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Subject: {ASSM} Couple Therapy, Part 2 by Thndrshark (nc, bd, sm, tor, toilet, slavery, etc.)
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Couple Therapy
Part 2
by Thndrshark
As Angela released Lisa from the box after another two hours, I was
concerned about the array of harsh red pricks on her soft skin. But upon closer
examination, I could see they where only surface marks or slight punctures and
would fade quickly. Lisa had experienced a number of violent orgasms that had
rocked her against the spikes and yanked hard on her rings. I took a quick look
while she lay exhausted on the floor. With Lisa we had perfected the perfect
piercing. Rather than a simple hole punched through the soft tissue, we would
pierce a type of grommet. The hole would be held open by a small channel of
stainless steel through which we could place a number of rings or rods. Her
nose was even more advanced. Two small plates of rounded edge steel had been
measured and cut for each side of her septum. A larger hole toward the end of
the septum, where a ring would normally go, was punched through the steel, it's
edges bent inward. A type of hole punch cut a rather wide hole in the nose and
theses steel plates where fit to it. Smaller holes matched left to right, had
been cut into the plates and a small rivet gun punched a strong rivet through
both sides. After four rivets, the plate was permanently affixed to the septum.
The larger hole, lined with steel as well, could be fit with any device, and
was strong enough to nearly support her body weight.
I grabbed Lisa's nose ring now and snapped my fingers for Taylor to clean
her up. Taylor had been fully broken two years before and we had kept her as a
full time slave since. She was a lovely blond with curly hair and a Midwestern
look that seemed to accentuate the collar, chains and rings that adorned her
now. As an obedient slave, she had followed Angela in to the dungeon and
dropped to her knees. Now, she stepped up and took ahold of the leash I had
chosen, snapping it to Lisa's nose ring and leading her away to the baths. Both
Taylor and Lisa teetered on their ballet boots, though unlike Taylor's grace,
Lisa was struggling to stay upright despite the renewed pain in her cramped
toes. We had learned two things about Lisa, both when she had been locked into
a stringent bondage position all night with Taylor. First, she felt humiliated
most by the nose ring. It was the one thing that, when utilized, made her feel
like an animal. Secondly, she felt even more abused when we had Taylor or
another slave command her. It was for this reason that we made use of her nose
ring as much as possible and quite often had Taylor administer her punishment.
We certainly didn't want to disappoint her!
Jennifer was the youngest slave we had recruited. Only 18, she was a dark
haired beauty we hoped to sell for a good price. Currently she was enduring a
stringent corset training. I yanked Lisa into the room where Jennifer was
hanging, pushing her to her knees. Lisa's wide eyed stare told the story. She
was terrified of what she saw before her. Jennifer had been placed into her
three layer rubber suit three weeks ago. Her entire body was covered in latex,
from the tips of her ballet boots to the top of her head. She had been without
sight or sound for the duration. She was hanging from her wrists in the center
of the room, her ankles chained together and to the floor beneath her. The
winch that held her taught was tightened daily, a running joke with Angela and
I was that we would end up with a much taller slave in any case! Her body was
like a guitar string and the muffled whimpers that escaped from her blow up gag
where evidence of its effectiveness. But the most important device was that
which was strapped from just below her breasts to her hips. A heavy rubber and
steel boned corset was slowly being tightened around her waist. Original
measurements had Jennifer's waist at a 28. Not bad, but considering her ample
38D breasts, we knew a tiny waist would command a higher price. After the three
weeks, we had managed to reduce her to a 19. Almost hourglass now, Angela was
determined to get her to a 17. A special weight system was used to maintain
constant tension on the steel lacings, while continually adding weight. A
series of pulleys attached to a mechanical fulcrum that added about a half a
pound of weight at specific intervals. We had started with 100 pounds of
pressure, enough to cause her to cry, and I figured in my head the machine was
placing about 400 pounds of pressure on her waist now. We were on the final
corset so the gap in back represented the last 2 inches.
Lisa was frozen in fear, her eyes wide in terror that this could happen to
her. We hadn't decided if she deserved corset training. She barely noticed as I
attached a set of steel cuffs to her ankles, chained her ankles to rings in the
floor, then removed her collar and replaced it with a posture collar attached
to the cuffs by a short steel bar. Her arms, still bound at wrist and elbow,
tried to struggle as I locked the collar on and began turning a crank on the
pole that now ran behind her back. Slowly the pole shortened, which pulled her
head back, arching her back painfully. Once I felt I had the angle I wanted, I
moved to the front and adjusted the collar. Slowly her chin was pushed up until
she faced the ceiling. I quickly strapped the special rubber gag on her face,
making sure that it was a tight seal over her mouth. I think she started
suspecting her fate now as I took a hose attached to her gag and ran it to
Jennifer's catheter. We liked to keep Jennifer full at all times and she had
held a full bladder for the entire day. I let the air out of the balloon and
watched as her urine ran down the semi-transparent tube and into Lisa's mouth.
Tears began flowing down her face as she understood that she had no choice but
to swallow. She had drank my urine before, and thus was accustomed to the vile
taste, but I think she was humiliated by drinking another slave's piss.
Finally, Jennifer was empty. I could see the relief rush across Lisa's
face, to quickly be replaced by fear again. I unhooked her hose and reattached
it to Jennifer's anal plug. Lisa tried to struggle but Taylor was holding her
upright and the bondage was far too stiff to allow much escape. I turned the
knob on the enema plug and watched as Jennifer's enema water ran down the tube
as well. She was screaming as she watched the brownish liquid run toward her
mouth, knowing it would soon be swirling around her tongue and in her stomach.
I spent the time ignoring her, making it less than an event, while examining
Jennifer's bound body. The posture collar held her neck completely rigid and
the three layers of rubber hood and straps kept the blow up gag and eyepads in
place. I set my hands at her new waist, amazed at the small measurement. Her
youth made this a perfect time for corset training. Though it would be
necessary to keep her in some form of corset for the rest of her life, her body
was actually changing, reorienting itself to accommodate the constriction. In
no time she would be permanently altered. Her breasts, despite their
constriction beneath the rubber, really stood out in their splendor. I looked
forward to having some fun with her before the sale.
I turned back to watch the last of the liquid run out of Jennifer. Lisa
was crying as I watched her throat reluctantly swallow the final drops of what
was most likely a horrible substance. Once I was sure she was finished, I
replaced the feeding gag with two rubber wedges at the back of her teeth,
holding her mouth open as wide as possible. I think she could tell it wasn't
over, but I don't think she really knew. I attached a chain to either side of
her collar and to the floor, removing any chance of her moving. I snapped my
fingers for Taylor to standup. I whispered in her ear and she quickly backed up
to Lisa's bound form and squatted. I could really hear Lisa wail now as Taylor
began pressing her ass against her mouth. It was a sight to be seen. A tall
blonde slave girl with long shapely legs, rings piercing her body, teetering on
ballet boots, squatting over the mouth of another slave. I couldn't quite see
what was happening, but from Lisa's sounds and expression, I would guess that
Taylor had relieved herself well. A mixture of piss and shit filled Lisa's
mouth as Taylor stood up again. I don't think Lisa knew what to do. But
eventually, as I petted Taylor on her knees again and watched, she knew there
wasn't anything she could do. Her tongue swirled the feces and urine around and
I watched it slide down her throat.
End of Part 2
as usual, comments are always welcome at thndrshark@aol.com
Or visit my website at www.gwenmedia.com/thndrshark.htm
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