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Subject: {ASSM} Celebrity Status, Part 3 by Thndrshark (nc, sm, tor, rubber, pierc)
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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Celebrity Status
by Thndrshark

Part 3

     Without sight or sound for a year, Marcus began wondering what
went on in the girl's mind. He reached down again, running his hand
over the shiny, smooth surface of her head. After the six coats of
liquid rubber and the subsequent twenty-hour drying, they had returned
to find their slave a vision of rubber. Gone was any evidence of skin,
replaced by a smooth, seamless and gleaming latex coating. Nicky had
carefully removed the girl’s mouth wedges, then carefully pulled
out the two dildos. Now, even her mouth, pussy and ass were coated in
rubber. Marcus had found that the smooth coating felt much nicer on
his cock, and Nicky pointed out that the coating removed any pleasure
from his penetrations. They both wished they could tell this to the
girl, adding to her humiliation, but would have to enjoy that fact
herself, and let it be something the girl figured out herself. As
planned, her rings and cuffs had not taken to the latex, their
material designed to reject the bonding. Now her nose, nipple and clit
rings all gleamed in sharp contrast to her black, shiny skin.
     They had continued with her breast treatment, enlarging them even
more, and finding that the latex stretched nicely along with them.
They kept her busy, as they always had, enjoying her mouth on their
bodies, or her other holes. She was fairly useless for chores, but she
made an excellent tool to scare new slaves. As the security camera
showed the reporter’s car approaching the gate, Marcus used the
remote to open it, hoping to avoid anyone seeing her arrive. She had
always been an annoyance, this Tish Campbell. From day one she acted
friendly, but he knew she just wanted to find a way to tear him down.
An ex-model, she was still looking for her big break, and
unfortunately had stirred up the pot too much in her search. Marcus
and Nicky knew that they had to conceal their unique hobby from her
eyes above all else.
     Nicky entered the room, having seen the monitor in the kitchen.
     “Let me take her now,” she said, gesturing to their
slave. Marcus nodded and moved to the door as Nicky pulled the girl to
her feet and led her off to her holding box.

     Tish admired the house as she winded her way up the long road.
She knew she should be excited about being the first and only press
person to ever make it into Marcus’ home, but she refused to
allow herself the pleasure. She knew there was something questionable
about Marcus, something she could splash across the front page of her
magazine and gain instant stardom in her own right. She had been
studying him as best she could for some time now, and despite the
rumors of devil worship, cross dressing and worse, none could be
backed up. The one thing she was sure of was that Marcus liked women.
Only a week ago, she had gotten an interesting lead that claimed he
was into S&m. Not too far off for a grunge rocker, but still
unfounded. Maybe she would  have to drop some hints and see if he bit.
Well, she would do what she could to get into his confidence, then
trash him. That was her job, she felt, as she pulled to a stop.

     “It’s good to see you, Tish,” Marcus said as he
motioned for her to come in. He thought briefly about checkout out the
grounds, to see if anybody saw her enter, but laughed at himself for
the melodramatics. He knew there was no one within miles. The closed
the door and watched her from the back as she snooped around. He had
to admit she was a lovely sight. He preferred younger girls, but even
at 30, Tish was a looker. “Can I take your coat?” She
looked back at him and smiled, shrugging it off into his hands, then
continuing forward. The light was just right to reveal the ghostly
shape of her nice figure through her thin dress. Long legs, long, red
hair, soft skin; Marcus had to fight to remember who he was drooling
over. He led her to the living room and offered her a seat and a
drink. As they finally sat across from each other, wine glasses in
hand, Tish found she didn’t know where to start.
     “I only have a few minutes, so go right ahead,”
Marcus urged.
     “Thanks for having me over. I’m fascinated by how
well you managed to keep your personal life out of the public
eye.”
     “Nicky and I have always been private people. We like to
have our time alone together.”
     “You know there have been rumors going around that
associate you with a lot of odd practices.” Marcus laughed.
      “Like what?”
      “Well, how about that your actually gay?”
     “I’m not gay. Not even close. I like women way too
much, Tish!” Marcus let his gaze linger a bit longer than usual,
hoping she caught it.
     “But you’re telling me you’re just a normal
guy, then,” she was still fishing, but she leaned forward a bit,
showing off her cleavage. Even if he weren’t working on a plan,
Marcus would be hard pressed not to look.
     “I have my hobbies,” he said, coyly. “I may
enjoy my women in particular ways.”
     “That sounds intriguing, Marcus,” she was outright
flirting now. “Are you more of a dominant personality?”
Marcus smiled, glad she had gotten to the point quicker than he could
have hoped.
     “Very,” he replied, staring deeply into her eyes.
“It’s the only way to fly.”  He could see Tish perk
up internally. He decided to pick up the point. “Do you enjoy
any games?” Tish was sure she had him, but knew she had to push
the point home if she was going to get inside.
     “I happen to enjoy games. The heavier the better.”
She feared she had gone to far, but was tired of playing the game.
Let’s get to the point, she thought.
     “So, you’re kinky?” Marcus seemed to have read
her mind. She stammered for a second, but couldn’t back down
now.
     “I’m pretty kinky, yes,” she said, cautiously. 
     “I never would have imagined. Well, I would love to play
with you sometime, if you’re interested. Then maybe we could get
to know each other better.”
     “I’d like that a lot,” Tish said. She had him.
But she had to have more proof. The story was forming in her mind.
‘I was a slave to Marcus’ or something like that. If she
could get him to actually do something with her, maybe leave some
mark, she would have enough evidence to get a major story out of it!
     “How about now?” Tish smiled and nodded, and Marcus
stood, taking her hand, their glasses and leading her out of the room.

     The bedroom seemed far too normal for what she expected. She was
worried suddenly that he would use a scarf on her or something equally
lame. That would make a horrible story! She needed him to get a little
rough with her. He sat her on the end of the bed, then pulled up a
chair next to her, offering her wine glass.
     “You know what you’re asking for,” Marcus
asked.
     “Yes, I do. I want you to dominate me.” The words
felt alien. She took a quick sip of wine to calm herself.
     “Tell me you’re serious about this.”
     “I’m very serious.”
     “I like to role play a lot, master/slave stuff. Are you up
for that?” Tish smiled.
     “I want to be your slave, Master,” she said. “I
want you to punish me. I’ll do anything to please you. I want to
be whipped and spanked, or anything you can think of!” She
watched him, hoping he would respond. He simply smiled. She took
another long drag off her wine, finishing it. It only took a moment
for the drug to take effect. She quickly slumped to the floor,
unconscious.

     As Marcus walked through the house, he tugged on Tish’s
leash. The reporter, now six weeks as his newest slave, gave a feeble
tug back, but knew she would have to obey or face increasingly
horrible torments. As it was, she could feel her face burn red again
from her embarrassment. Now, forced onto her hands and knees as she
tried to keep up with her new master, she cursed her beauty, or what
was left of it. The leash tugged hard again on her new nose ring, the
thick steel now permanently mounted in her septum. The huge ring gag
in her mouth allowed her feeble moans to escape, but provided a mouth
unable to refuse any cock. To add to the humiliation, she found she
could not help drooling. The three piercings in her tongue
didn’t help, nor did the bell that hung from the center ring,
pulling her tongue out of her mouth, preventing her from uttering any
real words. She had been formed into a pet from day one, left on her
hands and knees through the clever removal of her ability to stand or
sit normally. Here long, curly hair had been braided into a tight,
single strand, along with a leather strap, which now connected to the
waist cincher locked onto her waist, pulling her head back harshly.
Her already small waist had been reduced to 15 inches, making it
difficult to breath. Her hands now formed a tight ball at the end of
her arms, useless for anything but supporting her weight, while her
ankles her been strapped to her thighs, then an added, wide leather
strap forced her toes into a painful arch, with the opposite end also
connected to her corset. A spreader bar connected to mid-thigh straps,
holding her legs wide, and kept her now permanently hairless crotch
available for use. Her large breasts had received special
consideration, and their torture helped keep her on her hands and
knees. Steel bands had been riveted around the base of her breasts,
locked into position and prevented from slipping with the help of a
series of sharp spikes on their insides,  that now sank deep into her
flesh. A metal rod connected the two, its length forcing her breasts
wide apart from the base. A single, thick rod had been pierced through
the base of her nipples. Balls on either side of the nipples held the
rod in place. Since it too was used to push her breasts apart, her
tits now pointed nearly sideways, a painful and humiliating addition
to Tish’s bondage. Small chains from her thigh straps connected
to rings at the ends of her nipple rod, preventing her from standing
upright. A final humiliation was the bell that now dangled from her
new clit ring, jingling as she was forced to walk behind Marcus.
     The morning she had awoken in her strange new bondage, she found
Marcus staring down at her. She was a ball of pain, unsure of what
part of her sudden transformation hurt worse.
     “I hope this fulfills your dreams, Tish,” Marcus said
with a laugh. “You’ll stay as my pet for a few years, then
I might make you into something else.” He laughed as he tugged
on her then new nose ring, making her learn to heel at his feet. Her
anger was clear on her face, but she could do nothing to resist.
     Nicky had argued with Marcus about how to handle Tish. She had
gone to great pains to arrange a buyer overseas, and when Marcus had
announced he wanted to keep her, she had to break the deal. The buyer
was understandably angry, but Marcus was set in his mind. For three
weeks Nicky had expressed her anger at the rebuke. Waking one morning,
Nicky found herself chained in the stone cell. Again, a wide collar
locked her face to the dirty floor, while chains held her arms and
ankles wide. The result forced her ass into the air. As Marcus
entered, trailing Tish at his feet, Nicky screamed.
     “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,
Marcus,” she yelled, dust clouds swirling from her breath.
     “You were right, Nicky. Those buyers are tough customers.
So I’ve decided to send you to them instead.” Nicky froze
in shock, then fought hard to break free.
     “You can‘t do this, Marcus,” her words were now
pleading. “I thought we were a couple!”
     “I think it’s time for a new girlfriend,” he
said. As she began to cry, Marcus smiled and turned away, leading Tish
from the room. Besides, he thought as the thick door clanged shut
behind him, he could have a lot of fun training slaves for these
buyers. The sounds of Nicky’s crying began to fade as he began
to climb the stairs up.

The End
     

comments, questions welcome at thndrshark@earthlink.net
visit my site at www.gwenmedia.com/thndrshark.htm

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