Thrilling Rape Fantasies - Illustrated

CHAPTER Six

Alison awakens early the next morning, her whole body aching from the abuse it has been subjected to and her nerves feeling shattered and shot. Her mouth tastes like a sewer and she has a burning need to pee. She needs desperately to be released from the chain that holds her to the bed. "FIONA… FIONA PLEASE… HELP ME…"

she calls out loudly, momentarily forgetting the rules of her captivity in her haste. A minute or two later, her sultry roommate saunters into the room, still tying the belt of a black satin robe around her waist and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What did you call me?" she demands sharply. "What's my name? Not only have you woken me up too fucking early, but you forgot to address me by my proper title, you stupid cunt!"

"I… I'm sorry, Mistress… M… Mistress Fiona…" the humbled girl stammers, aware of her total dependence on her wardress and of the fact that she has displeased her. "Shut the fuck up, Alison. There will be a punishment for that later…" the dark-haired bitch promises her anxiously squirming captive. "I'll make sure you never forget my title again. Just you wait… meanwhile, you can wear this leash for the rest of the morning." Fiona reaches into the trunk full of gear behind her and pulls out an eighteen inch length of thin silver chain with a clip on either end and a thin white leather dog leash. She reaches inside the bra cups of Alison's nightie and clips the chain to the rings dangling from her achingly tender pierced nipples, hooking the leash to the middle of the chain. She reaches down and unfastens the blonde's hands from the headboard but leaves them clipped together in front of her. "So our little pussy-slave doesn't feel well this morning, huh? Let's walk you to the bathroom and let you do your business. Then I think I know what you need to make you feel better. Come along, now, bitch doggie…" Fiona jerks on the leash, sending a jolt of burning pain through her roommate's skewered tits, bringing tears to her lovely prisoner's eyes and making her sit up in a hurry.

"No… don't walk… get down on your knees and crawl…" the pissed-off brunette demands. "Hurry up, goddam it." Alison awkwardly humps along behind her mistress like an inchworm on the floor, her cuffed hands making progress more difficult as Fiona mercilessly tugs on the chain connected to her nipple rings. By the time they reach the toilet, the girl's face is already streaked with her tears. "So our little puppy has to go potty, huh?" her mistress taunts her. "Sit up and beg me for it like a fucking dog or I swear I'll rip your rings out." The terrified slave girl hastens to comply with this humiliating ultimatum, getting up on her knees and hanging her cuffed hands in front of her chest, hanging her tongue out like a pathetic puppy and looking up at her angry nursemaid imploringly. "That's a good little doggie…" Fiona smirks, patting her on the head patronizingly. "Now go ahead and squat."

Alison pisses long and loudly, immensely relieved to ease the pressure in her burning bladder. Fiona then gets her back up on her feet and allows her to brush her teeth, have a gargle of mouthwash

and wash the sleep from her eyes. She still looks a little haggard… a little stressed. "Now crawl back to your bed, little slut-puppy. It's time for your morning medicine. You're gonna take it like a good girl. Right in your precious little quim. We might as well start getting you ready for Spider…" The degraded blonde is quick to obey, mindful of the pain her mistress can cause with just one flick of her wrist on the leash… The blackened and raised welts of Slate's crop on her buttocks are readily apparent through the filmy white fabric of the blonde's corset-nightie as she grovels along behind with her wiggling butt in the air, chafing her knees on the carpet.

Fiona orders the girl back into bed, laying her down on her back and stretching her cuffed wrists above her head to refasten them to the headboard. She unclips the leash from the chain connecting Alison's pierced nipples, but leaves the chain in place, the steel links cold against her skin as they lie in the valley of Alison's cleavage. The dark-haired dominant then goes back to the chest in the corner, pulling out a pair of ankle cuffs and locking them around her captive. Raising and spreading the blonde's shapely legs, her mistress then chains her ankles to a couple of rings mounted in the side rails of the bed, about level with her hips. The girl's knees are now doubled up above her and her crotch is opened wide, her inner workings completely exposed.

"Don't go away, now… I'll be right back…" Fiona mocks her as she gets up and leaves the room, leaving her prisoner to lie there squirming helplessly, dreading her return. In a moment she is back with her silver tray, which she sets down on top of the vanity bench, pulling it up beside the bed. The chained submissive whimpers in apprehension as her kinky nursemaid goes about filling a few syringes and fixing one and two-inch needles to their ends. "Please, Mistress… Please don't…" she begs… "Not down there… not in my pussy…" "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Fiona demands angrily… Just you wait till I'm done with this. I'm gonna take my whip to your disobedient little cunt. What do you think about that, huh? Got anything more to say?" Alison bites her lip, meekly shaking her head. As the first needle approaches her tender slit, the innocent-looking blonde closes her eyes, unable to watch. Fiona places the palm of her left hand on top of the blonde's slightly stubbly mound, pushing up on the skin to raise the girl's clit and spread her inner labia. Alison winces and squeaks as she feels the sharpness of the needle driving up underneath the hood of her clit, sinking deep into her feminine erection until the chrome nut at the base of the needle is pressed up hard against the pinkness of her inner flesh. Fiona slowly depresses the plunger of the syringe, squeezing out a couple of ccs there and waiting for it to take effect. Within seconds a warm glow is blossoming there, easing the pain of the lance as it probes this way and that into the root of her clitoral shaft, injecting more liquid tingling inside her. A dreamy and excited glow is building in her belly, creeping up her spine and making the back of her head feel warm. Her face relaxes, taking on a look of docile sensuality as she abandons herself to the rush that flows through her body, banishing her aches and pains and the sick headachey feeling she woke up with. Fiona was right… she needed this.

By this time her dark-haired mistress is emptying a second syringe into her, probing deep in her clit shaft and up inside her, working her way around inside her gasping slave girl's open cunt. By the time she pulls the second needle out, Alison is floating away on a warm billowy cloud. Fiona thrusts a couple of fingers up the blonde's suddenly wet and responsive pussy, reaching up with her thumb to strum the slave girl's tingling clit. "Now you feel better, don't you honey… You want to be a good girl for me now, don't you?" "Y…Yes, Mistress…. I'll be good… I promise I'll be good…" the shackled blonde gasps, tossing her head around as Fiona probes her clenching pussy. "You bet your ass you will… Now let's get some breakfast. I've got to start getting you dressed and ready."

With that she withdraws her hand from the slave girl's spasming twat, wiping her hands daintily on a moist towelette, leaving Alison highly aroused but unsatisfied. She takes off the ankle cuffs and then unfastens the blonde's wrists from above her head, clipping them together again behind her back as she helps the girl sit up on the bed. "Come along, little slut puppy…" Fiona commands sarcastically, refastening the stoned out slave's leash to her nipple chain. Alison slips her feet into the high-heeled slippers, balancing carefully with her arms fastened behind her. Her ringed tits are thrust out invitingly by the backward pull of her bound arms as Fiona leads her by the leash into the kitchen, the weight of the chain and the leash tugging on her sensitive pierced nippies. Her Mistress sits her down at the breakfast counter, turning away to warm up something in the microwave. "Are you going to keep me tied like this all day, Mistress?" the shackled blonde asks innocently, wiggling her cuffed hands around behind her and squirming her still-aroused little twat around on the shiny red vinyl of the stool underneath her. "Shut up and eat, you teasing little slut…" Fiona orders her roughly, setting a bowl of hot steaming oatmeal-like glop down in front of her and picking up a tablespoon.

"Now open wide…" Alison's dark-eyed mistress seizes her pony tail and pulls her head back, immediately starting to shovel the sweetish but bland gruel into her mouth like a man filling a wheelbarrow. "Got to keep your strength up, cookie… that's it… eat it all up…" she croons as she force-feeds the protein and nutrient fortified mush into the startled slavegirl's gulping gasping mouth. Alison struggles to swallow the stuff as fast as her mistress is feeding it to her and keep it from running down her chin. "GLURK… GLORK… GLURK…" Soon the glass bowl is empty. "Good doggie…" Fiona remarks sardonically, holding a plastic travel-cup filled with a similarly bland and sweetish beverage up to the blonde's lips, allowing her to drink from the attached straw. "Hurry up, hotpants… we've got a lot to do this morning. Don't think I've forgotten about your punishment. Just wait till you feel my whip on your pussy… But I want to have you freshly depilated first. We're going to remove that annoying stubble permanently. It's just amazing the progress they've made with lotions these days."

Alison hurriedly finishes her drink as her mistress refastens the leash to her nipple chain. She is led back to the doorframe by the bathroom, where she is stripped naked and her pierced little rosebuds are fastened tightly to the ring up above her head by another length of chain, stretching them slightly as the slave girl bites her lip in discomfort. After her wrist and ankle cuffs are removed, her nursemaid commands her sharply to stand there with her legs spread, reminding the girl that she is already annoyed with her and punctuating her orders with a warning tug on the nipple chain which makes Alison wince. Even though her hands and feet are now free, the enslaved receptionist can't make a move without ripping the rings from her flesh. Fiona scoots up between her knees with one of those wheeled stools like they have in doctor's offices so that she's sitting directly in front of the girl's helpless and moistly receptive cunt. Pulling up a wheeled metal table like those used in an examining room, puts on a pair of rubber gloves that is sitting there on the tabletop and opens up a large jar filled with some kind of glistening jelly. Fiona toys with her captive a moment, running her rubbery finger up and down in her slit, getting it wet, easing it into her squirmy pussy. Soon a second finger joins in, and Alison's mouth is open, her hips trying to thrust back, get those fingers in there deeper… She hardly even flinches when her mistress removes one of her digits from her squishy vagina and works it up her tight little ass hole, making the girl squirm on her stiffly impaling digits.

Fiona takes a generous dollop of the sticky greenish goo in her other hand and plops it down right on Alison's lower belly and mound, immediately spreading it around, coating the blonde with a nice even layer. It just feels cold, wet and gooey. Like a fungus the green glop slowly spreads all over the immobilized receptionist as Fiona withdraws her fingers from her hot squirmy holes and gets to work with both hands, slowly and methodically covering the blonde from neck to toes with the stuff, scooting around the girl from front to back, ordering her to raise her arms over her head and keep them there so she can smear the stuff over her armpits. Alison does her best not to squirm as she is coated all over with a shimmering layer of this green slime, since every movement sends a twinge of painFiona has made careful note of the time. You don't want to leave this gloop on for more than ten minutes or you could get a nasty burn… Speaking of burning, Alison has begun to notice that the shimmery glop that is coating her seems to be heating up as it sits on her skin. Right now it's just a nice warm glow, but it seems to still be getting hotter, and her skin is tingling like crazy all over. Fiona keeps up a running commentary… "Just one treatment with this depilatory and inhibitor and you'll be 90% hair free forever. So even when it eventually grows back in a few weeks or so there will hardly be anything, and by the third treatment the effects will be pretty much permanent. There's nothing more useless than body hair on a slave girl. Now you'll be soft and smooth forever. Of course they tell me it stings a little…"

As a matter of fact it is starting to sting more than a little by the end of eight minutes or so, and Alison is starting to squirm and writhe around in discomfort, feeling as if she is being stung all over by angry bees. Fiona leaves her hanging there for a minute as she goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower, adjusting it to a gentle lukewarm spray. "Just one more minute, my dear, and then you can wash off all that nasty goo." "Oh please, Mistress… please…" Alison snivels abjectly, trembling in torment and rattling her chains as her whole body seems encased in fire and the green glop eats into her very pores, exterminating her hair follicles at the roots. By the time Fiona reattaches her nipple leash and takes her down from the doorframe, she has to stifle an urge to run for the shower to keep from ripping the rings out of her tits. Fiona forces her to crawl slowly behind her into the bathroom and stands her uneasy captive up underneath the running water, fastening her nipple chain once more to one of a number of rings in the wall of the shower stall, letting it finally rinse the burning green glop off her body and down the drain as the tormented blonde sighs in relief. Even after the stuff is washed off her whole body still tingles, her skin all over as nakedly hairless as an egg and slightly pinkish as though she had gotten a mild sunburn.

Fiona lets her stand under the lukewarm shower for a good five minutes or so, making sure that the stinging depilatory is thoroughly washed off and allowing the girl to cool the maddening burning of her flesh. At a command from her mistress the shapely blonde dutifully shampoos her hair as her roommate bustles around in the background, once more preparing her daily douche and enema. Alison squirms inwardly at the thought of having to submit to this degrading ritual, and with her hands and feet free like this it is very tempting to try and resist… As is divining her thoughts, Fiona warns her… "Go ahead and make a move, darling… I'm sure Tony or one of the other guys down the hall would be delighted to lend me a hand in subduing you. You've already earned yourself one punishment this morning… I'd love to have an excuse to give you some more…"

With the memory of last night's entertainments still fresh in her mind, Alison has no desire to encounter

Slate's goon squad again anytime soon. There will be more men today… of that she is certain. Men who will use her like a whore, men who will fuck her roughly in her pussy and up her ass, men who will punish her and make her cry. The mere knowledge that she may be taken and used by anyone at any time according to her Master's whim keeps her in a more or less constant state of defensive arousal and suspense. Slate promised her that she was going to get fucked a lot, every day, and so far she hasn't been disappointed, if that's the proper word. No less than five different men used her yesterday. How many will she be forced to entertain today?

Apprehensively, she bends over for her double cleansing, whining slightly as Fiona forces the thick phallic nozzles up her still slightly sore pussy and rear entrance, taking it in both holes at once and doing her best to relax and just accept the flow of steamy water that floods into her. It just hurts more if you fight it. Thankfully, her mistress unfastens her from the ring in the wall and allows her to expel the gut-cramping colonic without too much delay, instead of making her hold it and hold it like she did the day before. Still, by the time she is finished with her business on the toilet, the captive blonde feels weak and drained and totally humiliated.

"Alright, cupcake… enough of this dilly-dallying around…" announces Fiona briskly, refastening Alison's leash. Listlessly she allows Fiona to lead her back to the living room area and the white vinyl bondage bench, still crawling on her hands and knees, neither knowing or caring what comes next… In a matter of moments she is strapped down flat on her back, her hands fastened high above her head to straps at the top of the apparatus. A wide white belt holds her waist down tightly to the bench, and her legs are fastened up into the restraining stirrups so that she is positioned as if for a gynecological examination, with her knees drawn up and her entire crotch area rudely pulled open and exposed. The slight breeze from the air-conditioning vents feels cool against her recently-denuded and extra sensitive skin, raising goosebumps. The shackled blonde just lies there passively staring into space, unable to do anything other than wiggle her hips slightly from side to side. This just seems to irritate the welts on her backside, so she quickly gives up and just lays still.

Noting the blonde's somewhat dazed and unresponsive condition, her black rubber-clad mistress decides that a little pick-me-up is in order. She leaves the room for a moment, returning with her silver tray and a fresh syringe full of liquid ecstasy, screwing a glittering two inch needle on the tip and setting it down on a low table to one side of the bondage bench. She then sits herself down on one of those low wheeled stools like you see in a doctor's office and scoots herself up between the captive slave girl's widely splayed legs, placing one of her rubber-gloved hands on the defenseless blonde's smoothly hairless mound. Alison's eyes pop open at this, startled momentarily out of her reverie. The black-haired bitch reaches down with her thumb and strokes her captive's clit experimentally, insinuating a finger between the folds of the girl's inner labia to spread some moisture up there… Alison just stares back at her dully, seemingly withdrawn somewhere deep inside herself. It's no fun when they're unresponsive like this. Fortunately Fiona has the cure ready to hand.

With her left hand, Fiona works two of her black rubber-gloved fingers into the tightly bound slave girl's twin openings at once, impaling her on her stiffly probing digits and holding her very very still as with the other hand she takes up her 5cc syringe, full to the brim with Slate's special blend of synthetic liquid dynamite. Alison whimpers, knowing what's coming but totally powerless to do anything to avoid it as Fiona smirks down at her, using her left thumb to raise and peel back the girl's clitoral hood.

The captive blonde winces and scrunches her eyes closed tightly as she feels the first quarter inch of the needle driving up… up underneath her clit hood and into the bundle of nerves that lead to her little joy button, her insides contracting with fear around the fingers that spear her fore and aft, amusing her mistress. Fiona slowly depresses the plunger, squeezing out a little dose of potent stimulant/narcotic right there just inside her, waiting a moment as a pleasant warm glow starts to suffuse the area, then stabbing deeper into the helpless babe's smooth cunt flesh. Bit by bit she works the whole two inches of gleaming chrome needle deeper up and into the gasping Alison's clitoral shaft, stopping every quarter inch or so to squeeze out more dope as she goes.

"You might as well get used to the feeling of having steel down inside your clit like this, honey… once Spider gets done piercing you you'll be wearing it permanently…" the brunette bitch proclaims as she drives home the last millimeter of her lance, the chrome nut at the base of it bumping up against the underside of Alison's now madly jumping joy button and injecting the last couple of ccs of solution way down deep there inside the core of her feminine nerve center. Alison is panting by now and rolling her eyes, her insides spasmodically pumping and contracting around her mistress's fingers as her cunt and asshole begin to respond pleasurably to the probing digits stirring within her. Once again the bound girl is forced to marvel at the power of this drug, feeling a billowing warmth and contentment and a breathless excitement all at once that builds inside her like a rising tide, sweeping all before it. Whatever her thoughts or feelings of five minutes ago, they have become irrelevant… she wants only to come… unconsciously she tries to press herself against the needle, wanting it deeper now… deeper inside her… Alison has her eyes closed and she is digging it now, moaning and burbling to herself as she thrashes her head around, getting herself off on her mistress' probing fingers in her rapidly moistening pussy and up her ass, the needle buried deep inside her clit making it throb and burn with desire around its implacable steely hardness.

Fiona unscrews the now empty syringe from the flange of the needle, leaving it buried two inches deep inside her weakly twitching sex slave. "Since you seem to be enjoying this so much, you can just keep wearing it for a while… it will be good practice for you." she announces, giving the exposed nut of the needle a contemptuous little flick with her thumb. Alison shudders in fear, or is it excitement, or both? The brunette changes her grip, working another finger into each of the writhing slave girl's loosening apertures, feeling them squirm and clutch around her as she pumps them in and out. That is all Alison needs to push her over the edge, grunting and gritting her teeth as her insides lock around her mistress' penetrating digits, bright pinwheels of joy exploding behind her tightly shut eyes. In truth, this come has been building up in her since before breakfast, when Fiona's fingers and probing injections first inflamed her and brought her to readiness, only to leave her hanging, teasing her and then letting her down, then teasing her again, toying with her and keeping her in suspense…

"Oh but I forgot…" Fiona says, finally withdrawing her moist fingers from the bound girl's openly yielding sex holes… "You're supposed to be punished… Did I give you permission to come? Well, did I?" "N… N… No, Mistress…" the fawning sex slave replies, unaware up until now that such permission was required. "From now on, you are not permitted to come unless you are given permission by myself or the Boss…" she announces sharply. "Every time you do you will be disciplined for it, starting right now. Don't try to fool us… I know the look you get on your face when your silly little twat starts tightening up… Disobedient little cunts will get punished… with this!…" The dark-haired dominant reaches over to the rack of bondage instruments hanging there on the wall of what used to be their living room, selecting a short leather whip, more or less like a small cat-o-nine-tails only with flat straps about one inch wide and a foot long instead of thongs and a short six inch wooden handle. She lays the straps of the whip down on Alison's freshly depilated and extra-sensitive mound, dragging the leather straps down and up between the lips of the trembling girl's helplessly quivering slit, teasing her needle-pierced clit and making the captive blonde bite her lip and shake her head. "You're going to get your pussy whipped now, you naughty little sex puppy, like only another woman knows how to do it. Men just don't have the patience…"

So saying, Fiona pushes her little stool back a bit between Alison's tightly doubled-up legs to give herself room for a better swing. She twirls the straps of the little cat around in the air, finally smacking them down solidly on the helplessly bound and exposed girl's wet pussy lips and freshly depilated mound. THWACK! A solid hit, but not yet a really hard one.
Alison gasps and jumps as much as the belt holding her tightly to the bondage bench will allow. The lashes burn, but perhaps even more frightening is the way they make the needle still embedded in her clit flesh jiggle around inside her. "I think perhaps 25 lashes will be sufficient…" her mistress announces. "That will do for a start, anyway…" At this news the captive blonde starts babbling and pleading… "Please, mistress, not down there… please not on my… on my pussy…" "Stop your whining, Alison, or I'll make it fifty…" Fiona commands her sharply.

Without further ado, the sultry brunette starts laying into her adorable prisoner, spreading burning heat into her nakedly upthrust and immobilized twat, making her soft pussy lips ripple with the force of her blows. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Fiona takes her time, waiting a few seconds between each swing to let the effects of the previous blow sink in. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Already Alison's tender feminine parts are starting to swell and turn red under the strapping. Much to her relief, the needle buried inside her works itself loose under the drubbing and falls to the floor. Helpless tears are forming at the corners of the bound slave girl's eyes and rolling down her downy cheeks as she sniffles and snivels and tosses her head around. Still it goes on… THWACK! THWACKK! THWACKKK!

Relentlessly, her mistress keeps up the pace of the flogging, striking the tied and now weeping girl a little harder each time, drawing a shrill little scream from her captive as the tip of one of her lashes just catches the shackled babe's exposed and tender clit, making it burn furiously and swell to twice its normal size. THWACK! THWACKK! THWACKKK! The supple leather straps of the cat sizzle down on Alison's moistly spread and hairless pussy, which is now turning a bright red from all the attention its been getting. THWACK! THWACKK!! THWACKKK!!! Fiona goes on strapping her, putting some muscle into it now, beating some heat into her captive's sizzling cunt.

The bound girl is crying freely now as the blows keep raining down on her most sensitive area, making her whole crotch swell and throb with burning heat. By the 25 ^th lash, Alison is sobbing and pleading incoherently… "Please… Please mistress… Please Mistress Fiona… " "There… that should do…" the dark-haired bitch announces grandly, putting her little pussy-whipper aside for the moment.

Alison's smooth and hairless pussy mound is now flaming in torment and glowing a bright magenta all over. The whole area is swollen and throbbing from the punishment she has received from her mistress. "So do you think you can remember to address me by my proper title from now on, Alison, or do you need further encouragement?" her governess demands. "Y… Yes, M… M… Mistress Fiona…" the cowed sex slave stammers out between sniffles… "N… N… No, Mistress Fiona… Please Mistress Fiona…" "That's a good girl, then…" the sultry brunette murmurs complacently. "To prove your penitence you may now serve me with your tongue. Lick my twat, you silly little bitch… I'm sick of you getting all the attention around here, having to nursemaid your slutty ass around… Suck my cunt and make it good, or I'll take my whip to your tits next time…" So saying, the black robed dominant gathers up her garment in the front, walking around the bondage bench to squat down over Alison's face, shoving her wet smelly and open pussy down on the tied and helpless girl's nose and mouth.

"Go on… stick your tongue out and lick it, you slut…" her mistress commands her. "You'd better get me off or else…" The choking submissive gets busy in a hurry, darting out her moist pink tongue to stroke up and down between her tormentor's pouting pussy lips, teasing her mistress' fat clit and bringing forth a gush of cunty-smelling honey from Fiona, who sighs in satisfaction as she wiggles her hips around, grinding her open twat on the slavegirl's face. "Keep going, my little sex puppy… that's it… lick it up… that's it…" Alison sets to work with energy, wanting desperately to please her mistress and avoid any further punishment, terrified of what the whip might do to her pierced and tender tits. She whips her delicate pink tongue around and around, sucking and nibbling on her keeper's smothering dusky cuntflesh. Fiona's face gets all relaxed and dreamy as she rides on Alison's slavishly lapping tongue, clamping her thighs tightly around the slurping blonde's head as she grits her teeth and comes all over the helplessly tied girl's face, letting loose with a thin dribble of piss in her excitement. Alison knows a fresh humiliation as she tastes the salty tang of her mistress' piss in her mouth. "That's it, you suffering bitch… lick me clean…" Fiona demands. The punished blonde continues her tongue-twirling, afraid to stop until she is ordered to, licking the smelly juices from her wardress' black-haired pussy until it is polished with her saliva. "That's a good little puppy…" her mistress says as she finally pulls away. "Now who's the fucking boss around here?" "Y…You are, Mistress…" Alison whimpers, her punished pussy still burning and sore. "Damn right I am…" Fiona asserts. "Now let's get you cleaned up… You smell like piss…"

Alison sighs in relief as she is finally unstrapped from the bondage bench and allowed to lower and close her legs. Fiona leads her by the nipple chain back to the doorframe, once more fastening her cuffed hands up above her head. At least she let her walk this time. The brunette goes back into the bathroom and returns with a warm wet washrag, with which she gently wipes her secretions from the docile blonde's face. In spite of the pussy whipping she has just received, Alison still feels fairly stoned and languorous, if rather sore. She gazes at her reflection in the floor-length mirror across from her, the redness of her whipped cunt standing out sharply from the alabaster whiteness of the rest of her body, as do the five dark slashes of the riding crop still evident across her buttocks. A knot of anxiety begins to coil in Alison's belly, remembering that her next appointment with Spider and his piercing needles is only hours away.

As if to remind her of this, Fiona takes out a tube of ointment and carefully applies it to the punctures in the cuffed girl's bright pink nipples, commenting that she is pleased with the way they seem to be healing. In fact some of the swelling around the tender buds is already going down and the wounds are not nearly as painful as they were the day before, although they are still extremely sensitive to the slightest touch or tug on the rings. Alison whimpers as her mistress works the rings around inside the holes, making sure that they move freely and that the skin inside is not adhering to the silver. "They do look lovely on you… or should I say in you…" the dark-eyed bitch comments as she toys with her captive's pierced tits. "All the slave girls are wearing them these days… I can't wait to see them sparkling in your cute little cunt…"

Taking up an atomizer, Fiona once more sprays the helpless and stretched-out blonde generously with the floral-musky fragrance familiar from the day before, perfuming her neck, her breasts, her armpits, and spreading the girl's legs to spray the stuff up into her crotch and ass crack, going over each spot twice. It stings and burns on Alison's freshly-depilated and naked flesh as it dries, making the pretty captive bite her lip and squirm. The blonde hangs there in the doorframe, looking after Fiona as her mistress goes off into her frilly girlish bedroom, now redecorated with all kinds of bizarre bondage paraphernalia. Fiona goes about

selecting her outfit for the day… "Virginal white, sweet and innocent… that's the color of the day today…" the brunette rambles as she picks out her prisoner's wardrobe.

First a lace trimmed white patent-leather corset with built-in rings and attachments for a crotch strap and detachable plugs. Alison has to stretch and suck in her belly so that her mistress can fasten the thing around her from behind, closing the little hook-and-eye catches in the front. Then Fiona sets about lacing it up, tugging the laces tighter and tighter until the edges of the garment meet in the back. The corset is extremely severe, reducing the bound girl's waist to a mere sixteen inches, accentuating the ripe fullness of her breasts in the lacy half-cups of the push-up bra thrusting out above and the swell of her hips below. Alison is reduced to taking short panting breaths, gasping for air through her open mouth as her body adjusts itself to the relentless constriction, feeling as if she is going to faint. "Tight enough for you, dear?" her keeper asks her sarcastically as she ties a double knot in the laces behind the panting submissive's back. "Ohhh… Yes, Mistress… Please, mistress… You're going to break me in half."

"We'll break you, all right, cupcake…" Fiona smirks. "Now stay right there while I get you some stockings and shoes… You don't mind hanging out for a while, do you?" First come the extra-long sheer white stockings, fastened to the corset by eight garters that keep them drawn up tight to the very tops of Alison's slender thighs. "Maybe we'll try on some booties today…" the brunette announces, bringing out a pair of extremely narrow and pointy white patent lace-up boots with six inch heels, high enough to reach to mid-calf and with D-rings built into the backs of the ankles for easy fastening. They are deliberately made about a size too small, and Fiona has a job stuffing the blonde's delicate feet into the sharply pointed toes, finally lacing them up very tightly up the girl's ankles and doubling the laces around the back to tie them off with a flourish.

Alison teeters on the extremely high heels as she if forced to stand on the very tips of her toes, all of her weight resting on the balls of her feet. Once the boots are securely laced, Fiona fastens them together by the rings with a one-foot hobble chain. Alison is now "dressed" and ready to have her hair, make-up and nails done. Fiona releases her wrist cuffs from the hook over her head and refastens them to a ring in the corset behind her back. She then leads the tightly laced and booted blonde to the vanity table by her nipple chain. The enslaved secretary can barely walk in her six-inch heels, mincing along slowly behind her mistress with her ankle chains jingling. Fiona sits the girl down on the vanity bench and clips her fastened wrists to a ring mounted in the back side of the the seat so she cannot get up again. The constriction of the corset around her waist forces her to sit up very straight as Fiona nonchalantly goes about drying and styling her long silky blond hair, giving it plenty of mousse and gathering a handful at the top and back to clip a lacy white satin bow in place there.

Next comes the make-up. As before, a very pale foundation accentuates the pallor of her skin. Heavy blue and purple eye make-up, pinkish blush and a hot pink lipstick exaggerating the fullness of her lips and setting off the perfect features of her oval face with a doll-like, doe-eyed innocent effect. The perfect "fuck me" face, if you will… not too sophisticated or mature-looking. Fiona pulls her captive's hair back on the sides to fasten on some earrings… pearls today. First she takes her piercing gun and punches two new pearl studs through the cartilage of each ear about an eighth of an inch above the holes she made yesterday and an eighth of an inch apart, making her lovely captive wince. Alison now has a line of seven equally-spaced holes running up the edge of each translucent ear and reaching just above the mid-point of their circumference.

Fiona works her way down Alison's delicately molded ears, inserting larger pearl studs in the next two holes, then fastening progressively longer and heavier hanging-type earrings in the bottom three piercings, with the bottom set long and heavy enough to brush her shoulders. Once again the helpless blonde feels as if her ears are totally stuffed and hung with metal. Much like the tips of her throbbing tits, which are starting to become painful as the narcotics flowing through her bloodstream begin to wear off. "There now… don't you look appealing…" Fiona remarks… "So sweet and innocent-looking. I almost wish I could fuck you myself. Spider will come in his pants when he sees you. Did I mention he's bringing one of his friends along? I think they call him Monster or something silly like that. They should be here around noon. That should just give us time for me to give you a manicure. Those nails of yours are all chipped and besides that they're much too short for a slave girl like you."

Ever alert to her captive's mood swings, Fiona senses that the pierced blonde is starting to feel edgy and uncomfortable again, shifting herself around restlessly on the bench. "I think you're ready for another booster shot…" the dominant bitch announces. "Just a little something to take the edge off… I could use a little pick me up myself…" Alison sits there squirming on the white-furred vanity bench with her hands still fastened tightly behind her, her breasts thrust forward by the backward pull on her shoulders, watching anxiously as her mistress fills up another couple of syringes of mind-numbing liquid ecstasy.

With the expertise born of long practice, the brunette sits down, spreads her legs and deftly finds a vein on her inner thigh, banging in a dose of strong narcotics, sighing in satisfaction as she feels the rush. "Now it's your turn…" Fiona smiles as she gets up and brings her silver tray over, raising the first 5cc syringe with its two inch needle towards the captive blonde's aching breast. She seizes the girl's right nipple ring between her thumb and forefinger, stretching it tightly away from her body, making Alison grimace and involuntarily try to rise up in her seat. "Don't move now…" the brunette commands, "Or you might tear your little nippies off…"

It's all the blonde can do to try and hold still as the needle spears up through the pebbly skin on the underside of her aureole and into the soft tissue of her outthrust breast, penetrating an inch or so up behind her nipple into the bundle of nerves that leads to the tender pink bud. Fiona squeezes out a couple of ccs right there, quickly soothing the ache and throb emanating from the ringed tips of the helpless blonde's tit, then thrusting the rest of the needle deeper into the soft tissue behind the nipple to inject the rest of the drugs deep in the center of her captive's full and rounded breast, probing around this way and that to spread the stuff around inside her.

A warm tingling sensation soon spreads throughout the enslaved young woman's bosom, working its way through her bloodstream and up to her brain, draining the tension and pain from her body, leaving her once more relaxed and receptive, her face once more assuming a docile and yet alert expression as the stimulants in the mix bring her reddened and swollen hairless cunt back to tingling life, her little man-in-the=boat rising and hardening involuntarily. Alison lets her long lashes close gently and opens her mouth to moan softly as her mistress empties the second syringe in her other breast, her head spinning as more and more drugs rush though her, making her arms and legs feel weak and rubbery. She rubs her smoothly hairless pussy against the bench beneath her, enjoying the tickle of the fur against her super-sensitive and moistening slit, the knot of fear in her belly somehow blending thrillingly with the ache of desire that is starting to build within her once more.

"Don't do that, Alison…" her mistress commands… "You'll leave a spot. Besides, you know you're forbidden to come without permission…" Finally, Fiona withdraws her probing hypo from the defenseless blonde's other breast, leaving her lovely prisoner once more compliantly stoned and sensuously aroused. "Feel better now?" "Yes, Mistress, I feel better now…" admits the sleepy-eyed sex slave shyly. "I… I can't help it… That stuff just makes me forget about everything and want to…" her voice trails off, unable to confess the growing need she feels inside.

"I know, cupcake…" her mistress replies… "I know just what you're feeling, you little nympho slut. You're gonna get all the action you can handle. Just you wait… you've got a busy day ahead. For now I think we'll just plug up those hot little holes of yours while we do your nails and wait for your gentlemen callers to arrive. Would you like that?" Fiona reaches down to insert a rubber-gloved finger between the captive girl's smooth pussylips, drawing it up to stroke the underside of her quivering clit, spreading her slippery cunt-honey up and down inside her slick pink slit. "OOOOOHHHH…" Alison coos as her mistress teases her eagerly responsive feminine erection, her inner cunt gushing with sweet-smelling juices. The room is starting to smell of hot cunt. "Answer me, Alison… Would you like to get your pussy and asshole plugged? Don't lie or I'll take my whip to your tits this time…"

"Y… Yes, Mistress… Please, mistress… go ahead and do it… I… I don't mind…" the squirming girl confesses, knowing that any other answer would only bring her further pain, shamed by the fact that in any case her mistress has only forced her to admit the truth. The drugs that flow through her, the bondage and sexual punishment she has been subjected to have awakened in her a burning need to be penetrated, an aching emptiness inside. What she really wants and needs is a good hard fuck, but she'll take whatever she can get. Alison feels the muscles of her lower belly loosening, an involuntary opening and pushing sensation down there as she readies herself unconsciously to be impaled. Fiona unclips her wrist cuffs from the vanity bench behind her, ordering her down on her knees with her bosom and belly resting on the white furred bench. Alison kneels there motionless, her face pressed against the fur as her Mistress goes to the trunk in the corner, returning with a longish white patent-leather strap with two thick nine-inch dildoes of white flexible plastic attached about an inch apart at the middle.

Fiona smears these instruments generously with shining lubrication, bending down to place a hand in the small of Alison's back to hold her steady. First she fastens the top end of the narrow strap to a buckle built into the bottom back of the white patent corset, carefully gauging the length so that the dildoes hang at the correct level. The submissive blonde can feel them dangling there behind her, tickling her ass crack as she kneels there abjectly waiting to be penetrated. Alison closes her eyes, shuddering and whimpering as her mistress touches the broad head of the upper dildo to the opening of her rectum, gradually working it open and stretching the wrinkled pink membranes wide. Inch by inch, Fiona forces the thing deeper and deeper up the lovely blonde's twitching spasming rear entry until all nine inches are buried inside and the strap is drawn down tightly between her buttocks. The defenseless girl twists her hands around in the cuffs where they are fastened together behind her, her fingers fluttering in futility.

Then the black rubber clad bitch stuffs the other phallic intruder easily into her gasping captive's wetly receptive cunt, filling the girl completely, stretching the back wall of her vagina as the head of the thing presses hard into her womb. "How's that, Alison…? Big enough for you?" "Ohhhh… Yesss, Mistress… Please, Mistress…" the well-stuffed slave girl moans, her hips shifting from side to side as she struggles to adjust herself to the twin instruments impaling her. She can feel them rubbing around against each other inside her through the thin wall of membrane separating her vagina and rectum every time she moves as her weakly clutching sex holes stretch tightly around their flaring hilts. "Now get up…" Fiona orders her… "I've got to fasten the front." The kinky brunette helps the unsteady young woman to her feet, holding the loose end of the strap up between her legs to keep the long white plugs from slipping out of her again.

Stepping around Alison as she teeters on her ultra-high heels, Fiona threads the loose end of the strap up through another buckle at the bottom front of the corset, cinching it up tight until the inch-wide belt is wedged solidly between the outer lips of the panting girl's hairless pussy. She reaches down with her rubber- gloved fingers to spread the girl's labia wider around the cruppering strap, pressing it hard against her captive's helplessly engorged and hardening clit. Every time Alison moves or takes a step, the twin dildoes rub around inside her and the inside of the strap chafes against her joy button, sending jolts of excitement up her spine that make her knees tremble. "Now just try to keep yourself from coming like this… just try…" Fiona challenges her. "You know you'll be punished for it if you do, you little whore…" Alison gulps, almost faint with the intensity of the sensations that threaten to overwhelm her. "While we're at it, there's another little accessory to this corset I'd like you to try on…" the black-robed mistress tells her, going once more to the big black chest in the corner.

Fiona returns with a pair of detachable shoulder straps that match the white patent leather of the corset. She fastens these to the front of the garment at the top of the bra cups and drapes them over her shoulders, crossing them in the back and then drawing them tight and buckling them down at the back of the corset as the girl stands there doing her best to remain motionless.

This has the effect of drawing her shoulders down and back, further accentuating and drawing attention to the bold thrust of her lovely bosom, pierced as it is with glittering silver rings. "You're a lovely girl, but your posture needs a little correction…" Fiona explains. "No more slumping shoulders for you, young lady. We're going to train your figure properly."

The tightly-constricted blonde can barely move at all, held rigidly erect by all the bondage gear she's wearing. She stares down at the floor, shifting her weight from foot to foot, unable to stand comfortably on the six-inch heels. "No, No, No…" her mistress admonishes her, taking her chin in her hand and forcing the bound girl to look her in the eye. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. You must always keep your chin up, as if you were balancing a book on your head. Here… this will help you to remember…" The brunette dominant takes a foot-long length of white ribbon from a drawer, walking around Alison to tie it firmly to the end of the girl's pony tail where it hangs down her back. She then takes the other end of the ribbon and ties it to a ring set in the top back of the corset, drawing it tight so that the young woman's head is pulled back and her chin is forced upwards. It is now impossible for the bound blonde to lower her head. "There… that's better…" Fiona smirks complacently. "Do you think you can remember to hold your head up now?" "Y… Yes, Mistress…" the immobilized submissive gulps. In reality she has no choice.

"Now then…" her mistress announces briskly… It's time for your manicure. We'd better hurry if we want your nails to dry before Spider gets here. Let's go to the kitchen, so I can sit across the counter from you to do them…" Fastening the dog leash once more to her captive's nipple chain, the sultry brunette leads her prisoner slowly out of the bedroom and across the apartment. Alison takes little mincing steps, restrained by the hobbling chain between her ankles and terrified of losing her balance and falling with her hands tied behind her, ripping out the rings in her tits. The twin dildoes inside her shift around with every step, the strap chafing and rubbing between her legs, making her gasp and shudder as it frictions her attentive little clit. Halfway across the living room floor, Alison has to stop, standing there shaking and rigid as her orgasm overtakes her, her belly seized with muscular contractions as her well-whipped pussy and asshole contract spasmodically around the white plastic intruders within her.

Fiona tugs on the leash impatiently. As if from far away somewhere the lovely slave girl hers her mistress' voice. "You'll pay for that later, you dirty little slut… I knew you wouldn't be able to keep from coming with that do-jigger in you…" At this point, Alison is beyond caring. Knowing that she is going to be punished for it just seems to make her come harder and more often. Her cunt gushes honey, her vagina and asshole twitching around the fat barrels of the instruments impaling her as her dope-addled brain reels with fear and excitement. Fiona tugs again at the leash, harder this time, the shocking pain from her pierced nipples finally penetrating through the bound blonde's reverie and forces her to move along.

Eventually they reach the kitchen, where Fiona sits Alison down on a stool at the breakfast counter, fastening the girl's ankle chain to the chrome ring around the base of the stool so she cannot get up. The tightly-corseted young lovely's whipped and slickly depilated crotch is pressed hard against the clingy red vinyl of the padded stool, forcing the twin dildoes deeper up her cunt and ass. "I'm going to unfasten your hands now, Alison…" her mistress informs her. "I want you to place them with the palms down and the fingers spread on the counter in front of you and keep them there. If you lift one finger without my permission I'm going to take my whip to your tits. Keep that in mind…"

"I understand, Mistress… I'll be good…" murmurs the still-quivering submissive obediently as her olive-skinned wardress walks around behind her and unclips her wristbands from behind her back, freeing her hands and easing some of the tension in her shoulders and back. Quickly, Alison places her hands on the counter in front of her as she has been instructed, sighing in relief as she works some of the kinks out of her shoulders. Fiona brings them both a couple of cups of herbal tea, setting them down on the formica next to a shoebox full of manicure paraphernalia. "Go ahead and drink your tea, honey…" the dark haired dominatrix allows, flipping on the small TV in the corner to some inane daytime interview show of the Jerry Springer type.

On the screen a fat middle-aged businessman type is confessing how he likes to dress up as a baby and have his bottom powdered, to the hoots and howls of the audience. "Pathetic wimp…" Fiona mutters… "And you thought you had problems…" Alison sips her tea gratefully, her mouth as dry as the desert sands, feeling a bit ludicrous sitting there in her bizarre get-up as if everything were perfectly normal but relieved that for the moment nothing more is being required of her. Her mistress sits down at the counter across from her and goes to work on her nails, filing them smooth and stripping them of the existing polish. From the shoebox she takes a set of extra-long nail extensions, carefully fitting them to Alison's slender fingers and bonding them in place with epoxy resin. She files them smooth and shapes them into oval tips, doing first one hand and then the other as her docile captive sips her tea with her other hand. The white plastic of the fake nails extends perhaps an inch from the ends of the girl's finger tips, rendering her hands almost useless for any practical purposes.

With these things on her fingers it will be impossible or at any rate extremely difficult for the girl to do such things as button a button or pick up a dime, further reinforcing the idea that her purpose in life is purely sexual and decorative. This point is not lost on

Alison, who feels a certain rush of heat surging through her plugged loins at the thought as her mistress applies three coats of hot pink lacquer to the super-long claws, carefully letting them dry before applying a clear top coat. This done, she drills three small pin-holes in the corner of Alison's left pinky nail and inserts three small silvery rings through the holes, symbolizing both the piercing of the girl's sex flesh and the constant openness of her three bodily orifices.

Fiona elucidates the significance of these objects to her quietly attentive captive, explaining that even when she is dressed in outwardly normal clothing these rings and other subtle signs will mark her to those who are in the know as a slave and a whore, one who lives only to open herself upon command. This whole process takes almost an hour, and by the time they are done it is around eleven thirty in the morning. Just time for them to have a light lunch before their guests arrive, Fiona observes as she clips the submissive blonde's wrists together in front of her once more. The little rings at the end of her pinky jingle faintly with every movement, constantly reminding the fettered young woman of her enslaved condition. As if she needed any further reminders.

Alison sits in mounting apprehension, picking at her salad and squirming in her seat as the clock slowly draws closer to noon. A knot of anxiety grows in her belly with the knowledge that her recently-whipped and nakedly hairless pussy is about to be pierced and penetrated with more of Spider's gleaming needles, to be adorned and marked with steely metallic intruders like those that dangle from the throbbing tips of her luscious young tits. The more she tries not to think about it, the more the images spring to her mind unbidden. Spider approaching her spread open cunt with a long glittering steel shaft in his hand, thrusting it cruelly through her helplessly quivering clit, her labia… She can't help but wonder exactly how and where they intend to pierce her… how many rings will soon be hanging from her delicate pink membranes? Inevitably, the seconds tick by, the hands of the clock slowly creeping towards the vertical as she torments herself with these thoughts. The TV drones on in the background unheard as her fear and anxiety build, the remains of her lunch sitting untouched before her. Fiona sits there smoking a cigarette, looking bored.

At five minutes to noon the brunette rises, sweeping away the dirty dishes and then leading Alison back to the living room, fastening her cuffed hands behind her back once more and sitting her down on the couch to wait. The petrified blonde feels weak and faint with terror, her knees shaking so badly she can hardly walk. "Scared, huh?" Fiona mocks her. "That's good. Spider likes 'em scared…" Alison stares over at the bondage bench spotlit at the other end of the room, knowing that soon she will be fastened there with her ankles up in the stirrups, helplessly spread-eagled for sexual torture. Her freshly depilated and extra sensitive pussy and asshole clutch reflexively around the slippery white plastic intruders impaling her, her fear and anguish only seeming to heighten the sensation as her soon-to-be-pierced little clit rubs excitedly against the cruppering strap drawn up tightly between her legs. If she's not careful she'll make herself come again. The last thing she wants is more punishment. Or is it? Her heart is pounding madly in her chest, the rush of adrenaline making her bright pink nipples stiffen, swelling and pulsing around the silvery rings that hang from them. "You just sit there and relax, cupcake…" Fiona commands. "I've got to go and get your injections ready… Believe me you're gonna be grateful you got them…"