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Chapter 16
Left alone to my thoughts for a while, I wondered about all
that had happened in just parts of three days. Never could I have, in my
wildest dreams, envisioned anything like what my life had become. How
would I ever survive for the years that Mistress often referred to. Each
day I was amazed to survive just that day's torments. And I'd yet to be
subjected to a clients attentions.
I did learn a couple of new things today. Mistress administered
the first of what would become a regular series of shots this morning.
Though all clients had to have constantly updated proof of their being
free from STD's, with the frequent burns, cuts and exposure to bodily
wastes, we were in danger of serious illnesses. And Mistress took the
necessary precautions to protect her property. Also, Mistress was working
on another "new" technique for my return to training on Thursday.
Harry had arrived an hour early. He and Mistress were relaxing
over cocktails and squaring away the business end of the evening. Having
been here many times, Harry knew the rules well. Nothing could be done to
a slave that would have permanent physical effects. And tonight my family
jewels were off limits as they hadn't come close to healing from the
cigar event. She explained in painstaking detail (no pun intended) the
procedure to Harry and his eyes widened as he listened. No wonder I can't
abuse him down there after such treatment. Where do you get such novel
and devilish ideas? Friends in the business Harry, just friends in the
business. Well, keep up the good work. You train your slaves so well that
I find them well worth what you charge. Maybe someday I'll own my own
toy. With that, Harry stood up, thanked Mistress and followed Missy down
to the dungeon. After checking to see that everything was set up to
Harry's requests, Missy turned to walk out. As she left, she said: "
enjoy yourself Harry, and you too Melanie with a slight giggle in her
voice.
Once Missy closed the door, Harry immediately gave me one very
hard kick, square in the balls and the first of many screams that evening
escaped my lips. Harry came around and sat down in front of me. I was
suspended about three feet off the floor and parallel to it, facing down.
Harry lifted my head, looked me in the eye, and said: Good evening slave.
Welcome to my version of hell. Sorry, well, not really, but sorry about
the kick. Your position was too good to pass up. Your cock is supposed to
be untouchable tonight. But the overriding rule is no permanent danger so
live with it.
Harry was hairy, real hairy. That part of his nickname sure
fit. And he was fat. Probably 300 or more pounds on a body that didn't
look six feet tall from this angle. He had long hair, half way down his
back, and as much body hair as any three normal men.
Harry stood and walked behind me again. And kicked even harder
this time. If you've ever been kicked there, you know a man will
instinctively ball up in pain and to protect further damage. Tied as I
was, I could only scream and shake uncontrollably. Three's the charm,
said Harry as he kicked one more time. Passing out for the first time
that night, Harry brought me back, as expected and told me I wasn't
allowed to sleep through any of this fun. Fun for who, bastard, was what
I silently thought. Unbeknownst to me I had vomited after passing out.
Harry pointed at the mess on the floor and said I better be hungry, as my
appetizer was right there. Dinner will come in good time.
It's nice to see such attention to detail by your owner. As
requested, your ass is empty, ready for me to fuck. And see these. In his
hand were what looked to be two triangular pieces of hard rubber. These
are from Mistress' old dental practice. She used them to keep a patients
mouth propped open when she needed to work on an unconscious patient. I
will use them of course in a similar way, wedging your mouth open for
access, but you will be conscious throughout. Open wide please, and I
complied. No need to anger Harry. In a good mood, he probably was crueler
than I'd prefer.
Once in place, I found it impossible to even touch my lips
together. Harry then spent the next half hour alternating between fucking
my ass and my mouth. Naturally, whenever he switched to my mouth I had
the " pleasure" of eating little pieces of my own shit. Harry stopped
once and stated he was making things too easy for me. He stood up and
retrieved a glass candle from the counter. Almost forgot that you needed
a little torment added to your being fucked. Yeah, right I thought to
myself. Being fucked in the ass, and then having a shit covered cock
shoved in my mouth wasn't torment to Harry, I guessed. He lit the candle
and slid it under my prone body. Being a ways away it just felt warm.
Patience my slave. If you have ever held your hand over a candle you know
it starts out warm, but you quickly move your hand as time moves on.
Before he finished talking things were getting uncomfortable from the
heat. Sing me a song, slave while I return to your fucking. My screaming
must have been a turn on because Harry soon erupted in a massive way
inside my ass. Damn, he said. I won't get any use out of my cock for an
hour now.
Oh well, it's time for your dinner anyways. You haven't eaten
have you? I shook my head no. Just as I asked. Mistress does know her
stuff. Now I'm going to release your bonds, and retie you face up. Don't
try anything. You sure wouldn't want me to have to call Mistress because
of your behavior now, would you? I'll give you no trouble master Harry.
Those rubber inserts sure do their job. Never a need to worry about you
losing control of yourself while screaming and accidentally biting my
cock. Interesting way Mistress handled Patty making that mistake isn't it
slave. Yes, master.
In case you hadn't noticed I only refer to you as slave, not using
your feminine name. I am gay as the day is long and have no use for women
at all. Sometimes I am taken care of by Mistress' girls, but have no
interest in their beauty, breasts or cunts. I use only their asses and
mouths, just like yours. Having two large breasts to torment is the only
advantage to their transformed bodies. It is refreshing to have one of
you slaves in my control before you are transformed. I've tried to
convince Mistress Carla to keep a couple of you as you are, but she
really loves to feminize her toys, and doesn't like having a bunch of men
hanging around her home. Well, half men anyways. She doesn't need to look
at your worthless cock unless it's to torture it. I'm surprised she isn't
a lesbian with her disdain for the male parts. But she is 100% woman with
a love for men only. She has many a lover that will attest to her passion
for a good long and thick, preferably black cock. Seldom does she bed a
white man, preferring to keep them in their place. But we need to get our
attention back to you. Four hours passes quickly and you still haven't
eaten. You are to eat your appetizer while I make a few adjustments to
the restraints. I reluctantly bent down and lapped up the vomit I had
deposited on the floor. I was then told to lie on my back and Harry
reattached my restraints and slid a plastic sheet under my upper body.
And then he moved a chair over and set it down over my head. The chair
had a big hole in the bottom and I soon learned why. Harry had removed
the rubber inserts and told me to hold my mouth open as a before dinner
drink of his golden nectar was coming. Unless you'd like some more pain,
don't miss any. I gulped as fast as I could, with just a few drops
running down my cheek.
And now it's time for some food with a little more body to it
slave. Harry rose and turned on the TV. A movie about men came on, no
surprise there. Harry lit a cigar and removed the chair. Kneeling down,
facing my feet, he said to me: here comes your first bite slave, and
began to empty his bowels. Once your mouth is full, close it but don't
swallow. You are to savor this meal by chewing on it only. Do not swallow
until told to. Just enjoy the taste of my present to you. I did as told.
At least with Mistress it was gone in an instant. Here there was no
escaping the horrible taste. Occasionally Harry would round out the tip
of his cigar on one of my nipples, causing muffled protests, all I could
manage with a full mouth. Keep your mouth shut, slave, and he finished
emptying on my face and chest. Picking up some of the mess in his hands
he made sure to completely cover his cock and balls. You may swallow now
slave. For the rest of the two hours we have together you can use your
tongue and lips to clean me up. Nothing gets me harder than seeing a
worthless piece of shit dining on a nice mass of it spread all over my
body. By the time your finished, I'll be ready to fuck you long and hard,
one last time before leaving. If you tend to slow down in the least, my
cigar will be used to prod you along. Enjoy your dinner slave, and let me
know if I need to adjust my position so you can clean every corner well.
And he laughed a sadistic laugh, as he gave me a prod to get started. He
leaned back to enjoy my services and watch the gay porn on the TV.
There was no doubt the girls had Harry pegged right. He was as
hairy as they came, and he sure enjoyed what anyone, even those seriously
into alternative lifestyles, could only call dirty sex.
Somehow I made it through the ordeal. How, I can't remember.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind I recall waking and passing out
numerous times. It must be morning as Missy is tending to the many newly
formed red and brown circles all over my chest and stomach, There must
have been more than a few times my actions weren't pleasing Harry as he
desired. And there was an ungodly pain in my ass. I don't even remember
Harry going at me again, but the fire in my butt told me it had to have
happened. Carefully, Missy was removing the clips attached to some of my
more tender areas. A good-bye, thanks for the night, present from Harry
before he left, was my assumption.
Thursday morning, and Missy is cleaning up my body from Harry's
abuse, just to get me ready for my next training session. I must have
been thinking out loud about last night, because Missy turned her head
towards me and asked what I said. Surprisingly, her eyes were full of
tears. Not much, Missy. Just mumbling to myself about the ordeal with
Harry. You girls sure had him pegged with the nickname.
No response at all from Missy. She kept her face away from
mine, and I could hear her sniffling. Patty, Sandy and Candy walked in a
few minutes later and busied themselves without a word to me. Something
was wrong, you could feel it in the air. I tried to make a little small
talk about Harry and the previous nights events, but nothing but
silence. I did notice tears on the face of Candy. We had become closer
than any others so far. Probably because we were kind of paired off at
night. C'mon guys, talk to me. Did I do something wrong with Harry? Is
Mistress upset over last night? Most of it is a blur. Someone tell me
what's going on, please. Candy turned toward me, really crying now. She
walked over, said I'm so, so sorry. She gave me a tender kiss and ran
from the room. Patty and Sandy left quietly, heads hanging low. It was
down to Missy and me again.
OK, what's going on Missy? You're number one around here. You
must know. Or won't Mistress let you tell me? As head slave, she said it
was up to her to tell me what this was all about. She was having trouble
bringing herself to do it. No, you have not upset mistress. Harry had no
complaints last night. But, and it's a big but, you probably would be
better off if you had to deal with Mistress instead of what's in store
for you.
A man called Pete, one of Mistress' most frequent clients, has
been looking to purchase a slave for a few months now. The going price
was just a little more than he could manage for any of us fully trained
slaves. He saw a video last night of your training and progress as a
slave. He was impressed with your level of tolerance and unquestioned
following of orders, no matter how hard they were. He offered Mistress
$100,000 for you. With only three days invested in you, Mistress made a
business decision to accept his offer.
What? Are you saying I've been sold? Already? I've had so
little training. I haven't had the transformation yet. This can't be. No.
Please. It's not fair.
It doesn't have to be fair, Melanie. It's business. And you are
little more than a piece of property that Mistress has sold at a handsome
profit. Pete cared little about your transformation. He wanted a
relatively cheap slave, and one that had shown strong endurance ability
in painful situations. I really think that the way you handled yourself
when Mistress literally smoked your cock clinched the deal.
Please Missy, no. Can't you approach Mistress for me? It's too
soon. I just arrived. Mistress commented on how well I had adapted. And
then my lifelong dream of being a sissy slave like the rest of you. That
was my main goal. Please, please find a way to change Mistress' mind.
I'm sorry Melanie. There is already a signed contract. It's
done. You know you have no choice but to obey. You signed a contract when
you arrived giving ownership of yourself to Mistress. These contracts
have been tested in court. And they are valid. Only you're being killed
is banned by the courts. Besides, even if it wasn't a legal contract, how
could you change anything. No one here could or would be able to help
you. If we did, we'd probably sign our own death sentences by helping
you. Pete will return on Sunday, shortly after breakfast. All you need do
is relax in our room till then. No more training is on your agenda. Pete
will take you as is.
I fell to the floor in a heap, sobbing. I wasn't even conscious
of my pain racked body. Missy laid down next to me and ran her hands over
my head and shoulder's trying to comfort me. Melanie, I must continue, as
I haven't even begun to tell you why us girls are so upset. None of us
really got that close in 4 days, to cause the kind of concern we have.
Pete, your new owner, has the nickname Peter Pain. No one, not
Mistress nor any other client has hurt us the way Pete does. He is a
sadistic bastard. He has even offered Mistress extra money for the right
to remove one of our toes and take it as a souvenir. Fortunately,
Mistress' rule about no permanent harm is ironclad and she refused. He
will do things to you I couldn't even begin to describe. Pete is the
subject of quite a few rumors around here. Word is he purchased or
subdued a girl around six months ago. She lasted little more than a month
and disappeared. Mind you it is all rumor. But Pete's treatment of us
make the rumors very believable. And Sunday morning you become his.
Mistress will have breakfast with you on Sunday AM. That is the only time
you will see her again. I'm so very sorry for you Melanie, and she left
me to my thoughts.