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Chapter 8
Christine left the office and went to find Helena. Obviously Helena would be wherever she had been left; in this case in her cell. Helena's cell was different from the rest – more like a shallow broom closet. Her bed was a shelf that was the size of the floor of the closet – four feet wide and 3 deep, just above knee level. A single vertical board 8” high across the door way kept her from rolling out. She had learned and practiced squirming with her head and torso and could in fact move a bit. But the vertical side was too high for her to go over. The door closed even with the side so with the door closed she was completely isolated. As a further source of aggravation, a lid was hinged on the back and usually left fastened up; when dropped it left her feeling like she had been closed in a drawer. Or a coffin. Any claustrophobia (which she did occasionally experience) only made it worse.
The bottom of the shelf was padded and covered in a waterproof ultrasuede. A slight incline toward a drain six inches from one end of the shelf made clean up easier. The drain also served as her toilet. A faucet with a short hose hanging from it was plumbed into the wall at the drain end. She was no longer considered a full member of the little society that lived in the mansion; she had been reduced to a living object: a pet. That had been decided both by her and by her trainers as her goal; her purpose. And so she had achieved that goal.
Christine pulled a cart from a closet next to Helena's cell; it was designed and constructed for the transport of the limbless female. Christine touched the electronic lock pad next to Helena's door; the door slid open silently revealing the torso inside. Christine smiled as she saw how the plaything had been left. Helena wasn't a large woman before she was diminished, now she resembled a broken doll. A broken doll with remarkably large breasts. A large chain had been locked around Helena's petite neck, each end locked to eye bolts anchored in the concrete wall. It was symbolic; there was no possibility that she would ever leave the shelf by herself, besides the fact that there was no access to the door lock from the inside. The chain would simply be an additional reminder of her helplessness. Alone in the dark, unable to do more than squirm around; even this small ability was denied her. The small space was filled with the stench from the contents of her mouth. Christine winced and waved some fresher air into the area.
“Whew! Have you been enjoying the snack I gave you yesterday?” The bald head nodded. “Show me.” Helena opened her mouth to display the contents; it resembled thin pudding. The stench increased. “Flush it.” The mistress said. Helena closed her mouth and swallowed. She worked her tongue around and swallowed again. “Time for a drink. I need to piss anyway. She examined the chain. A key for the lock hung on a hook attached to the shelf lid. She removed the chain and pushed it to the side.
“So. It looks like someone wanted to be sure that you didn't manage to escape. Was it the Roscoes or the Lady Beth who installed the chain?” Christine asked. Helena looked up at her mistress. She was the only one other than senior staff and Charles who was permitted that luxury.
“Lady Beth, mistress. She thought it was humorous.” Helena responded. Her gums displayed the remnants of her snack.
“A joke. A cruelty joke. Do you like it? Or hate it?” The mistress inquired. Helena shrugged.
“I notice it occasionally; it rubs my throat. It's no big deal. I think she was doing it to be annoying. If so, it didn't work.” Helena was very stoic about her condition; she might as well be.
“Lady Beth? Being annoying? That's what she's best at. I'll tell her to try harder next time.” Christine offered.
“Thank you, mistress. You're most accommodating.” Helena replied. It was difficult to determine whether the comment was sincere or sarcastic. Christine snickered at that. The mistress unlocked the chain, dropped the side of the shelf. The side was hinged to provide an extension that bridged the space to the cart. The cart butted against the extension and Christine maneuvered the torso onto the cart. She pulled the body over until the bald head hung off the edge then lifted the hem of her dress and removed the thong. The mouth opened and Christine filled it with her piss. The mouth swallowed; was refilled. Christine said:
“A treat to suck on while we get you cleaned up.” She placed the crotch of the thong into the open mouth and began to push the cart away. The cameras installed in the ceiling of both the cell and the hallway captured the event in its entirety.
As she pushed the cart Christine reflected on the chain that had secured the pet. She addressed the figure being transported.
“You know you're not here to enjoy life. You forfeited that when you crossed the threshold of this house. You acknowledged it further by demanding to be diminished.” She paused, then continued “I've got a treat for you. I'm going to have my pussy sucked today. You get first turn. How long do you think you can suck on me?” The woman's face broke into a grin. She pushed the fabric away with her tongue.
“All day. Do I get to suck your asshole, too?” She asked.
“Yes. But be careful. I'm saving my orgasms for later. You are just to warm me up.” She answered. “And you don't get all day.” The face below her pouted.
“Ummm. Mistress's pussy and ass. Thank you. I don't get to worship you two days in a row very often.” Helena said. “Have I done something special?”
“Not really. You're just convenient.” The mistress told her.
“Thank you anyway, mistress.” Helena saw the slightly peeved expression on her mistress's face but chose to ignore it.
They made their way to the showers where Christine turned her charge over to a female slave for cleaning. She made her way over to the dungeon, or “chastisement room” to look in at the Roscoes having their way with Tuesday. She watched for a few minutes as the woman danced upside down to the rhythm of their whips.
“She's going to be fun, that one.” Christine said to no one.
By the time Christine returned to the showers Helena had been washed and dried; her mouth cleaned, gums scrubbed shiny.
“Shall this female assist the Mistress?” The slave who had cleaned Helena asked.
“No, I'll take her myself. Go clean her bed and let it air out.” Christine ordered.
“Yes, mistress.” The woman hurried off to comply.
Christine pushed the cart with her pet to an elevator; they rode up to the main floor and found a cozy lounging area complete with a comfortable chair designed for mistress worship. She slid the torso onto the bench built under the chair and pushed the shiny bald head up to the proper position. The ass stuck out the back; the seat bottom was open and designed to slightly separate the ass cheeks, not unlike a toilet seat. Christine removed her skirt and sat in the seat. She found a remote control for the flat screen monitor that was mounted a comfortable viewing distance away and lifted the wireless keyboard and trackball from beside the chair. She would have to find something to keep her distracted while the hungry lips and mouth worshiped at their altar.
She logged onto the in house surveillance and recording system and watched the Roscoes work Tuesday over for a few minutes; this certainly wouldn't work. She found some e-mail that needed attending and began to work.
Underneath, Helena reveled in her opportunity. Her lips pulled gently at the labia hanging in her mouth. She noticed that her mistress was already slightly swollen. Perhaps she had enjoyed some pleasure earlier? While the pussy was quite wet, there was no evidence that a male had partaken of her mistress's delights. Which was a shame, as she enjoyed the added flavor of semen to her mistress's delicious juices. One of her joys was cleaning up both of her mistress's holes after she had been ravished by which ever lover - or lovers - she bestowed her charms upon. Her searching tongue found the hole she was desiring and swiped around inside, reaching as deeply as she could.
Christine looked down between her legs to the top of the face visible there. She began her usual harangue.
“Having fun, slut?” The mistress asked. The bald head nodded, the tongue never leaving its duty. “You know I’m still annoyed that I allowed you to convince me to have you diminished?” The head bobbed again. “Against my better judgment I allowed a valuable property to be damaged. You certainly have a much smaller value on the market; in fact you’re likely to be unsellable. There might be a few whorehouses in the far east that could use you as a display curiosity. But your maintenance becomes a liability that is greater than your asset value. So, except for the duties you perform here, you’re pretty much useless.”
Helena had used an “invitation” from Charles to plead for a similar audience with her mistress. A long series of sessions had ensued. The eventual result was Helena’s current condition and a near cessation of such meetings for anyone. Charles was pissed at Christine’s allowance of such a procedure. Nevertheless he permitted it since it was his wife - the figurehead director of the place - who had agreed to it. Christine was grudgingly supported in her decision but Charles made sure that she paid a hefty price for her fiscal mistake. The modification resulted in a human oddity and an extreme rift in Charles' and Christine’s relationship for a few weeks. For while everyone in the house thought that Mistress Christine was the supreme dictator of the household; Christine and Charles knew better. It was Charles that provided the wherewithal that supported the operation; She knelt at his feet in private. During the weeks after Helena's diminishment not only did Christine kneel, she suffered and occasionally bled.
The maelstrom that was Helena's mind led her to seek her amputations, but it also needed her worthlessness to be reinforced both verbally as well as by her treatment. Degradation fulfilled her. After all, anyone who could desire such a procedure so desperately must surely deserve it. Circular logic. Most of what passed through her mind as logic was at best circular and at worst remarkably self destructive. Her childhood was so full of evil treatment, trauma and despair that in response and refuge her mind had created parallel identities. One was hostile and self loathing, one was penitent and grovelling, one was a frivolous child, one was darkly demented. All were submissive and each masqueraded as the same person.
“As a human, you're pretty worthless” her mistress continued. “As a toilet you're remarkably expensive. You do flush yourself, but then you leave behind a mess someone else must clean up. I guess the horses and dogs think you're better than just being horny all the time. Have you learned how to take a horse's cock all the way down your throat yet?” She asked.
The head between her thighs shook negatively. Tears formed in the corners. Her worthlessness was being reinforced.
“We may have to consider some surgical options to widen that portion of your anatomy. It may cause you to lose your ability to speak.” The eyes widened at that hint. “But then, other than your screams, you don't really have much to say of any value anyway. Your screams can become tedious. I doubt that I will miss them. You'll just have to grunt.” Christine didn't really plan any such treatment. It was the mental cruelty that she sought. She found it very frequently.
“The Roscoe's will likely enjoy it as well. They won't have to worry about damaging anything when they fuck your throat. Maybe I'll ask the surgeon if he can leave large lumps of scar tissue in your throat to help stimulate the Roscoe's cocks. They work so hard. They deserve a little treat once in a while.” While the Roscoe's did work hard at pleasing their employers; they also had probably the best position in the place. All the sex and other benefits of the job, nothing very strenuous considering their size and virtually no responsibility. For Christine to act as if they were challenged in their duties while the limbless torso beneath her served as a toilet for people and a whore for livestock - who might be further destroyed to better serve as a toy - was a cruel ploy indeed. A snuffling noise came from the region of Christine's cunt as Helena snorted back a mixture of snot, tears and vaginal juices.
“Don't be such a sissy.” Christine retorted. “I might even have the surgeon use anesthesia.” Christine watched as tears poured from the eyes beneath her, the head nodding slowly. Christine eased and rotated her hips back a bit to better line up her urethra with the mouth serving her. “Time for you favorite beverage.” She said and released her bladder once again into the waiting mouth. The cameras caught every drop as it fell.
Christine used the one-sided discussion to keep her mind off of her bodily sensations while the minutes ticked away. She knew that Charles would preview the recordings. He would enforce every second of his command. The dutiful ministrations kept a steady stream of juices flowing into Helena's mouth. She swallowed frequently and when her mistress moved to provide clearer access to the pucker the fluid continued to flow, running into her ears and nose; pooling under her pate. She massaged the anus with her tongue, pushing and probing, relaxing the muscle enough to gain entry into the dark, moist hole. She at last succeeded and as she did her mistress stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes; leaning back against the chair as she felt the tongue slip in and out, orally sodomizing her. Helena sealed her mouth against the opening and alternatively stuck her tongue as far inside as it could reach and then sucking when she withdrew it. After some minutes of this she was rewarded with a small nugget that she quickly gummed into a paste and swallowed before Christine realized what she had done. Christine opened her eyes and looked into the face under her.
“Swallowed without permission, didn't you?” She stated. The eyes gleamed in triumph and the head nodded. “For that I've got a special punishment for you. I expected you might take advantage of my generous gift you've been enjoying. So now you're going to provide some entertainment. Clean me up.” The mouth and tongue began licking to clean rather than to stimulate. When she had finished that task her mistress stood, picked up her skirt and dressed. She transferred the body onto the cart and began pushing her out of the lounge. She stopped and picked up a telephone receiver at the door, pushed a button and waited for an answer from the other end.
Chapter 9
“Mr. Tanner. I am on the way with this worthless whore you're supposed to manage. Please send someone to meet me at the lower door.” She listened and hung up. They were met by a thirty something male at the door, leaving the lower floor on the side of the stables.
“Thank you, Kenny.” Christine said. “Is everything prepared?”
“Yes, mistress.” Kenny replied. “Will you be joining us?”
“Certainly. I can't wait to see just how long she can hold on.” Christine responded. Helena could only lie there and wonder what was about to happen. Kenny pushed the cart to an area close to the stables. A suspension beam with hoist was set up, several reflective panels had been arranged to provide additional light to the area under the beam. Two men holding cameras and another assistant waited. The cameras were mounted on each man's shoulder and they pressed their eyes to the viewfinders. The red lights on the cameras began glowing.
Helena had difficulty seeing the apparatus from her position so Kenny and Mr. Tanner held her up so Christine could describe the coming event. The mistress picked up a rubber ball the size of an orange with a ring attached to it. She showed it to the figure before her.
“This is for your ass.” She said. She picked up another one, slightly smaller. “Your mouth.” She added. Then she picked up a pair of “L” shaped hooks with a ring in each end separated by a spreader bar. The rods were at least an eighth of an inch in diameter. “Your cunt.” She said lightly and saw Helena tremble. “And these are for your boobs.” She held up two rings, the inner edge lined with spikes; each spike alternating 1” and 2”. The spikes slanted in toward the center of the circle. Each ring was cut and joined by a thumbscrew that allowed them to be tightened into a smaller diameter. Four chains connected each ring to a smaller ring for hanging. Helena saw the suspension beam above her. The men arranged Helena in line with the beam and stepped back.
“This may sting a little.” Christine said as she picked up the first spike. She lined it up with the top of Helena's right labia and began to tread it through the flesh until it popped out just above her anus. Helena whimpered and gave a moan when the tip reappeared. She gave a small scream when the second one pushed through the soft flesh. The spreader bar was long enough to open the woman’s pussy. It gaped wetly in the sunlight. Christine then placed one of the rings around the woman's right breast and tightened the screw. The ring drew up and compressed the breast. The orb began to swell, the spikes digging into the tender meat. The other breast was similarly adorned. Christine then put the smaller ball into the toothless mouth. Then before she pushed the other ball into the waiting anus she asked:
“This is what is going to happen. We're going to suspend you by lines attached to the balls in your mouth and your ass. The hooks and rings will be attached to the same lines but the tethers on them will be a bit longer. So when you get tired of holding a ball with your mouth or asshole, you can rest by hanging from your pussy and your boobs. But here is the fun part. Once your mouth and ass are available, all the guys that aren't busy get to fuck your holes while you hang there. Isn't that just great?” Christine looked up at Mr. Tanner and Kenny. They just smiled and nodded. Helena looked horrified and looked from person to person, stunned.
“I hope that little treat was worth it. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to reflect on it while you're hanging around.” Christine said. “This is video will be a great seller. I hope you can last a long time. The longer you can last the longer the video will be and the more we can make on it. Would you like some lube for the ball going in your ass? It won't hurt so much going in. Of course, it might make it a tad more difficult to hang onto.” Christine smiled into Helena's face. The woman looked back, her face pale.
“O...O hank...Oo.” Helena answered around the ball. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She realized that this had been set up well in advance of her little bit of misbehavior. Her mistress was just using that as an excuse to blame her for the torture that would have happened regardless.
Christina picked up the larger ball and watched as the legless ass expanded to accept the ball. She worked the ball past the sphincter and attached the lines to both the ball and the hooks. The lovely mistress stepped to the other end and attached the remaining lines.
The two men holding cameras signaled that they were ready.
“Up she goes.” She said and Mr. Tanner pushed a button controlling the hoist. The slack was taken up and the torso rose on the cart. Almost instantly a line of perspiration appeared on Helena's forehead. A similar line sprung up over her upper lip. Next the area that would have been her armpits, if she had arms, began to drip. Her loins glistened. Rivulets began to run into her naval. Her head began to gleam again. The fluids from her lady's cunt had dried but the sweat helped to rinse them off. Her body responded in another way to her predicament. Christine saw the impaled labia begin to part, aside from the hooks residing in each lip. They were swollen already from the piercing, but the light glistened off of fluids exuded for another reason. Christine knelt down and put her mouth close to Helena's ear.
“I bet you really want to let go of those balls so you can feel those cocks fucking you, don't you?” The head didn't move; no sound was uttered. “You want to feel the spikes puncture those boobs. You need to feel those pussy lips stretching and tearing while cocks are pounding your holes. You want to hang like a piece of meat while each man...each HU-man tears off a piece of your ass. Maybe literally. After all you're not really a person anymore. You're a thing. A living toilet. A life support system for three fuck holes. You want them to do that, don't you?” She taunted. The head gave an almost imperceptible shake “no”.
They watched as she hung, trembling and twitching. The cameramen got close ups of each ball, her eyes, the spikes as they pressed; ready to stab into each breast. She lasted longer than Christine thought she could, giving plenty of opportunity to record each of her points of punishment.
The scene made Christina wet, her pussy began to drool. She felt her upper thighs become slick. She decided to push things along.
Helena hung on, not wanting to feel either ball slip from her grasp. Her sphincter burned with the exertion, her tongue adding pressure to the grip her jaw held on the orb trapped behind her lips. She concentrated on maintaining the pressure, ignoring all else, every fiber focused on each end. Then she felt it. A small pressure against her side. It left. It returned soon her other side. Then her hip. Then her right breast; pressing a bit of the bulge of her boob against the tip of a spike. Then she felt it push against her asshole, starting her to swing slightly.
“NO FAIR!” She thought, but couldn't say anything. Another push. She grunted, almost losing her hold on the ball in her mouth. She heard Christine say softly:
“Looky what I've got...”
She opened her eyes and almost opened her mouth. Christine was standing next to her. In her hand was a red shocking wand. It looked like a butane fireplace or grill lighter, but the electrodes were exposed. It functioned like a miniature cattle prod, delivering five thousand volt pulses when activated. Instead of lighting a gas it would light up anyone it touched when the trigger was pressed. Helena knew that the time for her fucking was nigh. She felt the end of the device push against her asshole, right next to the ring on the ball. She felt it start her swinging again. The swinging would only make the sudden drop and catch all the worse. On the third push the point held her against the return arc and Helena felt her ass explode. The ball slipped out and her weight fell onto the hooks spearing her labia. Her scream released the ball in her mouth and she felt a short drop. The sudden stop cut the scream off with a gasp.
Christine was watching; she saw the scream form and start, only to end as Helena tried to breathe. Christine watched as Helena fell. The spikes in the rings around her breasts punctured the underside. The longer spikes pushed against the skin on the top; forming a circle of bumps under the skin, but not penetrating all the way through. The labia stretched white as if frosted; all of the blood squeezed out by the pressure on the strained flesh. The pussy gaped open revealing the pink, glistening meat. Bubbles danced on the surface from the juice she had been exuding just prior to her fall. Her skin quivered, sweat ran down her sides, dripped from her ass cheeks. Christine just smiled at the sight.
Helena’s fall was halted at the same instant that her boobs were assaulted by the double ring of spikes waiting to pierce the captive flesh. Her breasts burned as the spikes dug through the skin. She felt her labia stretch. Her hole felt like it could easily accept a basketball. For an instant both she and Christine thought that her labia were going to be torn from her body; but despite being pulled out beyond human belief; they held. The tethers on the labia hooks were attached to the spreader bar, so the spreading was both horizontal as well as vertical. She felt her cunt gape open. Her fluids bubbled up and dripped over her asshole which itself was gaping; still strained by the effort to retain the ball.
Christine knelt next to the head and watched the tears flow over the side of her head and drip to the ground. She applauded softly and pushed the cart out of the way.
“Bravo. Good show. I love the way your belly trembled when I fired the sparkler. Now, would you like a nice hard fucking?” Christine asked gently. The mouth hung open; Helena's jaw muscles were exhausted. She shook her head.
“No. Please, mistress. No. No. Please.” Helena begged.
“Now, you know that I don't like that word. Especially from worthless little shit sucking horse fuckers. From insolent legless dog suckers. From uppity piss drinking toilet sluts. That's what you are, aren't you?” Christina mocked. The head nodded. “Then don't you think you need a good hard fucking by these nice men who have gone to all of this trouble?” The head didn't move. “Answer me, cunt.” The voice turned harsh. “Don't you deserve to get your holes filled with cum?”
“No, please.” The mouth whispered.
“Mr. Tanner. Can you rig this suspension up to the belly of a stallion? I think it would be interesting to watch her hang like this with a horse's cock in her mouth while he trots around the paddock until he's tired. Then we can turn her around and hang her from another one's belly and have him fuck her ass until he's tired as well.” Christine asked the stable manager.
“NO! NO! Please! The MEN. The MEN. NO HORSES!” Helena began to scream as loudly as her exhausted throat and strained lungs would permit.
“What did you say?” Christina asked into Helena's ear. “What word did you say? What word that I don't like little shit sucking toilet sluts say?”
“Please MISTRESS! P...PLEASE! Let the men fuck me. Let the men...fuck me.” She wailed.
“You insulted these nice gentlemen.” Christina said, indicating Mr. Tanner and Kenny. “You're going to have to make amends for that. Beg them to fuck you. Maybe you can convince them to touch your nasty, worthless holes.”
“Please. Mr. Tanner. Please fuck me. Please fuck my mouth. Or my ass. My throat. Please fuck my throat.” She begged. “Mr. Kenny. Please. You like to fuck my asshole. Please fuck my asshole. I want to feel your cock deep inside my ass. I want to taste my ass when I clean it off with my mouth. Please. Mr. Tanner. Sir? Will you please fuck me? Instead of the horses?” Helena was desperate.
“I don't know.” Mr. Tanner began. “I think it would be right interesting to watch her hanging under Ace's Wild's belly as he fucks her ass. He likes fucking her too. I'll bet he could fuck her all afternoon. He's been loafing the last few days. He needs a good workout.” He winked at Christine without Helena seeing it. “What do you think, Kenny? Think it would be fun to see how long old Ace can last? Then maybe let Brickbuster have her mouth. She's never got the whole thing down her throat. Yet. I bet four or five hours hanging under him giving him a world class blow job might loosen her up to get that hose all the way down.”
“Well, Mr. Tanner. It would be right entertaining. But I've got a serious piece of wood.” Kenny answered. “What if we fuck her first? Then we put her under the horses. The best of both worlds.”
Helena dropped her head. She was lost. Her mistress wouldn't need the surgeon after all. And she could be sure that the horse wouldn't have anesthesia. Nor mercy. She tried one last time. She lifted her head and looked at her mistress.
“Please. Mistress. I want the men to fuck me. Hard. Then I want to clean each cock that's been fucking my ass. Clean it with my mouth. Then please have mercy. Please have someone smash my skull with a pipe. Or slit my throat. Then put me under the horses. At least it won't hurt so much. Please, mistress.” Her eyes showed that she was past defeat.
“No. No pipe. No killing. I'll consider not putting you under the horses. In the mean time, Mr. Tanner, please choose your hole. Kenny, you take the other one. Kenny, I believe you're familiar with the cameras?” She asked.
“Yes, ma'am.” He answered. She looked at the lead cameraman. He nodded in assurance.
“Fine. When the two of you are through, I want Kenny to take a camera and the recording crew take their turn. While they are having a bit of fun, I want you, Mr. Tanner,” she turned to face the stable manager, “I want you to get on the phone and round up as many swinging dicks as are available. Tell the Roscoes that this is a priority. I'm sure they would like a shot at her like this.”
“Yes ma'am.” Mr. Tanner said. He looked up at Kenny and grinned. I'll start in her mouth. And I'll finish in her mouth.” He bent down close and looked into Helena's eyes. “And I'm going to fuck your ass in between. I still want to see you and Ace to give it a try.” The look in his eyes was close to evil. She closed her eyes and shuddered.
“Oh! Men...” Christine told them. “Remember, those hooks sticking out of her pussy are sharp. I hung her that way so her head would be lower than her ass and if she slipped she wouldn't come off of the hooks. The angle helps keep the points away. So; mind that you don't stick yourself on them. That might hurt.” Mr. Tanner grinned in response and turned to Kenny.
“Kenny, how about grabbing a couple of those large bottle corks in the tack room. And while you're there get a bottle of liniment. I suspect that her muscles are going to sore from all this fucking.” He told his assistant. Christine grinned.
“Mr. Tanner. I believe you've got something else in mind for that liniment.” She said laughing. He laughed with her.
“Just want to keep her attention. Don't want her to get bored.” He added. “She fucks so much I thought she might not focus on what she's doing.”
“Just say “Aces and Brickbuster” every so often. I'm sure she'll pay attention.” She turned and stepped away. She watched as Mr. Tanner lined up his cock with the open mouth. With Helena's head hanging down he would have a straight line to her throat. She turned her head slightly to look at her mistress as she felt the cock enter her mouth and slip effortlessly down into her throat. She relaxed, breathing through her nose. Mr. Tanner pressed his groin against her face, paused, and began stroking in and out of her mouth. His cock had spent many hours in this embrace. She was starting to relax into a familiar situation. She felt Kenny push two fingers into her distended cunt and draw out a glob of her lubrication. He wiped some on his cock and some on her asshole. She opened her ass for his cock. If only her labia and boobs didn't burn like fire she could enjoy this.
The adrenaline and endorphins that flooded her body when she thought that she would spend the day slung under the belly of a stallion provided a little natural relief from the pain from the hooks and spikes. The endorphins continued to fill her body, enabling her mind to wander. Her different personalities pushed and shoved each other; the events happening to her body seemed to be happening to someone else. When Kenny stuck his cock in for cleaning she barely registered the change; she just sucked it into her throat and laved it with her tongue. She stayed in cruise control until the Roscoes showed up. Christine watched the almost twins ravage her body for a while. She knew that they would abuse her sufficiently. There would be little left for anyone else to enjoy after those two professionals had their way. She turned and walked away. She could watch the rest of it tonight as she deep throated Charles's wonderful cock. She would see what Tuesday was up to, but first, a bite of lunch and a drink. It was hot out and all the activity had left her thirsty.
Chapter 10
Mistress Christine found Tuesday bent over an arched rack. Her arms and feet attached to spreader bars, her back bent back sharply. Tuesday discovered what the unusual apparatus underneath the device could do. A frame holding blunt pointed metal pyramids pushed her away from the rails of the rack. The points were spread out; several inches between each one. Her back was bent almost to the breaking point, the points bearing all of her weight. The spreaders pulled her arms and feet wide open while stretching her across the points. Her mouth was held open by a spreader gag. A woman – Lady Beth – sat on a stool focused on the gaping pussy before her. Tuesday had been curious why she hadn't been allowed to shave her pussy since she began her journey. She now mightily wished that she had. Lady Beth was playing with the pubic hair, now grown out sufficiently to grasp with tweezers. And that was what she was doing. After having had the “pleasure” of the Roscoe's little game she had been delivered for bodily cleaning. Then it was time for her depilatory cleansing. Lady Beth would select a hair and slowly draw it from its pore. The torment of this became clear after the first half hour. The rack and points burned into her muscles. The slow pull of each pubic hair made her twitch. Thus she added to her own torment.
Christine watched for a while, noticing how Tuesday's eyes would dart around after the root of each hair released its hold on her body. She stepped over to Lady Beth.
“Good afternoon Ms Beth. How are you and Tuesday this afternoon?” She asked the woman as another hair drifted to the floor.
“We are wonderful, mistress. And how is your afternoon?” Lady Beth replied. Tuesday didn't quite agree with the assessment but didn't bother to disagree.
“Quite interesting so far. I have a bit of a desire. I want a pussy sucker. Do you think that cunt on the rack there can manage such an easy chore?” Christine asked her.
“I would certainly enjoy the pleasure of sucking your delicious pussy, if you would but give me an opportunity.” Lady Beth answered. Christine smiled.
“You may get that opportunity. But I haven't yet had a chance to try this tongue.” She waved at Tuesday. “Her videos certainly indicate that her tongue can find its way around a pussy. And she does have a penchant for drinking piss. Have you used her mouth yet?” Christine asked.
“Not yet. I was going to strap her face on for a few hours after I finished here. Would you like me to find the mounting stool so you can try her out while I finish this?” The Lady inquired.
“Hmmm. Yes. I think so.” The mistress replied. The Lady Beth located a contraption that mounted on the frame of the rack. It was a seat not unlike the one she had occupied earlier; only this one mounted on the rack over Tuesday's face and open mouth. Footrests provided a stable position; the back was slanted slightly back. A small stool provided an easy step up to the seat. The spreader gag was removed and Christine stepped up and sat down over Tuesday's face. Tuesday's head was bent down at such an angle that she couldn't really see her mistress, just her drooling pussy and asshole.
“You may worship at your altar, cunt.” Christine said to Tuesday. “I wish to see if you are as talented in person as you appeared on video.”
“Thank you, mistress for this honor.” Tuesday's muffled voice came from under the seat. She twitched hard as a searing pain shot across both breasts. The pain repeated several times. Lines of fire stretched from rib to rib, intersecting at her nipples. The pain reflected from the points pressing into her back, shoulders and legs as she squirmed. Her breasts continued to burn as she furthered tortured herself by moving.
“Who gave you permission to speak, you worthless cunt!” Lady Beth admonished her. She had been waiting for any indiscretion, holding a short whip at the ready. Christine blocked most of the screams with her pussy.
“Nicely done; Lady Beth.” Christine complimented her senior female trainer. “How about a few matching strokes on her cunt.” The Lady nodded and stepped to the other end of the rack and delivered three quick slashes across the spread open gash in front of her. Tuesday twitched and shook again, her screams filling Christine's cunt. The mistress tilted her head in commendation to her trainer. “You do nice work. You may resume your hygienic tasks.”
Lady Beth sat back down in her stool and picked up her tweezers. She ran her hand across the newly rising welts on the flesh before her. She could feel the body trembling, noticed that Tuesday's chest rose and fell in shuddering gasps as she tried to breathe through the sopping pussy pressed against her face. She chose a hair shaft close to the clitoral hood and began her slow extraction. She smiled as the thighs on either side tightened again.
“Lady Beth.” Christine began. “I found Helena chained in her cell this morning.” The Lady looked up attentively. “She related that you applied the chain as an annoyance. Is that so?”
“Yes, mistress, I thought it might remind her of her position in the household...I should say her bottom position in the household, while she slept.” Lady Beth answered.
“Well...apparently it didn't work. She simply put it out of her mind. Perhaps you could use something more...cerebral to work on her mind instead.” Christine recommended.
“Yes, ma'am, perhaps she'll respond to a rumor I was thinking of starting.” Lady Beth responded.
“And what might that rumor be?” The mistress inquired.
“That this new slut currently feeding at your pussy wants to take her place as the primary worshiper of your lovely and delicious pussy.” The Lady grinned as she said it. She saw Tuesday stiffen at the suggestion, so she embellished her idea a bit further. “This one could be used for people while Helena could be moved to the stables exclusively. And after the amputations you could have matching furniture.” Tuesday began to tremble. She didn't dare moan or make any sound at all. Christine noticed the tension in Tuesday's body and decided to continue the concept.
“I think that you may have come up with something. These are lovely arms and legs. And her torso length would be better suited for the floor stand as a door greeter.” She looked down and addressed the head beneath her. “Slut! TUESDAY! Stop for a minute.” The tongue stopped as she listened. “You haven't had the opportunity to see what the Lady Beth is talking about. On some days Helena is placed upright on a pair of large dildos and held by a frame at the door of the Great Theater. There she gives blowjobs and pussy sucks to anyone that comes by. I think your longer torso would be a better fit. What do you think?” There was no response. Then the fire revisited her breasts. “I couldn't hear you. What did you say?”
“THANK YOU! MISTRESS!” Tuesday screamed into the pussy against her face. “Whatever the mistress wishes.” She gasped as the pain shot through her body yet again. She had no idea that the other two women were laughing at her distress.
“Thank you, Beth. I think your idea bears serious consideration.” Christine smiled as the Lady Beth grinned and knelt, placing her mouth close enough for Tuesday to hear clearly. “Helena begged that her amputations be done without anesthesia. But if you behave and learn your duties quickly the mistress might allow you to have it. My ears still ring sometimes from her screams.” The Lady could see Tuesday's eyes darting back and forth, tears streaming down her forehead. Beth sat back down and resumed her task.
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