Message-ID: <6414eli$9802251507@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Part-time by Thndrshark - Part 2 of 3 (Mf, nc, bd, sm, tor, toilet...) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19980224161801.LAA22833@ladder03.news.aol.com> Thanks for everybody's help. I hope you enjoy chapter two... TS _______________________________________________ Part-time Part 2 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 tetter 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 recieve $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 excrutiating. 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 embarassing 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 deficated 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 receptical 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 deficate 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 receeded 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 humilation. 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 mercilously. Despite her fear of what had been done to her, she knew she would still consider the offer her "master" had made. ________________________________________________ That's the end of part 2. I want to go one more part but I need your help! Does she take the money and give herself over to her master? What could he possibly do to her that is worse than what she has been through? What tortures or humiliations will she face? Give me your ideas! E-mail me at Thndrshark@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |