
necessary, such as when being ordered into a kneeling position by a superior.
Pooch was forced into keeping all her weight on her feet where the boots
continued to do their work, brutalizing her feet. The noise they made to the
slave was a 'clickity-clop on the playroom's concrete floor.
Following behind her superiors Pooch lifted a leg to take the first step up the
stairs, and out of the hell that the playroom had become, she was hit with a
stabbing pain in her lower gut. The step had caused some compression on her
inflamed cervix and now it started to heat up. The nerves normally reserved for
detecting heat were becoming compressed and firing. Each step up the stairs
refreshed the stabbing pain. The slave kept going knowing that the only way she
could keep living would be to work through the pain.
Pooch would do everything for her mistress and Ed. In addition, her mouth would
become her Mistress's private commode and her tongue would replace all uses for
toilet paper. She would do all cooking, cleaning, and laundry. She would help
dress and undress the household. She would be called to turn the controls of the
television or radio as she became the universal remote control. Pooch would run
baths and do the lathering of her Master and Mistress. She would pick up the
napkin that fell off Ed's lap and replace it. She would even iron the socks, and
make sure closets were always organized and neat. Pooch would put on and remove
all shoes and keep them impeccably cleaned and polished. She would provide the
entertainment, thoughit it wouldn't be very entertaining to Pooch herself. She
would be the maid. Most important of all she would earn enough moneyto make
Marla rich..
While mistresses one and two ate their omelets in the living room Pooch stood
at strict 'attention' waiting, no trying to anticipate their needs. 'Attention,'
for Pooch meant standing straight with her legs spread as far as her irons would
allow, hands behind her head, fingers interlaced, and elbows pointing straight
out to the sides. They may have been wasting precious time making her wait when
she could have been working on her chores, but that was not Pooch's concern now.
To follow instructions not question, to suffer not have kindness or comfort were
her role now. Long after they had taken their last bite Pooch was instructed to
fetch the bowl of vomit, and meet them in the kitchen.
"Put the bowl down on the floor," Marla instructed. "Slaves eat
off the floor. Not because you still retain some humanity, but because I don't
want to stop and redo your makeup,..... you can use a spoon." "Kneel
in front of the bowl." "You know that I shouldn't be giving you a
spoon. what I would really like to do is step on your head and shove that sluty
face right to the bottom of the bowl and hold you there till your nose and eyes
were full of vomit. How dare you puck out my glorious shit. My shit is a gift to
you to be treasured and appreciated and not brought up......... You just don't
know how much that pisses me off." "Before you begin to eat your
lunch you better take a minute to review the commandments I've given you. Both
Shandra and I will be watching for you to fuck up. I can't wait till you
do." Pooch was devastated by Marla's words. She knew damn well what they
meant. They meant that she would now be putting on a show. Pooch would have to
show no reluctance to do what she was told and she had to show great pleasure in
performing this most repulsive task. It also probably meant that she couldn't
let any of the vial substance dribble down her chin or she would be guilty of
sloppiness. The worst of it was that she knew that she would not be allowed to
succeed. She would be pushed till she failed and then she would be punished for
failure. She would now pretend to enjoy her mistress's regurgitated feces so
that later she could be whipped for not enjoying them enough. And so the charade
began.
Pooch was given an old wooden spoon. One where the front edge had worn down and
there were slivers of wood missing making for a jagged edge. It would not be
easy to avoid getting vomit smeared all over her face because the spoon was big
for her mouth. Pooch could sense that there would be a collision between the
shit going down and the shit coming up.
It would end up spewing all over the room as both her stomach and lungs joined
forces to clear her body of what she just had to somehow keep down.
On her knees and bending over the bowl Pooch dipped the spoon into the center
of the excrement and smiled a wide broad grin. Her look said, "I just can't
wait to get this spoon to my mouth. I love to eat other peoples regurgitated
shit." Pooch was now far too terrified of the whip to put anything less
than her best effort into the performance. She completely blanked out of her
mind what it was that she was eating. Everything went into maintaining the smile
and being ladylike when trying to get the big spoon into her mouth. She new that
there was no real chance of Marla being satisfied with her but if there was so
much as a tiny sprig of a chance she had to try......And so the spoon kept going
down empty and coming back up full.
What she had already once consumed, early that morning Pooch ate up for the
second time. Each spoonful became more difficult to get down than the last. She
had to time swallowing between bouts of heaving. Pooch prayed that the heaving
wouldn't be considered as signs of revulsion, but how else would Mistress
interpret it? Maybe, she though, if I could truly imagine my Mistress as being a
real Goddess then maybe I can imagine the shit as being very good? So she
pictured Marla sitting on a golden throne, her radiance glowed creating it's own
light. Marla was the most magnificent female in the universe. Provocatively
dressed and flawlessly coiffured. Pooch was right. It made getting down the
poop a lot easier. The vision of Marla lingered in the slaves mind for a long
time after the last bit of brown had been licked out of the bowl and Shandra
picked it up for an inspection. Pooch had certainly tried to get every last spec
of brown off of the bowl. After all the she had eaten there was no significance
to avoiding the last few bits. Pooch prayed she hadn't missed any.
Shandra just handed the bowl over to Marla without a word. Marla looked at it
then put it down,.... again without a word. She didn't need any more cause to
punish Pooch. There was quite enough as it were.
"As you continue to straighten the house I wasn't you to check and see if
we need anything at regular intervals. I expect the house neat and tidy by 4:30.
That's when my guests and technical crews will start showing up and you will
receive final preparations for tonight. Don't embarrass me" Pooch didn't
fail to see the irony in Marla's statement. Her mistress was doing everything in
her power to maximize her humiliation and yet was concerned that perhaps the
house might not look tidy enough for her depraved friends. The knowledge that
her punishment would not be a private affair between herself and her mistress
but rather a public spectacle with assistants and an audience sent new waves of
terror through her already over stressed mind. Marla, alone, punishing her was
cause enough for concern but Marla trying to impress an audience was cause for
sheer terror. Again Pooch had to fight back her stomach's desire to revolt.
Pooch pushed herself as hard as she could to accomplish her task of
straightening out the shambles that was Ed's house. In a way she was grateful
for the task and the pressure to complete it because it allowed her to think
about something other than what going to happen that evening.
Catering to the whims of the two women, however, did become quite an annoyance.
They were watching torture videos and discussing the merits and the pitfalls of
what was happening, on the screen. Marla was taking notes. It was something that
the slave would rather not have seen but the constant trips into the living room
to check on the women combined with the times that she would be called into the
room for some trivial reason like adjusting the volume on the television, made
it impossible for Pooch not to notice what was going on.
Pooch saw a woman, perhaps in her late thirties or early forties, much like
herself bent over a bar and having her ample derrière literally being removed,
chunk by chunk, with a barbed flail just like the one now hanging from the wall,
like a piece of art. Chunks of flesh could be scene being ripped out with every
lash. When the flogging stopped for a moment it wasn't to provide the hysterical
victim with a moment of rest but rather so that the torturer cold scoop out a
handful of salt from a barrel placed beside her and rub it into the hamburger
that had once been her seat. Pooch could not believe that this poor woman
remained conscious, but not a single woman, that Pooch witnessed being taken
apart that afternoon, ever passed out.
Another time a young blonde lady, just a teenager in appearance was fastened to
a metal frame, on her knees with her head severely forced back. In her mouth was
a funnel gag and a line up of people waited to urinate into the funnel, both men
and women. As if this wasn't enough her nose was clamped shut so that the only
way she could breath was by first swallowing any liquid in the funnel. Her belly
was distended by the amount of piss she had swallowed but there appeared to be
no end to the line of people waiting their turn. Urine leaked out of her nose,
coughed up by lungs that where constantly inhaling drops and squirts of it. In
between swallowing streams of piss the girl coughed and gasped incessantly. When
Pooch returned latter the same girl was being forced to vomit and then
repositioned back in the frame, in front of a new line, to start all over again.
Pooch remembered the film she had been forced to watch during her trial and
the assurance she could avoid the same fate if she showed genuine attempts and
enthusiasm. Now Pooch was terrified she knew she would soon be the girl on the
screen, it was her new role.
When Pooch stumbled in, still unsteady in the awkward boots, to check on Marla
and Shandra at around two thirty, Marla decided that Pooch had worn the spreader
bra for long enough. The slaves udders had grown quite numb by this point and
causing nerve damage to these magnificent structures would be quite counter
productive to Marla's future plans. Enhanced sensitivity is what she was
looking for and according to Dr.
Steve one way to achieve this was through repeated treatment similar to what she
had just undergone where nerves are stressed and suffer slight damage but not to
the point of killing them. When they recover often times they will grow
additional branches which are more sensitive than the ones they replace. Besides
Marla wanted her slave looking as good as possible for her debut performance and
some time would be needed for the mammaries to return to their normal shape and
not the sausage shape created by the straps.
Though not thrilled by the return of feeling after removing the brassier Pooch
was grateful for the small favors. She had actually been quite concerned that
the lack of circulation would kill the tissue and leave her either dead or at
least breast less. Now hanging as they did, however, the twin boulders did get
in the way of work making things at low levels difficult to see or knocking over
object placed near the front of a table or bureau while Pooch reached for
something near the back.
By three Pooch had the single greatest mess cleaned up, that being the disaster
once referred to as the kitchen. Hallways and other common rooms like the family
room and living room were straightened out much more quickly.
While working in the living room Pooch watched a particularly beautiful
Oriental girl undergoing a torture that made the toilet slave shudder.
She had been suspended, up side down, by wires wrapped around her toes, although
her big toes were left free. The wires had cut through most of the skin and were
now impinging on the small bones. Her hands were also bound with wire behind her
back. A foot below her head was a bed of hot coals radiating heat upwards from a
reflective metal bowl. What had previously been long black hair had flared up in
flames as soon as the girl had been lowered leaving some first and second degree
burns on her scalp. She had instinctively protected her pretty face by looking
upwards as her sumptuous locks were destroyed. She had been given a true
dilemma. She could just hang there as her head slowly roasted or she could
escape by ripping off her toes and falling head first into the glowing embers.
A small additional inconvenience was the swinging of the wires activated a
bellows blowing air through the coals increasing their temperature. It
appeared that the only way she could survive was to jerk her body violently,
repeatedly and quickly while trying to put as much of her weight onto the toes
of one foot. If she wasn't quick she would succumb to the blistering heat of the
bellows stoked fire. Pooch's heart went out to the unfortunate victim as the
wires cut through one toe and then another. Her head and face began to blister
from the intense heat. Her lungs must have been cooking as well.
Shandra rubbed herself, her hand underneath her dress.
The Chinese princess didn't make it. She succeeded in having the wires tear
through the toes of one foot but when it came to the other she just ran out of
strength and passed away, her free leg falling limp exposing her genitalia as
one final indignity.
Watching Shandra diddle herself, Pooch found herself wondering what atrocities
this woman was capable of. She was responsible for much of the pain she was
experiencing right now both above and below the waist.
Curiously Pooch didn't find herself repulsed by the woman but aroused instead,
by the knowledge that she had to submit to this dominatrix who had such purity
of purpose. She admired the fact that this woman would do whatever needed to be
done to extract the last ounce of effort from each of er charges and never
accept anything less.
Pooch noticed that if anything Marla didn't look pleased with her guests crude
behavior. She hoped that it meant that her Mistress did not approve of such
extreme tortures and not just that her mistress was displeased with Shandra's
actions.
By a quarter to four most of the obvious dishevelment within the house had been
cleaned up and Pooch busied herself with vacuuming carpets while taking along a
pail with a brush and some upholstery cleaner to attack the patches of mud that
the vacuum just couldn't get. By this time she had also developed an urgent need
to pee and thought about how it would feel to remove the rubber encased Qtip
when she was instructed by her Mistress. Because of the damage done to her pee
canal that morning, the building pressure hurt more than what would be normally
expected. Still it paled in comparison to the anguish that was her feet and her
womb. Her udders, which had last been injected almost two days ago where feeling
a fair bit better. Some of the swelling was actually receding making them a bit
softer and more natural to the touch.
At four thirty Marla decided it was about time to brief her chattel on what
was going to happen that evening.
"At attention CUNT. Tonight is a very important night for you and I.
For me it is the culmination of a great deal of work and planning and for you it
will be a time of discovering the cost of less than perfect performance as my
slave. Soon the technical crews will begin to arrive.
You will be taken to the guest bedroom and prepared for punishment.
After your preparation you will greet my guests upon their arrival. At seven
o'clock you will be taken downstairs where I will introduce you to my guests and
the television audience and read off the list of your infractions. The penalty
phase will then begin. I expect you to be fully, completely cooperative
throughout the evening. You are not to forget at any time what you are and
accept the consequences of your shortcomings. As a slave you have been less than
stellar, with tonight that will begin to change. I need not remind you that no
matter how bad things get for you, no matter how painful, it can always be much
worse, and let me assure you that I will make it so if you give me even the
slightest reason, the slighest imperfection in your performance, the slightest
lack of enthusiasm on your part. I expect, no demand you behave with the
nobility of manner of being MY slave. You will not dishonor me. There is a
purpose to this evening for you and secondarily for me. What is most important
is the benefit for you. It will finally, indelibly, etch in you miserable slave
mind whose property you are and it will make you a better slave as you revel in
this knowledge. You will now have clear goals; you sole purpose in life to
please your mistress. For me it will provide the means to keep you as you WILL
become accustomed. Now do you understand? Answer in words, CUNT."
"Yes Mistress, Pooch understands." "Very good, Now that I know
you understand I will tell you what I expect from you tonight. First I expect
you to keep your mouth shut. I don't mean that you can't scream and weep.
Everyone you will ever meet from now on will enjoy listening to the screams of a
woman. You may even prey out loud. What you can't do is actually talk to anyone
but yourself.
Just to make sure I didn't make a mistake in this regard, if I were you I would
try to keep as quiet as possible. I expect that you will do everything you are
told to do and you will do it according to the guidance offered you in the
commandments. You will particularly pay attention to commandment number four.
You are a toilet slave and toilet slaves are not revolted by anything. And don't
forget that anybody at all can use you, any time, any way, any where, although I
can't understand why anybody would want to use those filthy holes of yours.
They must just be full of disease by know, and if they really don't have any
venereal diseases yet, they sure will soon." "Now when you answer the
door I want it done in a very particular fashion. You will only be opening the
door for guests that I have invited, so you have no security functions. After
you open the door you will move back up to the wall and stand at strict
attention, your eyes cast on the ground. My gusts may want to examine you. If
they do you will offer no resistance. When every one has cleared the door you
will close it and escort the guests to the living room. unless another room is
ordered. While you're waiting for instructions or between assignments you will
take up the 'worship position' with your head in the nearest unoccupied corner.
In the worship position either your head is in a corner or your ass is directed
towards the greatest concentration of viewers in the room. You will maintain
this position until given instructions otherwise.".
Almost as soon as Marla had finished her instructions to her slave the door bell
rang. Pooch went to answer it..
"That should be the makeup team. You will escort them to the guest bedroom
and from there you will follow their instructions." The slave girls heart
began to race. It was starting.
Pooch opened the door only to witness quite the bizarre sight. Standing there
were three people. At the front was a matching pair of the most beautiful women
Pooch could remember ever laying her eyes on, One raven haired the other golden
blonde. Both were gagged with red ball gages that had been inserted well back in
their mouths. Below the waist both women were encased in black latex, so tight
that Pooch believed the outfits must have been painted on. Even their hands were
covered except for the finger tips, which revealed perfect, red, long nails.
Their shoes were red patent pumps with heels that looked impossibly high.
Matching red collars and a pair of black satchels completed their outfits. A
chain ran from each collar into the hand of their burly African American
handler. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall and at least three
hundred pounds. Three hundred pounds of muscle.
"Right on time." Marla had followed Pooch to the door. The threesome
stepped inside the house.
Bubba disconnected the chains from the pairs collars. Take these ladies
upstairs and remember to do anything that they instruct you two. You are in
their hands now." Pooch led the way, while the two cosmeticians followed,
in lock step, right behind.
"So well trained, " Marla sighed.
Their sculptured bodies made Pooch look dowdy. Inside the bedroom the beauty
queens quickly went about their work. A hot bath was drawn in the adjoining
bathroom, filled with herbs and lotions. They had keys to the boots, probably a
universal set, and after sitting Pooch down on a towel placed on the bed, a
necessary safety measure, the torture boots were pulled of her feet along with
everything else, the vaginal spreader the stockings and her garter belt. One
girl cleaned and the other massaged Pooch as she lay in the divine tub. Her hair
was washed, and she was cleansed with soothing creams. Her hair was washed cut
and styled in a short but smart style. Her hands and feet moisturized, nails
clipped and lacquered in white translucent pearl polish. Every inch of her body
was examined and if necessary covered over with theatrical makeup. Her face was
changed from that of a cheap whore to the face of an angel using light clean
tones. Unless you were very close the toilet slave looked like she had never
undergone the beatings of the past week. Finally Pooch was dressed in a simple
satin dress, made from white satin , flowing down to end just above her ankles.
It was sleeveless held up by a pair of spagetti straps on her shoulders.
Pooch's legs were clad in a pair of white nylons held up by a lacy white garter
belt. High heeled strapy sandles adorned her feet.
She did not receive a bra but to her surprise a pair of high cut white panties
was a part of her outfit. Too soon the dream was over and Pooch's wrists were
tied tightly behind her back, the narrow wrists crossing each other, and she was
lead out of the room and down staires to great the guests.
