Part-Time
Part 2
This is actually my favorite part of this story so far. I still get thrills when
I read her predicament at the head of it. It incorporates a number of my
passions: ballet boots, piercings, uncomfortable bondage and an innovative
situation. I am constantly inspired by Gord and his writers and their
imaginative ideas.
Corrie struggled to maintain her balance as the party goers pushed past her in
the crowded room. She was having trouble seeing them coming and they held little
concern for her. The party had been raging for hours now and Corrie, the
designated waitress, had stumbled around on her painful toe shoes providing a
variety of refreshments. Her arms still bound behind her, wrists forced high up
on her back, she could not use them for balance. The head harness was tightly
strapped onto her, a long leather lace extending from the ring at the top of her
head, down her back and between her ass cheeks. The other end connected to her
clit ring. If she did not keep her chin up high, forcing her to look at the
ceiling, she would pull painfully on the piercing. Unfortunately, another small
strap connected from her clit ring, up to the tray that was suspended at belly
button level. The small rods pierced through the middle of her nipples had been
connected to a short chain that supported the back side of the tray just below
her large breasts. Another chain connected to the front edge of the tray and
stretched up to her nose ring. With the shuffle of weight shifting on and off
her tray, it was difficult to keep it level. She could only rely on the feeling
of balance, since she was unable to look down far enough the make sure. Instead,
she reacted, alternately pulling on her sensitive clit or her pierced nipples,
while feeling the strain on her nose ring.
If she didn't keep moving, the sting of a buggy whip on her tender ass reminder
her, while causing her to teeter on her toes. The short chain keeping her ankles
close made it difficult to recover from an unplanned stumble. It had been a
month since she had signed on to her two month contract with her master. She had
trouble remembering that she would receive $200,000 for the stint as slave girl.
The memory seemed clouded by the series of tortures and humiliations Corrie
faced daily. When she first came to California to study acting and try her hand
at Hollywood, she never imagined she would be able to walk in ballet shoes or
take a large dildo up her ass. Instead, she had been forced to service men and
women alike, learning skills she never thought possible in bringing a person to
orgasm. The pain of punishment had been excruciating. Corrie had never imagined
she would be treated so much like an animal. The ring in her nose alone had
reminded her daily how much she had become an object, a tool for pleasure, but
not her own.
Lost in thought, Corrie could not sense the slavegirl who was crawling across
her path. The master, whipping his slave as he drove her across the room, was
focused on the subject of his punishment. As Corrie stumbled across the slave,
she launched the drinks from the tray onto the master and several other
dominants close by. As she fell, unable to stop herself, she knew that she had
just made a horrible mistake. As the tray struck the floor and folded up against
her body, the yank on her clit chain brought a scream from her throat before she
fainted.
Corrie awoke in darkness. A blindfold covered her eyes but she could hear some
familiar sounds around her. For a moment she assumed she was still on the floor
at the party, but as she tried to shift her position, she realized she had been
bound in a much different way. Suddenly, the blindfold was taken off and she
squinted in the bright light. Quickly she recognized a bathroom. Beside her, a
man's urinal was installed in the wall. She couldn't move her head, but she
could feel how she was bound. Her arms, still forced high up her back, had been
clamped to the wall behind her, keeping her near the floor. She could feel two
new dildos forced inside her and, as she tried to shift her lower body, realized
that they where fixed to the floor and she was spiked onto them. Her knees where
strapped wide open, her ankles where strapped to her upper thighs. Well, at
least she wasn't on her toes. Her head had been strapped back again, the new
head harness bending her neck harshly back. Something strange filled her mouth
and she could feel something down her throat as well. As she tried to breath,
she quickly realized she could only breath through her nose. Before she could
truly understand her predicament, she could see her master enter the room.
"I see you're awake now." He was angry, far more angry than she had ever seen. A
shiver of true fear ran down her back. "You really made a mistake. Do you know
how embarrassing it was to apologize to all my guests. You should be better
trained than that." He leaned over in front of her and grabbed her left nipple
rod, twisting it harshly. Corrie's eyes watered as a gurgle escaped her throat.
"Well, I won't take any chances with you now. For the next four weeks you will
be my toilet slave." Corrie panicked. She was in a bathroom, tied in a position
beside a man's urinal. Did this mean...
"I hope you enjoy surviving on urine and shit, because that's what your purpose
in life will be for the next month. This is a bathroom in a friend's dungeon.
They have parties here every night and quite a lot through the day. You should
have plenty of customers. I'll see you in a week."
Corrie tried to struggle, to escape this horrible twist. She had been ok with
the humiliation, the pain and torture, the body piercings and the sexual
servitude. She had never imagined she would be forced to be a toilet to a series
of strangers. She was scared to death and, in her panic, released her bladder.
The dildo shoved up her pussy had been designed to catch her own urine as well,
pumping it back into the large clear basin that had been positioned above her
open mouth. A large funnel led from the basin into her mouth. Though the tube
deposited her urine into her mouth, another tube had been locked into her
throat, preventing her from anything other than swallowing. Rubber wedges had
been forced between her teeth, holding her mouth wide open. The result was her
mouth as a reservoir for anything deposited into the basin above her, including
her own excretions. As her own urine filled her mouth and she was forced to
swallow it, tears began flowing from her eyes.
Three days had passed and Corrie had been unable to move an inch. A servant
arrived almost hourly to wrench her bonds tighter. She knew now that her body
was bound by not just straps, but steel bands riveted to the wall and floor. She
would never be able to move again until the steel rivets where cut away. She had
lost count of the number of men and women who had defecated or urinated into her
basin. At first she had to fight the incredible urge to vomit as she felt her
mouth filling with warm shit. She tried to scream before the party goer relieved
themselves, hoping to gain some sympathy. Instead they often smiled at the
whimper that escaped her throat, then tried even harder to fill the basin,
forcing her to take more than the typical mouthful. Corrie had even lost the
ability to cry. She knew now that she had fallen to the lowest level possible.
Not even treated as an animal, now she was just a receptacle for a series of
strangers.
It was a vicious cycle. Often, after a big party night, her stomach would be
distended by the waste of the guests. She had consumed everything from plain
urine to diarrhea. In the middle of the night, after the last guest had
urinated, she would urinate or defecate herself, feeling her own waste products
pumped back up into the basin and into her mouth. It was at these times she felt
she wanted to die. But she could not do anything except swallow her own feces
again.
For seven long days she had been used as a toilet. Once released, she thought
the worst was over. She quickly discovered her master was still very angry. She
was blindfolded once again, unlocked from the wall and transported to another
location. It was an hour before she was chained on a cold, dirt floor. Her
blindfold was removed as someone plugged her nose with stoppers. Long hoses
where cut through the center of the stoppers so that she could breath. The other
end of the hoses extended away from her body into the darkness. Rubber wedges
once again held her mouth wide open, though her throat was blocked, preventing
her from breathing through her mouth. She could swallow once again, but only
breath through the long hoses in her nose. The steel collar was still locked
around her throat, with a short chain that kept Corrie on her knees. Her arms
where still bound behind her back, rivets still holding her wrists to the back
of her collar. As the hands left her once again, she tried to cry out but the
throat gag only allowed a gurgle. Darkness surrounded her.
After a few hours, Corrie could hear the roar of a crowd in the distance. Light
streamed in from overhead suddenly and, as she looked up to see the source, a
thin stream of urine poured down on her head. It was then she realized she had
been chained in the bottom of a portable bathroom. She could now hear the soccer
game outside and she realized it would be a long weekend.
By the first evening, she had been buried up to her breasts in feces and urine.
She knew she would soon be submerged in shit, unable to prevent it from entering
her mouth. Already, despite the tubes in her nose, she could barely stand the
smell around her. Her hair was covered with brown waste, her head draped with a
piece of used toilet paper.
The stadium had apparently closed in early evening. The sounds of the crowd
receded and she was left in darkness. The waste now covered her to her neck.
Corrie was defeated. She truly felt worthless as she kneeled in the bottom of
the toilet. She knew in several hours she would be completely covered in other
people's feces, and she will have lost all identity as an individual.
Corrie had been cleaned thoroughly by the other slaves, her body scrubbed hard
to ensure she would not be offensive to any guests or the master. She did not
fight, nor object at all. Corrie had reached the depths of humiliation. Just
hours ago, after spending her second day in the same portable toilet, she had
been buried beneath human feces. Only the breathing tubes that remained
unblocked allowed her to breath. Her mouth, held open wide by the rubber wedges
and her throat blocked open, was quickly filled as well. Corrie had been forced
to swallow a lot of the shit around her. By the time her master's slaves had
pulled her out, she had truly become a toilet slave.
Now, as she kneeled at her master's feet again, she kept her head bowed. She was
sure she would have to prove her dedication as a toilet slave soon. She was not
disappointed. One of her fellow slave girls, a young girl of 16 years, was
stretched across a hobby horse as a guest fucked her up the ass. The girl,
obviously not enjoying the penetration, was trying to scream, but another man
kept her mouth filled with his huge cock. Finally, the first man came deep into
the slave's ass and pulled out. Corrie's master pulled her up and made her kneel
behind the young slave.
"Suck the cum out of her ass, slave." Corrie knew better than to hesitate as she
planted her mouth firmly on the girl's asshole and began sucking the man's cum
out. Her master whispered quietly in the young slave's ear and, as Corrie
penetrated the girls asshole with her tongue, she could feel a piece of feces
being forced out. Corrie sucked harder, pulling the soft lump from the girl and
swallowing it. Her master smiled.
Corrie's two months where nearly up, though she was unaware of the time. She had
spent the past three weeks on a steady diet of shit and urine, never allowed to
consume anything else. Even the lowliest slave was allowed to use her as a
toilet, pissing in her mouth as she drank without hesitation. During the day,
with her arms still bound up high on her back, she was responsible for cleaning
the floors and toilets in the bathroom with her tongue. She licked the stains
out of the bowls, cleaning the inside and outside until spotless, swallowing any
debris she might find. At times, the guests would avoid flushing the toilets.
Corrie knew, when she found one like this, that she was to eat and drink any
contents. The few times guests or slaves where allowed to use a real toilet,
Corrie was kept close to act as toilet paper.
On her last day, Corrie was led into the living room where she saw two familiar
faces. The owner of the escort company and Cindy sat on the couch. Both looked
surprised as they recognized Corrie. The innocent young girl from the Midwest
was gone. Instead, they saw a blonde girl, walking in ballet shoes, with harsh
rings pierced through her clit, nose and twice through her nipples. As she
turned to kneel at her master's feet, they could see the brutal method her arms
had been forced up her back, then riveted to the back of her steel collar. Cindy
could not believe her friend was in this body of a slave.
As Corrie fell to her knees with practiced ease and her chain leash was locked
to a ring in the floor, her master addressed her for the first time in a month.
"Corrie, you have been an amazing slave the past two months."
"Thank you, master."
"You have earned your $200,000. But I have a better offer. If you chose to stay
for a complete year, I will pay you one million dollars. In truth, I will pay
half to a trust fund now, with the other half held in escrow until the final
date of your servitude."
Corrie was having trouble hearing her master. She was his toilet slave and
couldn't understand the discussion of money. "I don't understand, master. Have I
displeased you?"
"No, Corrie. You where everything I could dream of. But I want to keep you for a
year." She still didn't get it so Cindy tried to explain.
"Corrie? It's me, Cindy. He wants to keep you as a slave. But you don't have to
do it. We will take you away for a few days to recover anyway, so you can make
your decision later." A slave girl appeared to help Corrie out of the room. She
looked back in confusion, unsure of what was happening.
Two days had passed for Corrie. At home again, she found it strangely surreal to
be without her piercings. She had the use of her arms for the first time in two
months. She found herself wearing her highest heels day and night. She was not
comfortable. Her priorities seemed to have changed now that she had enough money
to do anything she wanted. Cindy tried to be of help, but could only provide a
distraction from Corrie's thoughts. She had recovered from the mindset she had
fell into. Though she refused to discuss her experience, she knew that she had
been used and tortured mercilessly. Despite her fear of what had been done to
her, she knew she would still consider the offer her "master" had made.
End part 2
