Chapter 5
Alice's life continued like that for a couple of years until one day Mistress
Angela got fed up with Janice. Janice had never really been into the S&M-bit and
in time this began to annoy Mistress Angela. At the same time Mistress Angela
began to regard Mistress Jensen as just another freeloader. As she had also
discovered just how much she enjoyed torturing women as opposed to sissies, she
decided to do something about it. She set about enslaving the two other women.
Having Alice around at the same time was too much trouble she decided, so she
extended Alice's stay at the stables. Alice didn't notice this since her mind
was blank while she was a pony. The passage of time went unnoticed as she ran
around deaf and blind in a haze of lust. Master Robertson kept her as a pony for
three months while Mistress Angela turned Miss Jensen and Janice into her little
slave-bitches.
When Alice emerged from her long stay at the stables, things had changed a great
deal. Mistress Jensen was now the chubby, little, rubberized slave-bitch Emily
and Mistress Janice was now just slave Janice, running around after Mistress
Angela wearing only high heels, corset and chains. Together they had taken over
a lot the assignments Alice had had, so the rotation changed. Alice now spent
one week as a maid and three as a pony. In the one week she was in the house,
Janice became a ponygirl.
However, it soon became clear that Mistress Angela was loosing interest in
Alice. She much preferred to torture Janice and Emily to torturing Alice and
Alice now often felt forgotten when not running around as a ponygirl. She was
happier when she ran around deaf and blind, than she was when she acted as slave
maid to Mistress Angela. Mistress Angela was of course not blind to this and she
was seriously considering selling Alice to a mistress she knew who had a large
stable. But before this happened another solution presented itself.
One day an old friend of Mistress Angela turned up at the door. Mistress
Catherine had once been a star athlete, competing in rowing, before going on to
become a very successful businesswoman. This was the reason Mistress Angela
hadn't seen her in a long time. Mistress Catherine had been out of the country
for a while, but now she had returned.
Mistress Catherine loved tormenting sissies and on her travels she had left a
trail of sissy-slaves, all sold as she left the country in question. In Japan
she had sold her slave, a pretty little thing whom she had castrated and
equipped with a pair of massive tits, to a whorehouse specializing in the more
extreme clients. Mistress Catherine thought that the sissy would last less than
two months in that place. In Paris she had sold her sissy-slave to a woman
specializing in making pets out of slaves. When she had last seen the poor
sissy, she had been standing on all fours, trying to bark, just as her new
mistress wanted it. In Hong Kong Mistress Catherine had taken great pleasure in
transforming a pair of twins into a pair of docile and obedient maids. Just
before she had sold them to a high-ranking official from the mainland, she had
castrated them and sown their limp cocks to skin of their scrotums, insuring
that their crotches were smooth. They had been most unhappy, but the official
had been very satisfied with the modifications made to the two little bitches.
While Mistress Catherine was visiting, her eyes fell on Alice, who happened to
act as maid that day. After questioning Mistress Angela about it and asking her
permission, Mistress Angela ordered Alice kneel before her. She first
scrutinized the sissy intensely before she grabbed her by the back of her head
and kissed Alice deeply. Alice was very surprised but soon kissed Mistress
Catherine back, loving the attention. When Mistress Catherine withdrew Alice had
her eyes closed as she sighed with pleasure and disappointment. It was the first
time in years anyone had treated her nicely and she felt great affection for the
newcomer. Her affection soon grew as Mistress Catherine, having cleared it with
Mistress Angela, took Alice by the hand and led her down into the dungeon.
Mistress Catherine was a tall woman, easily 6'4", and since she always wore
heels of five inches or more, she towered almost a foot over Alice in spite of
Alice's high-heels. In the dungeon Mistress Catherine stripped off her business
suit and stood before Alice wearing only black six-inch stilettos and black
nylon stockings. She had flaming, red hair flowing freely over her shoulders and
her piercing green eyes filled Alice with a desire to submit. Her breasts were
perfect as was the rest of her body. Leaving Alice standing in the middle of the
dungeon waiting docilely in her pink maid's outfit, Mistress Catherine fetched a
riding crop and a double-ended strap-on dildo. When she returned she sported a
twelve-inch black cock from her crotch and she idly slapped the crop against her
palm, as she looked Alice over. Alice felt completely naked and exposed as
Mistress Catherine eyed her before saying: "Hands behind your head, slave, and
stand still." Alice complied after which Mistress Catherine began to whip her
tits. Soon tears were running down her cheeks as her tits became bruised and
tender. The whipping didn't go on for very long. Mistress Catherine dropped the
crop and took up position behind Alice, removed her panties and butt-plug,
reached around and grabbed her by the tits, bent her knees before standing up,
ramming the dildo up Alice's ass with such force that Alice's feet left the
ground. Being fucked up the ass had become a real turn-on for Alice and Mistress
Catherine's strap-on was not as thick as Master Robertson's cock, so after the
initial shock Alice began to enjoy the fucking. She rode the artificial cock as
Mistress Catherine came again and again and although she couldn't cum herself
she enjoyed it a great deal. It was as close as she ever got. After the fucking
Alice licked the artificial cock clean, dropping to her knees of her own accord
to suck the artificial pole while looking Mistress Catherine in the eyes.
Alice's eyes pleaded for Mistress Catherine to do this to her more often. It was
exactly what she had in mind. Mistress Catherine had been looking for a cute
little fucktoy that didn't require too much in the way of training. She was too
busy for that nowadays. Mistress Angela had already told her that she wanted to
get rid of Alice, so Mistress Catherine decided to buy the little bitch.
Back in the living room Mistress Catherine walked in with Alice in tow just as
Mistress Angela was shoving most of her booted foot up Emily's ass. The fat,
little slave-bitch was dressed in a pink, full-body rubber suit leaving only her
eyes, pussy and ass free. Her ears were plugged and her mouth stuffed with a gag
under the rubber. Her waist was severely constricted and on her feet were pink
stiletto boots with seven-inch heels. Emily was on all fours and it looked like
her eyes were about to pop out of her head as Mistress Angela's boot pushed
further and further up her ass. A low moan came from her gagged mouth. Mistress
Angela was reading a magazine while she did this and seemed not to notice the
extreme pain she was subjecting her slave to. Emily, the former Mistress Jensen,
had been reduced to a complete pain-slut who craved sensory deprivation. When
she wasn't used, she was packed inside a box, unable to move, her feeding and
breathing controlled by a machine connected to her by tubes. She would stay for
weeks at a time in the box, while Mistress Angela played with Janice.
Upon seeing Mistress Catherine enter with Alice she asked: "Well dear? What did
you think? Do you what her?" Mistress Catherine answered that she indeed wanted
her. Mistress Angela wanted Mistress Catherine to take Alice right away, but she
declined. She had a few things she needed to see to first and besides the
handover of Alice to Mistress Catherine would provide them with an excellent
excuse to throw a party. Mistress Angela enthusiastically agreed.
Alice felt confused. In her mind she belonged to Mistress Angela, but at the
same time she had been unhappy with the lack of attention she had been shown
lately, so maybe it would be a good thing, being sold to a new mistress. In any
case she didn't have much time to think about as she was handed over to Master
Robertson who would take care of her while the preparations for the party took
place.
As a ponygirl Alice promptly forgot all about her upcoming sale, her mind once
again becoming blank with lust as she ran around in her pony outfit. After a
month like that, the day had almost arrived. One day before the party Alice was
released from her ponygirl outfit and led in to the basement so that she could
adjust to the relative freedom she enjoyed when not a ponygirl.
The next day Emily prepared her for the party. Alice's hair was washed set in a
very fetching hairdo and she was dressed for the occasion. Instead of her usual
pink maid's uniform, she was wore a white corset over which she wore a jacket of
sorts made of white satin. It covered her arms and fit her upper body snugly,
holding her breasts while showing ample cleavage. It ended just above her hips,
as did her corset. On legs she wore white nylon stockings held up by a lacy,
white garter belt and on her feet were white stilettos with seven-inch heels. On
her hands were delicate, lace gloves and she wore a small, white pillbox hat
with a white veil covering her face. Encircling her neck was a white leather
collar. Her usual black rubber chastity device had been replaced by a white one
and her sheathed cock and balls were strapped to her abdomen. She looked like a
bondage bride, which was of course not that far off.
Mistress Angela placed Alice in a corner of the living room and told her to wait
while the preparations for the party took place. Alice waited obediently while
the room was decorated and she gradually realized that it was going to be a very
big party.
Soon Mistress Catherine arrived and when Alice saw her she was once again filled
with a desire to submit. Mistress Catherine looked absolutely stunning. On her
feet were black, thigh-high stiletto boots, laced up the front with seven-inch
heels made of ultra-thin, shiny metal. She wore a full-body black, rubber suit
clinging to her every curve, going all the way up, even encircling her neck. On
her hands were black, rubber gloves and her beautiful red hair was gathered in a
ponytail. She tapped a riding crop against her boot as she approached Alice.
"Alice, you worthless slut. Tonight I will make you mine," she declared, "and
you had better carry out every order I give you without the slightest of
hesitation. Is that understood?" Alice nodded fearfully and replied: "Yes
Mistress, I understand." Mistress Catherine gave a short nod and left Alice in
the corner. Soon the guests arrived, many with their own slaves in tow. After an
hour the room was packed with people, all being serviced with drinks by Mistress
Angela's two slave girls, Janice and Emily, who really had to work to keep up.
Many cast glances in Alice's direction, but none approached her. Everybody knew
that she was the official reason for their presence. The glances cast at her
made Alice increasingly nervous, but there was nothing she could do but wait.
After one more hour Mistress Angela called for silence and said: "Welcome dear
friends! It's so nice to see so many good people gathered here tonight and I'm
sure that we are going to have a great party. You all know the reason we are
here celebrating, so let's get started." She craned her neck looking for someone
and called: "Tom where are you? Come up front so we can begin." The rest of the
guests made room as Master Robertson joined Mistress Angela. He was dressed in a
black, leather suit and wore big, black leather boots. He stood with his front
to Mistress Angela and Mistress Catherine, Angela on his left, Catherine on his
right. Mistress Angela also looked stunning, wearing black, knee-high boots with
seven-inch heels, a black, leather mini-skirt and a black, leather halter-top.
Once the three had taken position the other guests made a little room in front
of them. Master Robertson: "Emily, you rotten bitch, fetch the useless, little
sissy-shit!" Emily, who already looked harried, scampered over to fetch Alice
and led her to stand beside Mistress Angela. A stern look from Master Robertson
told Alice to kneel and she instantly fell to her knees beside Mistress Angela,
pressing her head to the ground. "Friends!" Master Robertson bellowed out, "we
are gathered here tonight to celebrate Catherine's homecoming." There was
cheering in the background as he continued: "To mark the occasion she has bought
this useless creature from Angela, thereby ridding her of the burden." He
indicated Alice before carrying on: "Mistress Angela: Do you want to give up
this sissy-slave to Mistress Catherine." Mistress Angela replied that she would
after which he turned to Mistress Catherine and asked: "Mistress Catherine: Do
you accept the useless sissy-bitch, to do with as you please?" "I do indeed,"
Mistress Catherine. A quick slap to Alice's ass made her crawl over to kneel at
Mistress Catherine's feet as the crowd congratulated the two mistresses.
Meanwhile Mistress Catherine knelt down, handed Alice a box and whispered an
order in her ear. Then she pulled Alice to her feet and announced to the crowd:
"My new slave has something she wants to say." The crowd fell silent and Alice
said in a very shaky voice: "Masters and Mistresses. Please allow this useless
piece of sissy-shit to show her devotion to Mistress Catherine." Alice opened
the box, revealing that it was full of long, sharp needles before going on:
"Please honor Mistress Catherine by placing a couple of needles in my genitals.
You may use as many as you like, but please make sure that there are no more
needles in this box when you are finished." With that Alice knelt down and
thrust forward her pelvis while she clasped her hands behind her head. An
appreciative murmur was heard from the masters and mistresses while the slaves
present looked pale with fear. Alice was also scared shitless. There were many,
many needles in the box and many, many guests to stick them into her sensitive
flesh. Alice thought that there was a good chance that this might effectively
castrate her, but still she did not hesitate in obeying. She knew that she owed
it to her mistress to obey and besides, disobedience always resulted in worse
punishment. There was no way she could win.
The first one up was Mistress Angela who took great pleasure in sticking needles
into Alice's balls, two needles in each testicle, pressing them all the way in.
Alice screamed and almost passed out from the pain, but she managed to stay
awake to see Mistress Angela's sadistic grin before she drew her head away.
Then the pain started in earnest as the guests lined up to mutilate her
genitals. Alice screamed and begged, vomited and passed out only to be woken up
so the torture could continue. Alice had no idea how long the torture went on
and she lost all sense of time, but when the box was finally full she could no
longer see her white cock-sheath. In fact she couldn't see any part of her
genitals, they were completely covered in needles. The pain was unbelievable and
Alice thought that her cock and balls were ruined for good. Alice was in too
much pain to notice that the guests left the room to have dinner, but she obeyed
orders and remained kneeling with her hands behind her head. Her hands had been
raised for a long time and her arms had begun to shake, but taking them down
didn't even cross her mind.
She remained kneeling like that the whole evening, her genitals pierced by
hundreds of needles while the party went on in the house, slaves being tortured
and fucked in every corner. Once in a while a cock would be shoved into her
mouth and she would suck it, or she would eat pussy, but other than that she was
left alone. When the party finally died down hours later, Mistress Catherine
came to fetch her new slave. Alice was at the point of collapse and didn't even
notice her before she nudged Alice's genitals with her boot. Alice screamed and
she was able to focus on her new mistress. "Get up slave. We're leaving."
Kneeling for so long had numbed Alice's lower legs so she was unable to stand
up. Instead she had to crawl after Mistress Catherine as they left the house.
The crawling movement sparked a new bout of intense pain in her crotch, every
movement of her legs making her scream. Mistress Catherine didn't seem to mind
the noise; on the contrary she seemed to enjoy it a great deal. On the way out
they met Mistress Angela who said goodbye to Alice by kicking her in the groin.
The pain was so bad that she didn't even have the energy to scream. She just
passed out and didn't wake up until Mistress Catherine held smelling salt under
her nose. "You really have to improve your performance, slave. Watching you pass
out from that little nudge was embarrassing." In a croaking, sobbing voice Alice
apologized and they continued towards the front door.
In the hall they passed Emily who was in a bad spot. Her hands were tied behind
her back and teetering on the tips of her seven-inch stilettos she was perched
on top of a rickety stool. A rope hung down from a banister above her head and
it had been tied around her neck, keeping her on her toes. She was ungagged and
naked except for a pair of rubber panties, which held a pair of dildos in place
in her pussy and ass. She was sweating profusely and her fat flesh was quivering
with the exertion and her approaching orgasm. As Mistress Catherine passed she
pleaded in a choking voice: "Mistress, please, Mistress. Mercy Mistress. Won't
you please show mercy?" As Mistress Catherine stopped and walked over to her, a
look of great relief came over Emily's face. But there was no mercy: "Of course
I won't release you, you stupid slut," Mistress Catherine said in the most
pleasant of voices, "I know that it was Mistress Angela who put you there and I
have no intentions letting you go without her approval." A look of despair came
over Emily's face as she realized that Mistress Catherine would not help her and
she began to babble pleas after the receding mistress. Alice crawled after
Mistress Catherine out the door. Just before the door closed behind them Alice
heard the sound a stool falling over followed by some strangling noises. Then
the door fell shut.
Outside Alice's legs finally came under her control and she was able to stand up
and walk after Mistress Catherine. Walking upright did nothing to alleviate the
pain, but rather increased it. Her every move was pain now and she moved in a
haze to Mistress Catherine's waiting limousine. Inside the limousine Mistress
Catherine could wait no longer and spread her legs ordering Alice to eat pussy.
In spite of the pain Alice did so with great pleasure, bringing her to several
orgasms before being ordered to stop. The she was ordered to assume a kneeling
position on the floor as Mistress Catherine explained: "The needle torture are a
test of your devotion. You may ask me to remove them at any time and they will
be removed." Alice lifted her head in hope only to have it crushed: "However, I
shall be most disappointed if you do. If you wish to show your devotion to me,
you will leave them in until I tell you to remove them." Mistress Catherine sat
back and regarded her slave: "So, what will it be, slave?" Alice knew that there
was only one correct answer to that question and said: "Mistress, I am devoted
to you. Treat my useless genitals as you please and leave the needles as a sign
of my devotion." Mistress Catherine nodded at this and extended her foot and
began to use it to nudge the needle-covered genitals. Alice spent the rest of
the trip screaming in pain.
The next morning when Mistress Catherine woke up she found Alice just where she
had left her; kneeling beside the bed, still in her bondage-bride dress, her
cock and balls still pierced by hundreds of needles. She looked completely
exhausted, like she hadn't slept at all, her eyes red from crying as she swayed
unsteadily. The sight brought a smile to Mistress Catherine's face. She loved to
see a slave suffer. But she also appreciated the fact that Alice literally
hadn't moved an inch during the night in a remarkable show of devotion to her
mistress and Mistress Catherine felt something like affection for her new slave.
She was clearly special.
After pissing in Alice's mouth, Mistress Catherine decided to stop the torture
and began removing all the needles. Alice screamed and passed out very quickly.
It proved very hard to keep her awake during this torture and after waking her
up for the seventh time only to have her pass out again, Mistress Catherine
decided to just leave her alone. She removed all of the needles in Alice's
genitals after which she removed all of her clothes, except her corset and her
heels. Then she removed the chastity device and tended to Alice's abused penis
and even more abused testicles. To Mistress Catherine it looked like there was
more than a fifty percent chance that Alice's genitals had been irreparably
damaged, but time would tell. In the meantime they were guaranteed to cause her
great pain for days and weeks, something Mistress Catherine could only be
pleased with. Mistress Catherine washed Alice's genitals before applying a
liberal dose of disinfectant to them. This caused Alice to wake up with a weak
scream only to fall unconscious again. Finally Mistress Catherine covered
Alice's genitals in a thick layer of soothing balm and sealed them in a plastic
bag. Then she carried Alice downstairs into the dungeon. Here she blindfolded
and collared her; put mittens on her hands and secured the mittens to the
collar. She laid Alice down on a filthy mattress in the corner and chained her
by the neck to wall before throwing a blanket over and leaving her.
Alice was allowed to heal for two days before Mistress Catherine demanded that
she begin work. As her genitals began healing the pain increased until Alice was
in constant pain, her every minute occupied by it.
Her first few months of service to Mistress Catherine was spent as a maid,
confined to the house. The service required of her was not overly demanding, as
Mistress Catherine wanted Alice to heal. Much to the surprise of both Mistress
Catherine and Alice her genitals did not seem to be permanently damaged. After
no more than two weeks Alice's cock stirred. She was dressed in a full-body suit
made from black rubber, open only at the crotch and neck. It even had thin
gloves at the end of the sleeves. She of course still wore a corset constricting
her waist to fifteen inches and on her feet were black, ankle-high boots with
seven-inch heels. A thick and broad leather collar encircled her neck, but other
than that she was unbound. She was kneeling on the floor in front of Mistress
Catherine; gently rubbing her feet while Mistress Catherine read a magazine. In
spite of the constant pain in her genitals, the situation was very relaxing and
rewarding at the same time, as it provided Alice with a chance to worship her
mistress. Mistress Catherine's right foot was resting in Alice's cleavage while
Alice strained her head forward to lick Mistress Catherine's toes when she felt
a stirring in her crotch. When she realized what was happening she whimpered
with gratitude and she cried a little and she thanked Mistress Catherine as her
damaged cock rose to half-mast. Mistress Catherine looked up from her magazine
and when she saw what had happened, she used her left foot to caress Alice's
member gently. It hurt a great deal to have all that blood filling her cock, but
having her cock, now free and functioning for the first time in years caressed
by her mistress' foot was a fabulous turn-on. She became rock-hard in an
instant. The pain was enough to make her scream, but the feeling of raw pleasure
was also intense and the two combined to make Alice forget about the rest of the
world. Her hands stopped caressing Mistress Catherine's other foot and her eyes
rolled back in the socket as her breath became shallow and ragged, mixed with
small screams of pain. Mistress Catherine decided to use the opportunity to make
Alice her property, body and soul. Using her other foot to massage Alice's
balls, she now drove Alice absolutely mad with pleasure and pain. The pleasure
of having her genitals fondled by her mistress' foot, thus deriving pleasure
from worshipping her mistress' feet, and the pain from having Mistress
Catherine's feet trample her abused genitals soon had Alice on her way to a
massive orgasm. She fondled her own tits and drool ran down her chin and when
she came it was with a loud shriek of pleasure. As her cum pumped out over the
floor and the chair Mistress Catherine was sitting in, Alice continued to shriek
as her first orgasm in years wracked her body for what seemed like ages.
Mistress Catherine finished her manipulation of Alice's member by stepping hard
on both Alice's cock and her balls further increasing the intense pain/pleasure
sensation. Finally Alice's orgasm loosened its grip on her and she collapsed on
her side unconscious, a truly enormous puddle of cum on the floor in front of
her.
When she came to, she crawled over to Mistress Catherine's feet and began
kissing them, thanking her profusely for allowing her to cum. Before the orgasm
Alice had loved her mistress like she should, but now she gave herself up to her
completely. Mistress Catherine filled her universe and could now order her to do
anything. Mistress Catherine smiled to herself as she ordered her new slave to
clean up her own mess. Alice then licked up her own cum with great relish,
enjoying the remains of her orgasm and relishing in her submission at the same
time. It was hard to believe that she had once been a man and that she had once
disliked being a slave. Not that there had ever been a chance of it, but now any
thought of returning to life as a free person, was gone. Alice had become a
super-submissive slut, craving domination every minute as she was beginning to
loose the ability to make independent decisions.
Over the next couple of months Alice's damaged genitals healed completely, but
she was not allowed to cum again. Not that Mistress Catherine needed to grant
her slave orgasms in order to keep her devoted. Alice now spent all the time
thinking of how she might best please her mistress.