Thrilling Rape Fantasies - Illustrated

CHAPTER FOUR

Fiona gets up to answer the door as Alison sits there squirming uneasily on the couch, very much tempted to try to get up and run away but knowing that there is really nowhere in the apartment for her to hide. The idea of being costumed, cuffed and plugged as she is in front of some strange man suddenly makes her feel terribly self-conscious and fills her with anxiety. Her mistress returns to the room leading a kind of grizzled middle-aged biker type with sunken cheeks and a two day's growth of stubble. He is skinny but muscular. His greasy black hair is tied back in a pony tail and he wears old, faded and stained black jeans, a white tee shirt with a black leather vest over it, and engineer boots. On his hands he wears black leather gloves with the fingers cut off, and he carries a black doctor's bag. He wears a droopy black moustache and goatee and his bare hairy arms are covered with tattoos, as well as what we can see of his chest. He's got swastikas, snakes, skulls and demons all over him. From his earlobe dangles a large gold earring, and the vest is decorated with various bits of biker jewelry and nazi regalia. He chain smokes Lucky Strikes and his teeth are crooked, yellow and stained. Obviously this man has never been to an orthodontist in his life.

"Alison I'd like you to meet Spider…" says Fiona. Spider grins down at her wolfishly. "Hiya, kid…" he says, putting down his bag. The clipped and corseted girl stares down at her feet, trying to avoid his gaze. "Alison, that's no way to greet out guest…" says her wardress reprovingly. "Stand up so he can get a look at you. I think she's feeling a little shy…" the brunette explains as her captive unwillingly complies, slowly getting to her feet and standing there with her eyes downcast. "But isn't she a knockout? She's our latest little trainee. Turn around for us, honey…" Alison awkwardly does a pirouette, the chain between her ankles jingling as she steps, very much aware of his glittering black eyes upon her taking in the bright pink stripe decorating her exposed rear, the white strap bisecting her shaved and naked crotch, her throbbingly sensitive nipples with the little chain dangling between them. "Say hello, Alison…" her mistress commands. "Uhh… Hello, Mister Spider…" the bound girl stammers, unsure of how to address him. "You can just call him Sir…" Fiona corrects her. "Spider is a tattoo artist who sometimes does some work for us… he also does body piercing." Alison's blood runs cold. Slate had promised to have her pierced. Is this what he meant? What is he carrying in that little black bag? She stands there uneasily shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hands twisting behind her.

"Yeah she's a cutie, all right…" Spider grins… "Smells good, too…" His nostrils widen at the scent of floral bouquet and cunt honey that wafts from the embarrassed blonde. "So you're Slate's latest acquisition, huh? He sure knows how to pick 'em!" She says nothing. "Answer when you're spoken to…" Fiona demands, her hand already on her quirt. "Yes… Yes Sir… I guess so, Sir…" the cowed slave girl replies. "Yes, she's really quite lovely…" says the kinky brunette, "…And quite a performer, too! Would you like to see some tapes we made of her in action while she serves us lunch?" The greasy tattoo artist agrees that this would be most amusing, settling down on the couch and puffing on his smoke. Fiona goes over to the big-screen plasma

TV entertainment center and pops a tape into the machine, flicking on the remote. Immediately, the screen is filled with the close-up image of Alison's tear-streaked face eagerly sucking on Leroy's big black Johnson and wet slurping noises fill the room. The shackled young woman's face turns bright red with mortification. "And look… she can still blush, too…" points out Fiona with amusement. "Now don't you move…" She unclips Alison's hands from behind her back and refastens them in front of her. "Go get our guest a beer and an ashtray…" she orders her shamed captive, "And pour me a glass of wine. After that you can serve us our food. You'll find everything prepared in the kitchen."

Alison minces off to the kitchen as best she can, hobbled by the short chain between her ankles and feeling the plugs moving inside her with each step, the screw clips on her nipples giving her little twinges every time she moves. It's so tempting to try to remove them, but she knows Fiona is just waiting for her to make such a move. She can feel Spider's eyes on her wiggling white behind as she walks away and he briefly turns his eyes from the action on the screen. Standing there in the kitchen, putting their drinks on a tray, she hears herself moaning and cooing as the evil black stud pounds her… hears herself begging him to fuck her harder and faster with his big black dick. By the time she returns to the living room and sets the tray down on the coffee table, Leroy is giving it to her hard up the ass, her belt-lashed buns bouncing as she whimpers and grovels before him, obviously loving it and hating it at the same time. Spider's gaze is locked on the sight of her defenseless rectum being speared, her pinkish anal membranes being stretched and pushed and pulled and squelching around his cock in graphic detail. The degenerate tattoo freak's cigarette has burned down to a butt unnoticed in his hand, a two-inch ash about to

fall into his lap. He stares at the screen, the crotch of his jeans bulging with an erection which threatens to burst out of his pants. "So you like big black dick, do you, cupcake?" he asks her. "No sir… I mean yes, sir… I mean…" Alison doesn't know what to say. For some reason this seems to piss him off. "You dirty fuckin' slut… you worthless whore… you cocksucking bitch…" he curses her out. It seems the white-trash biker is a bit of a racist… doesn't approve of blacks and whites getting together, as it were. "Now calm down, Spider…" Fiona admonishes him lightly. "You can punish her later if you like. For now let's all just sit down and eat our lunch." Spider picks up his beer and chugs it, squashing the can angrily in his hand when he is done.

Alison returns to the kitchen for their food… a hero sandwich and another beer for their guest, a couple of salads and some sparkling water for the girls. She carries it back and sets it down before them. Fiona motions the girl to sit down on the couch, next to Spider. His dark eyes glare at her with a mixture of hostility, lust and contempt. She perches on the very edge of the couch uncomfortably, trying her best to nibble on the rabbit-food in front of her. As tightly corseted as she is, it's difficult to swallow anything, never mind the distractions of the plugs and nipple clips. On the TV the scene has changed to the following day as Slate and Fiona are now working her over, shaving her pussy and lacing her into the black corset, tying her to the bed and forcing the twelve-inch black rubber butt plug up her ass. A sick feeling of dread coils in her stomach as she sees Slate with the hypodermic in his hand approaching her wide-spread and hairless slit, slipping the two inch needle into her and depressing the plunger on the syringe, spearing her clit and probing deeper and deeper inside her. Spider leans forward beside her with an expression of fierce concentration on his face, the sandwich half-eaten and forgotten in front of him. Evidently he enjoys this sort of thing.

Alison sits in uncomfortable silence, trying not to notice the bulging erection in his dirty jeans. "Have we all finished eating…?" asks Fiona. "Then perhaps it's time for dessert. Alison's been such a good girl, she deserves a treat. Have you got something for her, Spider?" she asks teasingly. "Yeah I'll give her a treat all right…" says the greasy-looking degenerate. Fiona pulls the coffee table back and out of the way. "Get down on your knees…" she commands the frightened and humiliated blonde. "Yes, Mistress Fiona…" replies the servile young girl, ever mindful of the whip at her mistress' belt. As Alison kneels before the creepy biker, her mistress unclips her wrists and refastens them behind her back. Spider stands up and pulls down his jeans, revealing his long crooked crank. He's not wearing any underwear and the bound girl can see that he's got tattoos everywhere, even on the head of his dick. On the screen a closeup appears of the thick needles that Slate had thrust through her heaving tits, pulling back to reveal her face twisted in a mixture of suffering and desire. "Come and get it, cuntface…" sez Spider, thrusting his twisted veiny pecker up to the blonde's full and luscious pink lips and grabbing her by the ears. "Go ahead… suck him…" commands Fiona… "And make it snappy!"

Alison allows her mouth to open. Immediately he rams the full length of his tattooed and pulsating pecker into the back of her throat until her dainty nose is mashed up against his sweaty unwashed pubic hair and his balls are bumping off her chin. With her arms pinned behind her like this there's no way she can stop him from fucking her face like it was a pussy, which is exactly what he does. "URK… URK… URK… " she chokes as he mercilessly pounds it in and out of her, making the tears run down her cheeks. "Yeah… a face that's wet with tears is the best for fuckin'…" he gloats. "Suck my dick, you nigger-lovin' whore… SUCK IT…!" Spider watches the TV behind her intently as Slate forces her to confess how she loves big dicks up her ass, fucking her there until she screams in ecstasy and submission. She feels him throbbing in her mouth, getting ready to shoot, her tongue involuntarily tickling the bottom of his shaft. Something hot, vile and sticky splashes against the back of her throat as he forces her face hard against his belly, holding it there. "You swallow every fuckin' drop, you dirty little fuckin' slut…" he demands. And she does, gulping slavishly on his slimy unit. Down it goes into her belly, making her feel faintly nauseated. Finally he pulls out of her, wiping his cockhead on her face as she kneels before him gasping. "Now thank him for the yummy treat…" Fiona orders her. "Thank you sir…" she chokes, "Thank you for the yummy treat…" "That's a good girl…" he says, patting her on the head like a dog.

"You should get a lot of money for those tapes…" comments Spider. "Yes, soon they'll be in X-rated movie stores all over the country, although some of them might have to be sold under the table…" Fiona observes. "Our little Alison is going to be a big star… All she needs now is one of those fake names, like Vixxxen or Trashi or Viper…" "Howzabout Wanda Wetpussy…?" suggests Spider, laughing crudely. "Well, I dunno… Get up Alison… you can clear the table now…" replies the brunette, unfastening Alison's hands from behind her back and clipping them together again in front of her. The bound blonde's ears burn as she walks back to the kitchen, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She takes a sip of sparkling water, trying to wash the foul taste out of her mouth. Slate is going to sell these tapes? They are going to be distributed all over the country… the world? She knows that her life as she has known it is ruined. No decent person will ever want to associate with her again. She'll be branded forever as some kind of dirty lowlife whore… an object only of lust and ridicule, condemned forever to some kind of netherworld of creeps and perverts. The thought fills her with despair.

Dejectedly she walks back to the living room as the TV blares on, showing Alison getting her punishment enema, then down on her knees in front of the toilet licking he roommate's smelly twat. Fiona is sitting back in the armchair with a calculating look on her face. "Gee, Alison… You look a little down…" she says ironically. "Let's go back to your room." She rises and grabs the wretched girl by her nipple chain, leading her through the door to the bedroom. Spider goes to the kitchen to get himself another beer before following them, picking up his little black bag along the way. He goes into Alison's girlish bedroom all hung with lacy curtains and stuff and sits himself down on the straight-backed chair near the bed as Fiona leads her luscious prisoner back to the four-poster and pushes her down on her back, fastening her cuffed hands to the hook above her head. On the wall above the bed there now hangs a sort of plaque with a selection of whips, paddles, crops and straps hanging from it. It makes an interesting contrast with the frou frou that decorates the rest of the room.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a little pick-me-up" the sultry wardress says dulcetly. "Excuse me for a moment while I fix us something…" Fiona returns with her silver tray, filling a number of syringes and laying them out there. Alison lies there helplessly watching as her roommate sits back in the armchair, unzipping the crotch of her black catsuit to expose her neatly-trimmed black muff. Spider helps her find a vein in her fat pussylip and bang some shit in there. Fiona sighs in satisfaction. The creepy-looking biker then ties himself off with his belt and adds another to the long line of tracks up his arm. "Now this is what I call a party…" he says with an evil grin, exposing his crooked yellow teeth.

Alison still wants nothing to do with needles, but there's not much she can do about it. In point of fact, she can barely move. Fiona sits down on the edge of the bed, removing the screw clamps from the bound girl's tits and tossing them aside. Her nipples are red and swollen, throbbing painfully. "Trust me, cupcake… you're gonna need this…" her sadistic wardress says as she squeezes the air out of the first syringe, sending a squirt of fluid up into the air. Spider sits there idly jerking on his long crooked erection, which he has pulled out of his dirty greasy jeans. In truth the warm narcotic glow Alison had been feeling earlier has largely faded, and she is starting to feel jumpy and irritable, her mood despondent. Nevertheless, when Fiona brings the hypodermic up to her flagrantly displayed nipples, she shrieks and starts to struggle, hysterically thrashing around in her bondage and kicking her legs. "Now, Alison… this won't do… you're going to hurt yourself if you keep thrashing around like that… You've got to hold completely still…" The evil bitch puts down the hypo momentarily, her hand going to the quirt at her belt. "Maybe you need another lesson in discipline… Spider, give me a hand for a minute…"

Grasping the still-struggling girl by the hips and flipping her over on her belly, the dark-haired dominant grabs her by the strap running up between her ass cheeks, stepping her foot on the chain connecting the girl's ankles as Spider pushes her face down into the pillow. "NOW… HOLD… STILL… BITCH…' Fiona exclaims, punctuating each word with a lash of the whip, laying into her girlish asscheeks with all of her strength. WHACK! WHACK WHACK WHACK! At the first blow, Alison freezes, a fiery stripe of pain burning across her luscious ivory butt, instantly bringing tears to her eyes. As the blows continue soon she is crying helplessly, sobbing and wincing with each lash. The little whip is designed to cut sharply, leaving dark red welts that immediately start to swell. The bound and plugged girl's behind is a mass of flaming pain. "Now look what you made me do…" says Fiona angrily… "You've gone and ruined your mascara. Have you had enough…?" "Yes… Yes, Mistress Fiona…" the punished little sex slave whimpers… "I'll be good I'll be good… Please don't whip me any more…"

"Try to kick me, will you…" the brunette says, reaching down to clip the blonde's ankles tightly together. She then buckles a short leather belt tightly around the girl's shaking knees. This forces Alison's legs tightly together and causes the strap between her legs to cut more deeply into her crotch, making her gasp. Then she and Spider flip the trembling and sniffling girl back over on her back and the ugly biker sits back down in the chair, after completely removing his jeans, and resumes stroking his nasty bent tattooed crank.

Now that she has her captive completely immobilized, Fiona takes a tissue and wipes the tear streaks from her face, then goes back to her silver tray. "Just for that, I'm going to double the dose…" she tells the sniveling whipped blonde… "And with longer needles, too!" She fills a couple of more larger syringes, putting heavier gauge two-inch needles all around. Sitting down on the bed next to Alison, she holds a hypo in one hand as she mercilessly pinches and twists one of Alison's fearfully hardening nipples with the other, making the cruppered blonde squawk. Holding the tender pink bud firmly, she pulls it up and away from the girl's body, deftly slipping the needle up and into it at the base of her aureole, sinking it to the hilt into the bundle of nerves behind the tender pink buds. Slowly she squeezes out the solution inside bit by bit, pulling back and driving back in again and again to probe higher and lower, left and right, seeking out new areas of sensitivity. By the time she is finished, the area has swollen slightly and Alison's nipple and whole breast are suffused with a billowing warmth that slowly begins to percolate up to her head. Her eyes start glazing over and she breathes heavily… her chest heaving.

Fiona then goes and empties the second syringe in the shackled secretary's other tit, repeating the process. By this time, Alison is lying limply in her bonds, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open as the powerful drugs flow through her bloodstream, sending messages of languid warmth and hot tingling arousal up to her befuddled brain and down to her plugged loins. She squirms around in the bondage belt, her cunt and rear contracting around the instruments impaling her. She's starting to feel good again… so good… Her eyelids flutter dreamily as Fiona approaches her again with another hypo, once again gripping her swollen and throbbing nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She drives the surgically sharp point of the lance directly into the tip of her nipple toward the center of her breast. Bit by bit, she works the point in deeper and deeper, squeezing out more drugs as she goes, not stopping until the little nut at the base of the needle is pressed up hard against the moaning girl's bright pink pap.

Alison's entire being is transfixed right there where the tip of the needle is buried, feeling the thickness of the shaft piercing her right through the heart of her nipple, her half-numbed flesh clinging to its steely coldness. She can think of nothing else, is aware of nothing else, her whole existence coming down to this moment in time, the savage intensity of the sensation. The dreamy glow and the sparkling excitement spreads through her body, making her light-headed. The tightly-trussed sex slave moans in total surrender as Fiona pulls the steel out of her and moves again to her other side, starting the whole routine again with her right nipple. "UNHHHHH…" she cries as she is penetrated…. "AAAAAHHH… she sighs submissively as the drugs flow into her, filling her with liquidy heat and scintillating intoxication. Her hips are grinding on the bed now, working the plugs inside her, rubbing her little joy button against the tight cruppering strap. The degenerate biker sitting in the chair beside her bed is pulling furiously at his crooked wienie, breathing hard, beads of sweat forming on his forhead.

Alison's head is lolling around on her neck her eyes unfocused as the massive dose of drugs turns her into a totally compliant zombie. Every nerve end in her body seems thrillingly responsive from the powerful stimulants injected into her, yet there's enough hypnotic in the mix to keep her relaxed and docile, lacking the will or energy to resist. All she can do is lie there moaning incoherently. She hears voices but they seem to be coming from a million miles away as she compulsively grinds her stiff little clit against the strap between her legs and clutches spasmodically on the twin plugs that fill her hips. A shudder runs through her helplessly overstimulated and tightly bound body as the first of many orgasms suddenly washes over her. 'UNH…UNH…UNH…UNNNGHHHHH…!" She bucks her hips wildly for a moment as she comes, subsiding immediately back into a slow sinuous writhing within her bonds. "I think she's ready for you now, Spider…" says her black-haired mistress.

The demonic biker opens his black bag and sets up his tools on the bedside table, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. He swabs the area with some alcohol, which burns slightly as it evaporates. Alison squirms uncomfortably as he takes a pair of shiny forceps and locks them in place on her swollen and partially numbed right nipple. Opening a sterile envelope, he unwraps a steel 12-gauge piercing needle about four or five inches long. "Hold still, cuntface… You wouldn't want to spoil my aim…" Fiona leans in and pins the girl's shoulders to the bed, holding her steady. When she feels the coldness of its tip pressing against the side of her nipple through the hole in the tip of the forceps, the lovely blonde's eyes open wide and a sharp thrill of terror runs through her. "Oh God… Ohgodohgodohgod…" Alison lets out a sharp shrill scream as the sadistic tattoo artist thrusts the surgically-sharp instrument directly through one side of her tender pink bud near the base and with a steady even and relentless pressure forces it through to the other side. The tender pink skin stretches, stretches, and then suddenly the glittering point is poking through, opening the hole wider… wider…

The lovely blonde can only watch in helpless terror and fascination as Spider works the thing back and forth inside her a couple of times, making sure that the hole he has pierced in her will not close up again. "The mistake most amateurs make is making the holes too goddam small…" he comments to Fiona. "If you don't make them big enough they're liable to start healing up around the rings…" Leaving the barbaric instrument in place, he then repeats the process with another needle on her left side. The beautiful sex slave's bright pink nipples are now stretched and distended around the thickness of the lances thrust through her. Surprisingly, there is no blood. Although she feels little actual pain due to the overall tingling warmth permeating her breasts, Alison is so terrified she would probably shit herself if it hadn't been for the enema that cleaned her out so thoroughly before.

As it is, she can only lie there quaking and trying to hold herself very very still as Fiona hands her torturer a black velvet box which when opened reveals two silver rings, each about an inch in diameter and of the same gauge as the needles skewering her helpless tits. These are designed with a little gap in them to enable them to inserted in the holes the man has punched. The blunt ends of the rings where the gap is have little holes drilled in them which are threaded on the inside. Spider screws two little blunt points into the holes and smears them with a cauterizing or styptic ointment. Carefully, he pulls the thick piercing needles out and quickly threads the rings through the holes he has made. He unscrews the two blunt points, replacing them with little silver beads which are threaded on both sides, effectively closing the rings and locking them in place. They hang there glinting in the light. Unlike anything that has been done to her before, these little souvenirs will be permanent. Although the rings themselves are in fact removable, needing only to be unscrewed, the holes pierced in her nipples will be there forever, now that they've been properly cauterized. A wave of helpless sadness washes over Alison, who realizes that she has been scarred for life. "Looks good to me… " says Spider, packing up his little bag of tools.

Fiona bends down over the tightly-trussed girl, examining the rings more closely, taking one between her rubber-glove thumb and forefinger and pulling it gently. She is rewarded with a sobbing gasp. "Yes, I think they're adorable… Don't you, Alison?" The bound blonde is too terrified to speak. "DON'T YOU, ALISON?!" Fiona repeats, tugging harder on the ring. "Yesss… Yes, Mistress Fiona…" the newly pierced girl hisses quickly. "You realize of course that you are forbidden to touch them…" instructs the dark-haired dominatrix. "You will wear them always as a token of your submission, so that even when you are dressed normally or in a crowd of people, even when nothing is being required of you, you will be constantly reminded by the rings in your flesh that unlike other people your body is not your own, that you are in fact enslaved to another. It is he that has pierced you, and he who will always be present in the steel you wear within you, every moment of every day."

"Nice speech, Fiona…" sez Spider, puffing on a Lucky, "But can we get that harness off her now? I'll be coming back tomorrow to do her pussy and I'd like to take a look at it beforehand. Don't forget to clean the holes out with some of this lotion I'm leaving you when you're giving her a bath. It will prevent infection and keep 'em from scabbing up on you…" A sick feeling of dread makes a knot in Alison's stomach as they unfasten her ankles and knees, retying her feet to the hooks up at the head of the bed and hoisting them up, so that her knees are drawn up to her chest and her legs splayed wide to expose her pussy and asscrack. Unfastening the many buckles, they remove the bondage belt form around her waist, pulling the twin plugs out of her openly displayed crotch and tossing them aside. Spider leans down over the bed to examine her helplessly spread and smoothly shaved slit and rectum, which gleam with lubricant and her own juices, still twitching slightly in response to the plugs which have penetrated her for so long. He observes how her inner labia hang a good half inch or so below the fold of her outer lips, the unusual size and prominence of her still fully erect clit, making the bound girl jerk and twist her hands around in her cuffs as he fondles her. He sticks a couple of long yellow-stained fingers up her pussy and asshole, meeting little resistance, commenting that there's no question about it this one was made for fucking.

"There should be no problem where to put the rings…" he says. Alison's holes tighten around him in fear, or is it desire, knowing he'll be back again tomorrow with his little black bag. Not down there oh please not down there… For a moment she allows herself to wonder exactly where and how many rings he intends to install, if that's the right word. Then she realizes that she doesn't want to know… doesn't even want to think about it. Somehow the terror which consumes her just makes her stiff little clit just stand up higher as he teases and pinches it with his nicotine-stained fingernail as the fingers of his other hand squelch in and out of her hot little twat. She is still very very stoned. A dizzying rush of hot pleasure and need runs up and down her spine, making her whimper and coo for him, her pierced nipples throbbing around the cold steel which pierces them as she works her hips against his probing digits. Some part of her still can't believe that she is responding like this to the sadistic degenerate who not moments before had pierced her so cruelly. She must be some kind of sick masochist… What is wrong with her? She is unable to keep herself from moaning with disappointment as he withdraws his hands from her.

These musings are cut short as the grizzled ex-biker fists his log twisted and tattooed crank up to her tender pink labia and with one powerful thrust slams himself into her womb, banging the plum-colored head off her cervix. Alison lets out all her breath in a whoosh as his hard hairy belly slaps against her softly shaved one. "Take that, you cocksucking niggerloving whore… and that and that and that and that…" he curses, pounding her with all the force he can muster, trying to hurt her with his weird ugly dick, but succeeding only in sending thrilling bolts of delight shooting through the newly-ringed sex slave. Her head hangs back, her eyes closed and her mouth open and panting as the muscles in her belly flutter and tighten with her gathering orgasm. She wants to be fucked now, after all the pain and fear she has endured… she needs to be fucked, deserves and loves to be fucked…

He pulls himself out of her gushy hairless pussy and drives hard into her upturned and quivering pink rectum, entering her easily after the hours of being plugged there. He buggers her furiously, Alison grunting shrilly in time with each thrust, her feet bouncing around in the air as her buttocks smack wetly against him. UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! she cries, her face twisted into a grimace and her bowels spasming beserkly around his rampaging manmeat as she comes and comes and comes in her pussy and up her tight little ass… The feeling of her squishy slippery internal membranes massaging and squeezing his turgid tool pushes the evil-looking tattoo artist over the edge. Throwing his head back and howling like a dog, he spurts his hot slimy semen deep in the violated blonde's anal cavity, filling her insides with a soothing warmth. He falls off her like a man struck by lightning as the blonde sinks back into a dreamy cunty contentment.

Fiona unties her ankles and lets her stretch her legs out on the bed, rolling the still tightly-corseted girl over onto her belly. A trickle of come oozes from her well-fucked asshole, which her mistress mops up with a tissue, leaning over the half-conscious girl and loosening the laces of her corset to allow her to Alison has been forced to endure just made the experience of being brutally fucked by a total stranger that much more rewarding, satisfying and exciting to her. She realizes that in a strange way she has never felt more contented or such a sense of feminine fulfillment. Happiness in slavery… a strange rest for a while and breathe more freely. Somehow all the suffering, the gut-wrenching fear and humiliation concept, but one she is beginning to get used to. She admits to herself that even if she were to find herself suddenly free, she would probably soon find herself seeking out the kind of brutal and dominating man who could force her to respond to him in this new and exciting way. Now that she knows what really turns her on, there's no going back. Oh well… Alison drifts off into sleepyland, still cuffed to the headboard as Spider gathers up his bag and clothes and staggers toward the door, wiping his dick on the bedsheet and shakily lighting a smoke. "See you tomorrow…" he croaks at Fiona, who sits in the armchair making herself another fix. It is now about three o'clock in the afternoon.

It is about an hour later when Alison begins to awake from her fucked-out stupor, aware once again of the throbbing of her pierced nipples around the thick silvery rings. Also she has to urinate. Once again she is forced to call out to her roommate and keeper for help. Fiona returns to the room with some fresh injections made for Alison on her silver tray. One for each cheek if she cooperates, elsewhere if she doesn't. "If you want me to let you up, you've got to take your medicine like a good girl… now roll over on your tummy for me…" Alison shamelessly obeys her, impelled by the urgency in her bladder and the throbbing pain of her recently-pierced nipples. At least the drugs will provide some relief from the burning rings that distend her, making her exquisitely sensitive to the slightest touch or movement. Alison rests her weight on her elbows and bound wrists in front of her, not wanting to put any pressure on her punctured tits. She feels a jab in her right buttock, a familiar feeling of fullness inside and then another quick stab on the other side… a familiar languid warmth spreading through her and a tingling excitement that jerks her clit erect. "Now can I go pee… Please, Mistress…" Alison begs as her dark-haired wardress puts her instruments aside for now. Fiona smiles indulgently, freeing her cuffed wrists from the headboard and leading her to the toilet.

"We should really clean you up while we're in here…" Fiona observes as Alison sits down to piss long and noisily at the commode, squirming in embarrassment. She is not in any shape to argue. The brunette fills the red enema bag and wheels it over to where the drugged and pierced blonde sits passively on the toilet. "Go ahead and wash yourself out fore and aft…" Fiona orders her, handing her the nozzle. "You don't want that slimy Spider's come to fester in there… Hurry up we haven't got all day." Fiona stands over her tapping her black booted feet impatiently as the blonde struggles to comply. She's having a difficult time inserting the nozzle in her anus with her hands cuffed like this. But she does it, twisting and squirming delightfully. She blushes beet red as the hot steamy water flows into her rectum, adding to the warmth building in her belly. She lets it flow out of her, washing away the unclean feeling of the greasy biker's sperm still swimming around inside of her. Fiona helps her to wipe herself and get up, leading her back to the bedroom and sitting her down at the vanity table to fix her makeup.

Fiona expertly touches up the bound babe's lipstick and streaked eye makeup, once more restoring the doll-like perfection of Alison's pale oval face and hair as the stoned and docile blonde relaxes under her ministrations. Her tied hands rest together in her lap, unthinkingly stroking the smoothness of her polished mound, where she can feel the barest hint of stubble already beginning to grow. Does Fiona intend to shave her again soon? Slate has demanded that she be kept completely smooth. No doubt the evil ex-beautician has something in mind.

Getting the freshly made-up girl up from the fur-covered bench and leading her to the doorframe, the brunette fastens Alison's braceleted wrists to the hook over her head once again, hoisting her up tight. She then kicks the blonde's high heeled feet apart, anchoring the straps around her ankles to hooks in the doorframe so that her legs are spread apart in a wide Vee. Fiona steps around behind her to lace her corset up more tightly. "The afternoon is getting late, blondie…" she comments, "It's time to get on with your training." The raven-haired dominatrix pulls the laces tighter… tighter… making the steel-reinforced garment meet in an unbroken line up the gasping slave girl's back. The ringed receptionist's already slender middle has been compressed to a mere 18 inches. The incredibly constricted blonde feels as though her waist is about to snap, her heart thrust up into her throat and all the blood in her body concentrating in her spinning head, her throbbing pierced nipples and her naked and attentive loins.

"Time for pluggie practice…" announces Fiona. "Today you graduate to a size thirteen… that's thirteen inches long and an inch and three quarters thick…" She goes over to the trunk in the corner and returns carrying the white patent-leather bondage belt, already hooked up by the straps in front to the size thirteen black rubber rectum-stretcher where it flares out at the base. In her other hand she holds a six inch black rubber penis gag. Stepping around behind Alison, she forces the thick choking thing past the girls gasping lips and hilt-deep into her throat, wringing a choked moan from the suspended blonde, who breathes wildly through her nose, her aristocratic nose flaring like a racehorse on the homestretch. Her mistress fastens the bondage belt tightly around her impossibly thin waistline, letting the long black plug dangle down below. Her white buttocks shake as Fiona empties an applicator full of lubricant into her rectum, shoving the glass tube past her wrinkled sphincter and depressing the plunger. Fiona massages the stuff around inside her with a rubber-gloved finger, then two, holding her immobile by the fingers of her other hand hooked inside the captive girl's gushy twat.

After a minute or two of this, Alison is writhing around in her bonds, trying to push her hips back on the fingers going in and out of her, going MMF MMF MMF. Fiona brings the slickly-lubricated plug up to the bound quivering and slippery anal dot and slowly and with an even pressure starts working it in there, turning it this way and that, probing a little deeper with every thrust, forcing it in harder now as the smoothly tapered black head penetrates past the tightly stretched ring of flesh at the gagged slave's anal entrance and slips into the stretchy and slickly lubricated tunnel of her rectum. Slowly and steadily Fiona works inch after inch of the rubbery intruder up Alison's spastically twitching colon, the slickness and flexibility of the shaft allowing it to slide irresistibly deeper and deeper until once again her darkish pink membranes are struggling to grip the flanged base of the shaft. Fiona draws the third strap tightly up between the plugged girl's buttocks, locking the song sodomising rectum-stretcher in place. The sexy shaved blonde is now massively plugged behind, squirming around on her mistress' fingers that still impale her squishy pussy, reaching up to tease her eagerly attentive clit, stroking it, teasing it, bringing her shivering to the brink of orgasm and then leaving her there.

Alison closes her eyes as she feels Fiona's lips upon her, down there, inflaming her and making her moan into her gag, her buttocks whitely clenching and unclenching around the black shaft impaling her, her womb fluttering around the rubber-gloved fingers inside her. Fiona works the tightly-corseted blonde mercilessly, biting down on the girl's helplessly exposed clit with her sharp teeth and grinding it there until Alison is screaming around the thick plug filling her throat, coming like crazy on the dark-eyed bitch's fingers stirring up her honeypot and the thick phallic intruder stuffing up her aching spasming ass guts. "See, honey… it's not so bad. You just have to hang here like this till dinner time…" Fiona teases her… "You know, you're scheduled for a booster shot right about now. Where would you like it?" MMMF! MMMMF! "Oh, in your hairless little pussy? What a delightful idea! I won't be a moment…" The dazed and frightened little blonde can only hang there helplessly watching as Fiona goes about her business, filling up syringes and screwing on needles. Fiona kneels in front of the spread-legged sex slave, bringing a half-inch needle up to her openly displayed slit…

Alison can only look down in helpless horror as her quivering clit is skewered from underneath, feeling the pressure of the drugs flowing from the tip of the needle into her soft hairless pinkness. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the warm soothing rush and thrilling flashes spreading within, making her knees tremble. Unconsciously she presses herself against the needle, wanting to feel it deeper inside her now… This is not lost on Fiona, who smirks to herself as she threads an inch long needle on a second syringe. She's got her digging it already. Alison's clit is swollen to twice its normal size now, and sticks out like a sore thumb. Although still terrified and repelled by needles, the captive blonde is getting off on the drugs all right. She hangs there limply as her mistress slips the inch long needle up and into her behind her clit shaft, seeking the root of the nerve, feeling a ball of scintillating excitement forming and gathering there. By the time Fiona is ready to give her the third shot, the sweetly shaved receptionist is totally spaced-out on a one way trip to sex heaven. The evil black-leather bitch threads the two inch needle into the unbelievably soft and sensitive flesh inside the captive blonde's vagina, injecting more and more drugs into the fluttering muscles and writhing membranes inside the helpless girl. Waves of soothing narcotic bliss shot through with bolts of incandescence gather in the bound babe's hips and shoot up to her brain and back down again, her well-stuffed rear clenching rhythmically and spasmodically on the black rubber appliance she is forced to wear. Her head may be lolling around on her neck, but her clit is still very much alert, needing only the slightest touch to bring her to another crushing orgasm. Unfortunately, Fiona has no intention of offering her this release. She intends to keep the girl in suspense until her master shows up in perhaps an hour or so.

Finally, the brunette steps back, a smile of perverse satisfaction crossing her face. Not only has she forced Alison to take whatever she had to dish out, but she's succeeded in making the submissive doll respond to her against her will. Her training is going well. Slate should be pleased. "You can just hang out here for a while…" she tells the stoned out cutie. "If you promise to be quiet, I'll even take your gag out… is that a deal?" The bound blonde nods quickly, eagerly, her jaws aching to be able to close again.

"You'll get a longer one tomorrow…" Fiona promises her… "After a week or so of practice, you should be able to deep-throat a salami…" she teases the gasping girl as she unfastens the straps around the back of her captive's neck and allows the saliva-slickened black rubber pecker to fall to the floor, kicking it aside. Alison can wash it later, along with the other ones she has worn.

The luscious and spaced-out blonde hangs there working her jaws and breathing hard through her mouth in the doorway to her own girlish bedroom, once her private sanctuary, now redecorated with all the bizarre accoutrements of bondage and discipline. Her eyes wander to the long row of whips, straps and paddles hanging over her bed, dominating the room with their evil sense of purpose. Noticing this, Fiona taunts her… "Can't wait for your first real whipping, can you, hot pants? You know you're gonna get it tonight. Just wait until I tell the boss how you came with that slime-ball Spider's twisted pecker up your butt. He'll punish you good…" Fiona takes up her silver tray and leaves the room, doubtless to make herself another fix, leaving Alison alone with her thoughts.

Try as she might, Alison is unable to keep her gaze from returning to the whips hanging there on the wall, wondering which one will be used, where and how, hearing in her mind the crack of the lash upon her lily white ass. She knows it's gonna hurt… hurt a lot. Why does the thought make her all hot and gushy between her legs? The thought that it will be Slate's hand upon the whip gives her a secret thrill. If she must be punished she wants it to be by him. She only hopes that she can hide the liquid trembling inside her. He might be disappointed if she gave in too easily. For a good three quarters of an hour, Fiona lets her stew quietly, building up suspense. From the living room she can hear Fiona letting people in the door, the sounds of furniture being moved, and the muffled curses and grunts of men at work. At any moment one of them could enter the room, see her hanging there like some kind of weird exhibit. Eventually the sounds quiet and she hears heavy footsteps heading out of the apartment again.

At a few minutes before six, her black-haired keeper returns, unfastening her from the doorframe and clipping her hands behind her back again, once more connecting the white leather leash to her collar and leading her by it. There is a gentle, doe like expression on the slave girl's face, her eyes wide and excited. She longs to see her master… for him to touch her, if only with his whip. His are the hands that bind her, the needles that pierce her, the organs that have penetrated her. As Fiona leads her past the floor length mirror, Alison hardly recognizes the exquisitely dolled-up slave girl she sees reflected there. The posture of having her hands bound behind her makes her breasts thrust forward boldly, drawing attention to the rings newly pierced through her bright pink and throbbing nipples. Looking as she does, dressed as she is, she is aware that her very appearance immediately proclaims her enslavement and availability, exciting and provoking any man who sees her to red-hot lust, seeming to beg for further acts of rape and punishment. She wonders what Slate will do to her tonight. If she were a man she knows she would show no mercy. She sees herself once again down on her hands and knees before him, crying out in joy and agony as his massive thickness pounds up her quivering ass. Her rectum quivers and tightens around the long rubbery plug inside her. He has promised to take her that way every time he visits her.