Message-ID: <18136eli$9812200439@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mr. Ed" Subject: Pooch's Story Part 9 (Bdsm, S&M, torture, scat, , F/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <367BD61F.46DDEBAF@home.com> Over the next few weeks the entire Pooch story, as written so far, will be reposted. New cahpters will appear each Saturday. After chapter 12 is reposted, the new Chapter 13 Pooch's Punishment will be posted. As always I look forward to any comments that you may wish to email me at thepooch@home.com Mr. Ed Out of the Frying Pan There was the sound of stiletto heels again only this time there was two pair. Something was amiss in Pooch's dark, hellish world. She couldn't bring herself to think that release from the block would be imminent. The extra pair of shoes would mean only additional torment, something that she could probably not even imagine. It had only been twenty minutes since the healing machine had cycled off. Pooch was still shaking, her vagina and cervix felt badly burned, Burning was a sensation that the slave was becoming very familiar with. The shoes parked one pair on either side of her naked kneeling body. It was Shandra's voice that Pooch heard first. "The slut has heeled up very well. Most people would think that she looked terrible but it's only the color of the skin that they would be reacting to. Personally I think the colors are very beautiful. In any case that is of no importance. What is important is that all the breaks have closed up and there are no signs of infection or excessive swelling." Shandra placed the heels of her hands on the center of the slaves back and pushed down. "You see she isn't even tender anymore." Pooch felt her spirit soar. Could this really mean that she would be leaving this hell hole? Marla removed the gag from her mouth and gave the slave a stern warning about not talking and that from now on she would always keep her mouth slightly open just in case anyone wanted to use it. Pooch immediately felt Shandra's talon like finger nails then fingers invade her mouth. She knew what to do and slobbered as much of her saliva on the invading digits as she could. They had a foul taste which was revolting to the slave but she didn't dare show any displeasure. Shandra began probing her rectum. The distance she had fallen and the depth of the pit that Pooch found herself in, began to permeate her thoughts. A short time ago she had a relationship that included love, warmth and comfort. She had, almost always, felt safe. Now a near total stranger, that tasted like she hadn't washed in weeks, was probing, stretching and pinching her rectum. Not only did Pooch not resist, she tried to part her ass cheeks as much as possible to make the violation easier. She worried that she might not be doing enough to stave off punishment. She would submit to the most demeaning treatment, without even thinking about it, at the hands of unattractive total strangers, constantly aware that for any reason at all she could be horribly mutilated or even killed so that someone could have the pleasure of hearing her scream. The realization of the irony that her situation entailed caused more sadness to permeate her heart. Pooch knew that she would not only cooperate in her own demise but that she would struggle with all her might to please her future assassins and she would be doing it knowingly. "Squeeze my fingers 'shit'," barked Shandra. Pooch contracted her painful sphincter muscle. A hand grabbed a hunk of the slaves hair and viciously ripped back her head. "When I say squeeze I expect you to really squeeze hard. I didn't tell you to caress my fingers." The pain of having a large handful of hair nearly pulled out of her scalp easily eclipsed the pain in her ass. The slave tightened her doughnut with all of her might. Still the fist in her hair did not relent. "There isn't any serious damage here", Shandra spoke to Marla. "The bitch is a little slack. I recommend that you give the shit hole a daily work out, especially squeezing exercises. She'll never please a man with her shitter if she can't give his dick a good squeeze." "I'll get her ass in shape," replied Marla. Shandra withdrew her fingers from the slaves ass hole and shoved them down her throat causing her victim to gag, stopping her breathing. "You don't need to breath to clean my fingers," shouted Shandra all the while pulling on Pooch's hair and shacking her head. Her air supply abruptly cut of with no time to prepare Pooch's lungs began to scream for air almost immediately. Her panic only sped up the use of the oxygen in her blood. Desperately the hysterical prisoner moved her tongue around and between Shandra's dirty fingers. The taste of her own feces now dominated her taste replacing the taste of her owners last dump a few hours ago. Her tongue worked furiously even as her eyes began to bulge beyond their sockets and her lips turned blue. Marla didn't interfere. "The slave should get used to being treated roughly," she thought, and besides Shandra had much more experience in these things. Marla would learn from Shandra and anyone else that had something to offer. Just before Pooch passed out Shandra released her hair at the same time letting her fingers slip out of the toilet's throat. There was a frantic gasp for air, still terrified of failing to please her superior Pooch didn't stop tonguing Shandra's fingers clean even though her own head was spinning and her lungs felt raw. "You had better get a lot better at controlling your breathing", Shandra hissed.. "Do you think any of the studs that you're going to be sucking off are going to pull their cocks out of your throat just because you would like a little air? Shit, their gona plunge there gonorrhea infested piss sticks in as deep as they can until their done shooting their load and as soon as one is finished using your throat another one will take his place. If you're gona live slut, you had better learn to get by with a minimum amount of air, and to do that you have to relax when your air is cut off. The only thing you did right was doing your cleaning after I cut of the air. We'll soon see how quick you learn." As she listened to Shandra speak, terrified that she might miss a word and make a mistake, Pooch began to see what her future held and her stomach knotted up. From what she had just been through with a couple of fingers she didn't think she could survive if she had to take a thick cock down her throat till climax. The strange thing was the thought excited her masochistic nature. It had once been a fantasy of hers, one of her more popular fantasies. Now, when Pooch could feel fantasy begin to merge with reality the arousal was buried beneath a sea of trepidation. She was scarred shitless. "I recommend a daily workout for her throat. First you want to train the throat to stretch so it can accommodate even the largest pecker. Second, she has to learn to work with no air for as long as possible. It will preserve her life. An untrained whore on the set would be dead inside a half hour. A girl has got to stretch her gullet just like a garden snake swallowing an egg. If she can't the guys will just rip her throat from the inside until they fit. The cunt usually chokes from blood running into her lungs from the torn throat and choking to death. If her throat is accommodating she still has to get an uncooperative dick to cum down her throat before she passes out. If she does most of the guys will just do their own pumping till they cum and if that takes too long the amateur slut won't draw another breath." Shandra went on, "as for her ass I wouldn't stretch it with anything much more than three inches thick. Some of the boys get carried away if they think it's too easy to shove their fist up a whore's ass. They think that if she is easy to enter that somehow her whole bowel is huge, with the result that they'll try to shove too much of their arm up the poor bitch's shit hole rupturing her bowl. After that it's a very slow and painful death from peritonitis. I've seen them take a week to die. It's much better that the men have a hard time getting their fists in to begin with." Though the words were not directed at Pooch she found the vision of her future to be increasingly terrifying. Sure she had fantasized about being raped and being forced to take cock up her ass and in her mouth the fantasies never included burly arms shoved up her colon and dicks that fucked her throat instead of her mouth. A cock in her mouth had never been associated with fighting for her life in any fantasy. "I would like to start training my slave as soon as possible," said Marla. "You have been a tremendous help to me already, I was wondering if I could impose on you some more and have you show me some of your techniques? I will make sure that Pooch will more than make up for any inconvenience to you." The Filipino lady hesitated for a moment. "There are some days were I get more customers with exotic tastes than my pain sluts can handle. If I could borrow her for a day or so sometimes it would help me out. I would even share some of the proceeds with you. That would only be good business. I would keep her from the most damaging customers so that you wouldn't loose any of your use of her." "Deal", answered Marla. "Before we go any further I'm going to attach Pooch's new collar", Marla went on. I don't want to take any chances of her getting away. 'SHIT', the cunt's started her period", Marla shouted out. "There's going to be a real mess." "I know a way to stop it", Shandra said. "How"? "Show me the largest syringe that Steve gave you." Marla went over to her desk and opened the center drawer. Out of the drawer she pulled a very large glass syringe with a needle over half a foot long. She held it up for Shandra to see. "That's the one", said Shandra. Do you have any of that tit juice left?" "Yes, quite a bit." "Fill that syringe about half full", Shandra instructed. "You don't want her to swell too much or for too long. And, you will be injecting a much smaller area. Do you want to do it right now?" "Sure." Marla inserted what was closer to a dagger than a syringe into a bottle sitting on top of the desk. and withdrew a stream of the bee venom mixture. "I was afraid of using this", said Marla. "It's just so big. I didn't know where I could stick it." "It goes into her cervix. It makes it swell so much that the menstrual flow is cut off. The great thing is you don't have to worry about the needle. Nobody can see the fuckin' cervix. You can stick it any which way you want and the only one that will notice is the slaves gyno, and he'll probably just stick more holes in there. It heals very fast. The swelling lasts a couple of days before the flow begins again. . By that time their sure their going to die. With the pressure burning and itching I can only imagine the hell that the poor cunts must be going through but their usually usable for about a day and a half. " "So if I inject her in the morning I can use her till the following night and she would go through the worst of it over night, when I would have put her away anyway?" "Yes" "Let's do it. How do I begin?", asked Marla" "If Steve gave you that syringe then he also must have given you a speculum. When you open her all the way up you'll be able to see her cervix from almost anywhere." Marla retrieved the speculum, also from the center drawer of her desk. It was all chrome steel, more heavily built than any she had ever seen during her examinations. Its first stop was in Pooch's mouth fore a little lubrication while Marla set about removing the steel dildo in her vagina. She disengaged the probes protruding from the walls of the metal intruder anchoring it in slaves vagina and pulled the rod out. Pooch's piss hole continued to gape open, not having had an opportunity to close for almost four days. During those days Pooch had wished for nothing more than to be rid of the horrible device that had caused her so mush suffering. Now she felt exposed and vulnerable without it. The blood covered dildo replaced the speculum in her mouth. Marla inserted the spreader and began to open it. The shiny metal felt cold and hard to the soft lining of Pooch's vagina. Shandra chuckled commenting that she kept hers in the freezer. Pooch didn't see the humor while Marla made a mental note. This speculum opened using a ratcheting squeeze grip similar to what is found on a caulking gun. The mechanism allowed the user to spread the jaws quickly and easily exerting a tremendous amount of force. Marla kept squeezing the handle until her drudges vaginal walls felt like steel cord ready to snap. Pooch bit her lip in distress but she kept quiet. "Can we secure her at her waist and knees?", asked Shandra. "Even my best trained whores can't stay still for the needle up there. She'll soon be trying to crawl out of her hide." Some hemp rope was obtained and Pooch's knees were secured so that they straddled the block over which she had knelt for the better part of a week. Her waist was tied to the block the rope secured to eye bolts in the sides. Both Marla and her guest pulled on the rope, using their feet against the top of the block for leverage, making sure it was as tight as they could get it. With her slave secured Marla took her first good look into the gaping twat. She had never seen a girls insides before. "Do you see the dimple in the middle there?", asked Shandra. "That's the entrance to her womb. In close to the dimple you can't push the needle in very deep, maybe a half an inch. You don't want to push it all the way through there. About an inch and a half away you can go much deeper, the needle will just run up the uterine wall which is quite thick. I usually shoot the poison into about twelve spots in a spiral patten away from the middle. Are you going to do it or do you want me to?" "She's my bitch so I may as well do it, besides I have to learn". Marla kneeled behind Pooch's ass holding the syringe in her hand. Shandra shoved the ball gag back into the slaves mouth so she would have something to bite down on. Pooch broke out into a cold sweat. She couldn't imagine what she was going to feel but she knew that she would never forget it. Her vagina was spread so wide that the first thing that she felt was the tip of the needle contacting her cervix near its opening. She tensed digging her finger nails into the palms of her hands. Marla paused for a second, checking the location of the broad needle tip. Satisfied she pushed. At first the flesh resisted penetration. Marla pushed a little harder. Pooch's flesh yielded to the steel. A drop of blood leaked from the puncture. Pooch's eyes filled with tears and she began to groan. Marla kept shoving in the needle deeper. The groan turned into a cry. Still the needle went further. Finally Marla pushed on the plunger sending in the first dose of the searing venom. Cries turned to screams. Pooch would have gladly changed places with Jesus Christ on the cross. Marla pulled out the syringe. "You seem to have a knack for this," said Shandra. "You can see though, why we had to tie her down. That was just the first one" When Marla looked up the slaves cunt she could see the swelling already beginning. The delicate pink flesh around the puncture had instantly turned to red. "Are you sure this is safe?", Marla asked. "Yea," was the response. "I do it all the time when my sluts are indisposed for some special occasion. If their not allergic to the venom it's no more dangerous than shooting it in their tits." Reassured and pleased, Marla proceeded with the rest of the injections. Pooch could never describe in words the series of sensations that followed the crunching sound as the thick syringe broke through her outer membrane into the meat of her cervix. At first there was a jab of sharp pain. It increased until it started to run up the length of her body right up to her neck equally sharp along the whole length. It finally reached all the way to her right eye making it feel as if it were going to split. No force in the world, short of one that killed her, could have stopped the hysterical screaming. She wanted to die and she wanted it to happen right away. Pooch remembered that Marla had told her that no matter how much she hurt that it could always be made much worse. After a half dozen injections she couldn't believe anything could be worse. Pooch noticed that she could remember just about every word that Marla had ever said to her. Her world had become so focused on Marla. Pooch strained to hear every word for fear of missing something and having to ask Marla to repeat herself or facing the risk of being found disobedient because she hadn't understood a command or heard it wrong and did something incorrectly. She was dying and as far as Pooch knew, she wasn't even being punished for anything. All that had happened was that her period had begun at an inconvenient time for her mistress. She couldn't help that. Her cervix became increasingly inflamed and tender. The pain from each new needle puncture eclipsed the pain of the last. >From out of the background another sensation began to creep up over the pain of the piercing. As the walls of her cervix swelled the organ began to pulse. sending a very dull throbbing pain that radiated to fill her entire pelvis. Even the bone ached. Pooch's body glistened from sweat. "Your out far enough from the center now to push the needle in a lot deeper. It will only go up the wall of the uterus. It's quite thick." Shandra's words were devastating. This wasn't her fault How could they be standing there calmly discussing how they could hurt her more than they already were. Pooch was suffering as she had never suffered before, going out of her mind in pain and it still wasn't enough for her torturers. How could it be that anybody could fail to feel pity for her. If they only felt a little of what she was going through she was sure they would, but her mistress had just been instructed to shove the needle in a lot deeper. Marla had been so right about always being able to make her suffering worse. The next puncture went in at least an inch and a half. Pooch's voice failed. She threw up all over the floor. Some of the vomit splashed up on Shandra's shoes and stockings. All Pooch could do afterwards was emit a rapid stream of grunts. She truly sounded more like a pig than a human being. She was being treated as though she were worth far less. The eleventh injection emptied what was left in Marla's syringe. For Pooch, the word violation couldn't begin to describe what she had just gone through and she had been absolutely helpless in doing anything about it. "After the initial pain wears off and the itch begins she'll fuck anything big enough to scratch the entry to her womb. She'd fuck a horse if you let her. It can lead to some interesting scenarios seniorita." Marla had no real liking for her Filipino guest. She thought she was vulgar and had definitely let herself go, still she had to admit that Shandra was extremely knowledgeable in getting the most out of her whores. Without Shandra, Marla would have never thought of doing what she had just done. She wondered what else she would learn from her today . For Pooch the fact that the monstrous syringe had stopped punching holes out of her cervix only meant that she could now better focus on the effects of the poison. As it spread through the fibers of her flesh more nerve endings became irritated. Her insides began to burn. Capillaries opened up gorging the cervix and lower uterus with blood and causing more swelling and heating. She began to hyperventilate. As the cervix continued to swell it pushed against her bladder. It hadn't been emptied since diner last night. Urine was beginning to back up into her kidneys. The interplay between her bulging cervix and bulging bladder was interesting to say the least. Neither organ could be reduced in volume from compression, instead, as they push against each other their shape changes They both get flatter and wider. This caused them to push against other organs like the large intestine and uterus even pushed against her ovaries. The easiest of all directions for the cervix to grow was straight down into the slaves vagina, inverting the opening into the womb as it grew. This caused tremendous stretching of her opening walls at the head of her cervix. A similar inversion occurred at the other end of the birth passage. It was inverting into her womb with similar distention of the surface. The next time Marla and Shandra looked inside their subjects dick canal they would see her now scarlet red cervix within a couple of inches of the vaginal sphincter. "You noticed that you didn't use anywhere near the entire length of your needle." Shandra intoned. "The reason for both its length and its diameter is so that if for any reason your slut hasn't resumed a good flow within fourty eight hours you have to go in and extract the slime from her uterus by drawing it out with the syringe. You push the needle in, right up to the hilt, following her opening with the tip of the needle. This can be slow because depending on the swelling the tip might not emerge into the womb for four or five inches. You then draw out any fluid." Shandra went on, "I make my whores eat their period. It helps them recover lost nutrients and is in the interest of their own good health. Of course they have to fight to see who will eat mine. The lucky slut gets to sleep with her mouth wrapped around my snatch and then follow my pussy around all day catching my drippings. Back to the subject. As you fail to fill the syringe you pull it out a bit further and draw on it some more pulling in any liquid until the needle tip is at the entrance and you can't get any more fluid. Repeat it four hours later and then again next day. If she isn't draining in two days then phone Steve, but not sooner. These problems work themselves out almost all the time so you don't want to disturb the doctor without good reason." Shandra noticed Pooch was hyperventilating. She interlaced her fingers making a tight ball then sent them crashing, from over her head, into the very center of Pooch's back knocking the wind out of the helpless girl. Never let them hyperventilate. They do it to get high and dull their senses to the pain. It can cause brain damage." "Thanks for the tip." Marla walked up to Pooch's sweat drenched head squatted in front of her, shoes standing in the vomit, and cradled Pooch's dripping head on her lap She had layered a series of rags on her skirt so that it wouldn't get dirty. Curiously Marla felt no revulsion from all the foul matter. It was as though Pooch was not just her property Pooch was an integral part of her and normal people are not repelled by their own filth. Marla began to clean Pooch's face First wiping it gently with a warm moist cloth and then drying of her whole head in a thick towel. When she had finished Marla continued to stroke Pooch's hair, then her face, being more tender than she had ever been with any man knowing what her whimpering drudge had just gone through; though how could she really have any idea what it was like and what the abuse continued to do to her captives female organs? After several minutes of stroking Marla began to talk softly to her charge. "It's not fortunate for you that Shandra is here today. I'm sure that you will have to go through this many times in the future because of her. You might even get used to it, though I doubt it. The good thing is that it will help me to get better use out of you making you available to perform tasks that you might not otherwise be able to do on that day. You should feel happy that your mistress now has a tool to control your nasty period with, if she wants to." Marla continued to stroke her slaves face. "It won't be like this all the time. As you truly become my slave and release all of your will to my direction there will be more and more times were you to will enjoy bliss. How fast this happens will depend a lot on you. Right now though, you are a long way from being the slave that I intend to make you. Unfortunately, for you, the molding tool that I am going to use the most is pain. Heavy, monstrous, terrifying, agonizing, will destroying, ego crushing, unbearable pain, though you will find that you will indeed bear all the pain that I will give you. Today you will start your training in surrendering to me. We will also have to address punishing you for those outstanding infractions. You will learn that I take punishment very seriously and I will expect no less from you." "I am now going to attach your new collar around your neck. It will probably feel heavy at first because of all the metal and batteries. It does have a leather covering. Once this collar is fastened around your neck it can't come of, there is no unlocking mechanism. I expect that you will wear it the rest of your life. The collar works like those invisible fence collars dogs wear. Sensors guard the perimeter of the property. If you cross the boundary you will get an electrical jolt to your neck strong enough to knock you out. You will try it out later on so that you have no doubt in your mind that there is no chance for you to get across. You can't shove enough insulating material between the collar and your neck because the voltage is too high. You can't cut through it because there are numerous trip wires that trigger the collar when cut. Only I control the collar with my remote control. I can turn it off if you have to be transported anywhere and I can set it of at any time if I feel you have gotten out of hand. It's got four shiny chrome steel rings for lots of attachment points. The collar even has your name engraved in the leather. It says, 'POOCH - TOILET SLAVE ' on the brightest shiniest red leather that you ever saw. I think it's very attractive." Marla splayed open the collar and wrapped it around Pooch's neck. She brought the two ends of the shiny red collar together behind her neck and snapped it shut forever. The bright collar along with the rhinestone trim around the lettering immediately drew the eye to it. "I am sure you will be pleased with how beautiful the collar looks on you as soon as you get a chance to look in a mirror," Marla said. "Speaking of looking I think it's about time that the blindfold came off as well as the other restraints. Shandra, perhaps you might release her ankle cuffs and untie her knees while I free her front end. I left a new pair of leg irons on top of the desk. You might fit her with those." Marla directed her next comments at her slave while undoing the lock on the blindfold which had kept Pooch's attentions focused on her own inner world for four days. "You will find the new irons much more comfortable then the old pair that you wore. They are made from a light weight titanium alloy, much harder than steel. All the corners are rounded so as not to cut your skin and the links in the chain have been coated in plastic so that you won't scratch the floor or make a lot of noise. You will find these things important since I expect few moments, other than those requiring access to your crotch with spread legs, that you will not be wearing them." Although the morning was overcast, after being without light for so long Pooch was dazzled by the brightness streaming in through the large library window. So that was where she had been confined all this time. She was careful to direct her gaze to the floor, though she was eager to explore her rediscovered world of light. As her superiors fumbled with the restraints Pooch saw her breasts dangling in the air. Her first reaction was to close her eyes and clear her sight. When she reopened them nothing had changed. They had felt large and heavy during her confinement. Pooch had attributed that to the length of time that she had been forced to stay in the kneeling position with the boobs dangling over the edge of the box. What she saw, however, was something she could hardly believe. These weren't breasts they were large, ripe watermelons, painted in Halloween colors and covered with dozens and dozens of small scabs where the needles had penetrated. The skin was still very tight, although the swelling was down from its maximum. As the reality sunk in that the huge udders were indeed hers a new sense of horror began to impinge on her consciousness. She looked like a freak. She could never hope to disappear into a crowd. Where ever she was people would stare at her. How could they help it, with her watermelon sized tits and bright red collar that said toilet slave. Did the depths of her mistresses cruelty know no bounds? "I see that you've noticed your new rack," Marla said. "Impressive isn't it? After the surgery it should be even bigger. Time to stand up". After the beatings that she had endured and the endless days confined on her hands and knees standing up was not something that would come easily. Every joint had grown stiff with time. She tried to stand as quickly as she could though it wasn't quickly enough for her mistress. "Hurry up we haven't got all day", Marla said, clearly irritated. "You will learn that I hate being kept waiting". With that Pooch saw the little metal tipped whip Marla was dangling in her hand, with which she had become acquainted at the beginning of her stay in the infirmary, disappear from view only to hear it whistle through the air and crack in between her shoulder blades. Pooch could only gasp, in response the skin ripping sting. She redouble her efforts to stand up. As she stood her heavy udders pulled on her shoulders and tightened the skin. The weight was uncomfortable and very unnatural. To add to her discomfort, the change in position of her bags made them ache all over again. The swelling of here uterus down into her vagina created the sensation of having a large dildo up her twat. Under the circumstances it just made getting around even more awkward. At the very least her mistress could let her pee. Doesn't Marla realize that her kidneys could be damaged, Pooch thought. The torment in her bladder and kidneys was beginning to rival that of her tortured cervix. Her mind raced from one pain to another, making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. Her balance was still unsteady. Marla again spoke up. The cut across her back stung like blazes. Pooch tried to listen. She felt so terribly exposed, so terribly naked and so sore. "You will be responsible for all of the care and maintenance of this household. You will do all the cooking, all the cleaning, including laundry, and all other services that are required of you. That includes performing the most intimate of services in any way that you're instructed. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SO FAR..." Marla screamed directly into Pooch's ear. It made Pooch feel so small and worthless. She believed that Marla was intentionally trying to damage her hearing just to make it more difficult to obey. Pooch was right. Marla saw no reason for good hearing in a slave. Partial deafness would only force the slave to be more attentive, to stay closer. Marla was still at the stage where she couldn't get enough of dominating her toy. If she could she would play with her toy, shaping it, 24 hours per day. She imagined she would be brought to orgasm by the thrill of laying on a good hiding to the struggling screaming bitch. She couldn't wait to find out. Marla decided that morning that if Pooch was well enough to leave the infirmary she was well enough to receive the punishment that she was due. Marla began to feel angry when she thought about the slaves most serious infraction; trying to talk Ed into letting her escape. The slut was going to break her agreement with Ed when she found out that Ed had handed over her ownership to Marla. Marla thought, "the slut hates me". The feeling she was hated made it easier for Marla to try and be especially cruel to Pooch. Pooch nodded her head indicating that she understood. Marla went on. "I will be watching you all the time looking for faults. When I find a fault with you I will record it and you will be punished for it. That means if I find just one crumb on the kitchen floor when I get up in the morning you will be punished. When I administer punishment I always believe that you get away with far more than what you get caught for. When there is any doubt in my mind the doubt will not be decided in your favor. I will be looking not only at your performance but also your attitude. I don't care how well you eat pussy, if the person your eating doesn't believe that your having the most wonderful experience of your miserable life, you are in big trouble." "This is roughly your schedule," Marla went on. At four thirty in the morning you will go to the kitchen to make fresh croissants and clean the floors and counters. You will have prepared our breakfast for seven o'clock according to instructions from the day before. I will have breakfast in my night cloths and be sitting in the toilet chair." Marla paused........... "You remember, ....the chair from the trial. I'll be having my morning pee and dump in your mouth while I have breakfast. That will also be your breakfast. I imagine Ed will pee in your mouth as well. My dessert will be your tongue licking me spotlessly clean." "Afterwards you will wash the breakfast dishes and help me dress. Whom ever leaves the house last will put you in the pit till we get back. The time that you spend in the pit is considered sleep time. It's the most restful place that you will ever be. Even though I have made the house virtually escape proof for you I will not trust you alone in the house. "Your lunch will come down the feeder pipe. I expect everything sent down the pipe to end up in your stomach. If you feel like relieving yourself then feel free to go on the floor; otherwise you have to wait till one of us gets home. Then you can go in the bucket....outside. The only place you will ever relieve yourself inside the house is in the pit. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!", Marla screamed into Pooch's other ear causing the slave to cringe at the verbal assault. Pooch quickly nodded her head again. Both her ears were ringing. "After our return you will be released to make dinner and general house cleaning including laundry. By the way, the washing machine has already been removed and replaced by an extra wash tub. You will do laundry every day and you will do it by hand." "At nine-thirty you will make yourself available to us in the living room. That doesn't give you much time for your chores so you had better work fast. At that time you will either entertain us with your charms or you will undergo training so that you may become better at your work." "At around midnight you will receive your evening meal and then help us prepare for bed. While we sleep you will spend the night tongue cleaning every inch of the master washroom and available to be my personal toilet or anybody else's toilet paper. You see, as your collar, and latter on your brands, indicate your prime role will always be as the household toilet slave. Your mouth will take in any and all of my excrement directly, I will even try to train myself not to use the bathroom while outside the house. Your tongue will replace the toilet paper for everybody else that may be here. I have gone so far as to remove the toilet paper dispensers from all the washrooms in the house. At four-thirty the electronic lock will release you from the washroom so that you may go to your personal preparation area that has been prepared for you in the playroom. There you will shower, shave and apply your makeup. I will warn you now that urinating while showering will not be tolerated and you will be caught if you try. There are now surveillance cameras in every room of the house that lock on to the signal from your collar and track your every movement. They can also pick up every sound you make." "The telephones all require an access code to be used. You can be sure that there will be a record of any failed dialing attempts. Alarms will also be triggered if you try to enter any area of the house where you are not supposed to be at the time. You will be videotaped, for review, twenty-four hours a day. I will be playing an on going game with you where you will find circumstances that appear to be favorable for escape. I will be hoping that you try. Trying to escape my control will be the most brutally punished offense of all and I will enjoy every second." "As you, no doubt, realize I have already spent a small fortune on toys for you and installing security devices throughout the house. I imagine the bill from Steve for the physical modifications I want done to you will not be steep. I don't intend for you to cost me money. You will more than earn your keep and pay back all of my expenses. For that reason your schedule will frequently be interrupted to allow me to rent you out to groups and individuals that have a need for a pain slut-toilet slave like yourself. Mark and Garret are already interested in using you in films. You remember they put together the Jasmine video. Jordan said he could use at certain parties. I'm sure that as people see the uses that you can be put through demand for your time will grow." "Now before I show you your new clean up facility there is still the matter of all this vomit everywhere. You will lick it of our hose and shoes, so we don't track it throughout the house, and then you will go to the kitchen and bring back your feeding bowl, which you will see on the floor, and a rubber spatula. I want every last bit scraped off the floor and placed into the bowl. I won't have any food go to waste, it will be your lunch today." Each dominatrix chose a seat in the library. Marla chose her recliner while Shandra chose the Louis XIV red velvet chair. Both ladies sat tall and straight, legs crossed, shoe presented for licking by a willing tongue. "I want you to spend most of the time licking the bottoms of the shoes," Marla addressed Pooch in an exaggerated dominant voice. "Start with the hose and quickly clean down until you get to the soles and heels. That's where you belong anyway, and that's where you will clean the most. I want your tongue in every seem, every nook and every cranny. Every pit and seem better be dust free. You will make sure that by the time your finished the sole will be the cleanest part of the shoe. Start with my guest." Pooch hurting really badly was afraid that they would hurt her again if she didn't do her job right. The slave literally dove back onto her hands and knees right by Shandra's dangling foot. Pooch thought, "Shandra's the one that told Marla how to torture my cunt and cervix". The cold steel spreader had stretched her so wide open that her pussy hole still looked like a gaping mouth. She wondered what else this hideous, cruel, woman would tell her mistress the she would regret? How many more tortures would Marla learn from her. Without really thinking about it Pooch started picking off the flakes of vomit from the nylon using her pursed lips and then cleaning of her lips with her tongue. She looked like a bird pecking at grubs. Pooch used this cleaning technique all the way down to the tops of Shandra's shoes. Shandra was only splashed a little when Pooch had brought up the contents of her stomach, mostly Marla's morning dump. Pooch didn't think she could eat it again. When her nose first came in contact with the sole of Shandra's shoe, Marla instructed her to use her tongue on the soles of the shoes. What was there was mostly just street dirt. Marla's shoes were another story. She had stood in and walked around in the barf totally oblivious too it. Marla had always been neat and meticulous in everything she did. Now, at least as long as she was at home, she was released from her former habits. She could live in an environment even more clean, neat and organized without lifting a finger to keep it that way. It would be fun to find out just how much of a slob she could become and still have her slave keep up with the housekeeping. Walking around, oblivious to the filth on the floor, was just a start in her new life style. She would never wipe the mud from her boots again, or put away her cloths or do the dishes or clean or wash or iron or make the bed or cook or even take out the garbage. She could toss the breakfast dishes on the floor and wake way every morning if the notion overtook her. She could shit on the sofa and Pooch would have to clean it up. She'd deliberately mess things up as she walked by just to leave a trail. Marla so looked forward to the change, it would be so much fun. Marla addressed her nervous boot licker who was busy wearing off the surface of her tongue, "sometimes when I see you doing something in a way that I don't like I'll warn you about it. Don't take these warnings lightly, they are an act of mercy to help you adapt to your new life. My suggestions will stop soon enough and be replaced by sterner measures." "When you begin licking my shoes I expect you to get much more into it. Remember that cleaning my shoes is a privilege that you would kill to perform,....... dear. I didn't create the third commandment just to pass the time. I know full well that your whole body probably feels like one raw nerve ending, but that's entirely your problem and of no concern to mine. Get used to that idea. If your too sick to perform you can always be put in the infirmary otherwise I will treat you as though you are perfectly fit. I haven't reset the healing machine yet. Would you like to go back to the block?" Marla's voice was without the faintest sign of humor or warmth.. The cold voice chilled Pooch. The feeling of debasement was pushed aside for the moment to allow renewed concentration on her task and even more fear of her merciless future. She wasn't throwing aside her humanity quickly enough. The fact that she could only survive by becoming some other animal, a much lower animal, that didn't feel shame, had no self respect, no desires or dreams. She would have to go through life totally devoted to pleasing everyone around her at her own expense, ignoring her own pain be it physical or emotional. Pooch was finding it difficult to turn into this animal. She knew that the sooner she did the sooner she would relieve herself of much of the pain. For now she would suffer the pain It was so hard. "Come over here and start on mine," ordered Mistress Marla. Pooch stopped immediately scurrying as fast as she could to her mistresses dangling foot. Hurriedly she struggled to clean her mouth so she wouldn't get any vomit stuck on her lips or tongue on Marla's shoe. She caressed the shoe using the deepest recesses of the insides of her lips. and the fronts of her gums. Pooch was afraid to use her tongue on the top of the gray pumps. She could taste the blood on her tongue from washing Shandra's shoe's. Pooch rubbed vigorously yet with deep sensuality. She groaned in pleasure as her lips looked for specks of shit on the filthy shoes. Pooch held her legs wide apart to show her subservience. She thought she could use the sides of her tongue more when she did the final cleaning of the soles. Shandra added her opinion, "a lot of times your attitude can save you from an otherwise failed performance. If you can fake an orgasm with a gorilla sized cock completely plugging your throat and a dildo that's way too large ripping through your anal ring in the fist of a man that's not only going to force it up your ass but fuck your ass with it too, you will be a lot better off. Nobody has any sympathy for slaves that have to be forced to do everything while kicking and screaming. They always get it the most of all because they're not even trying to live. The criers and beggars don't fare a whole lot better. They are seen as juvenile and pathetic not motivated to become good slaves and instead taking the easier route of becoming cry babies. Trying hard and showing eagerness and pleasure will save a slave like you many beatings. Of course, if you are one that enjoys a good tit whipping or having a catheter shoved into your uterus and inflating a balloon on the end till you look six months pregnant, then I suggest the crying and begging approach. It will ensure that you get lots of extra torture." Pooch was now having to swallow mouthfuls of brought up, cold, shit. Her mistress's shoe bottoms were covered in it. Her stomach revolted at the acidic, bitter crud she was swallowing but as it would come up to her throat Pooch would just force it back down. Feeding time was not an event to look forward to any longer but lunch would be a meal Pooch would prefer to do without Pooch began to think that what she had gotten into was her own fault. She had been able to walk away and her own needs and insecurities had caused her to turn down the opportunity. The vomit in the floor was the result of her own lack of control. She needed to be dominated but on her own terms like before, not like what was happening now. This was insanity and she had no choice but to adapt to it. Her bed had been made and now she would have to sleep in it. Pooch cleansed her mistress's shoes for almost twenty minutes while she chatted with Shandra about things of no importance. Finally bored of this form of attention Marla ordered her drudge to scoop up the vomit on the floor into her bowl and then report to the playroom where she would clean herself up. After almost five days of not washing this had some appeal to the poor slave though she suspected that Marla would find a way to eliminate any pleasure. The walk to the basement dungeon turned out to be a real eye opener. During the time of her confinement it appeared that an army had marched through the house and deliberately vandalized it. Marla had made sure not to do any task that might be considered slave work. Cloths had been dropped and left everywhere. Dirt had been tracked throughout the house by dirty shoes. The kitchen was a disaster area with dirty dishes not only piled up on the table but when there was no more room, strewn on the floor. The sink was empty. As she passed the downstairs powder room Pooch could smell the unflushed toilet and see towels covered with brown stains on the floor. Marla had said that there would be no more toilet paper used in the house. Obviously she had meant it. There was all ready some new decor scattered around the house. Hanging on the wall in the hall Pooch passed a small scourge. It hung with all six tails spread out like a fan, hanging down. It's length, including the handle, looked to be only about two feet. Pooch had been whipped by far more menacing instruments than that. Except. None of them had been barbed. Each tail had at least two, some had three rusted iron barbs. Just an hour ago Pooch had felt as if she were in hell itself. As she walked through the house she began to see that she was only now begining to walk in through the gates. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----