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Subject: REPOST A Year of Slavery chapters 1 and 2 - debs.txt [1/1]

From: alebeard@earthlink.net (Alebeard)

Date: 19 Jan 1997 21:24:58 GMT



`                     A YEAR OF SLAVERY # 1

                      "CAUGHT AND THE CONTRACT"

                      BY; DEBS

                      EDITED BY JOHNNY P

     MY DAY BEGAN AS ANY NORMAL SATURDAY, NO WORK, UP AT  6 A.M. DOING MY 

CHORES. I KNEW JOHN WOULD BE ARRIVING AROUND NOON, NO TIME FOR ME, FOOTBALL 

FIRST. USUALLY I LOOK FORWARD TO OUR SATURDAYS AT HOME. THIS ONE WAS TO BE QUIT 

DIFFERENT. I AM ALWAYS TRYING TO FIND WAYS TO GET OUT, THIS DAY I WOULD BE 

BEGGING TO STAY AT HOME.

     I KNEW I WOULD BE ENTERTAINING AT LEAST 2 MEN AND 4 WOMEN THIS NIGHT. I 

KNEW ALSO THAT I MUST GET SOME OF THE LITTLE UNPLEASANT TASKS OUT OF THE WAY. 

WITH HEAVY HEART AND MANY ANXIETIES, I BEGAN. IT WAS ONLY 9 A.M., 3 HOURS TO 

MYSELF, I WAS ALREADY WISHING I HAD STAYED IN BED LONGER SINCE I HAD A GOOD IDEA 

HOW BAD THIS NIGHT COULD TURN OUT FOR ME.

     THE FIRST THING I KNEW I HAD TO DO WAS TO GO INTO THE BATHROOM AND START 

GETTING MYSELF CLEANED OUT. I WAS TOLD TO START THE NIGHT BEFORE WITH A LIGHT 

MEAL AND A MILD LAXATIVE, BUT THIS TIME ESPECIALLY MY NERVES DID THE JOB FOR ME. 

I HAD A VERY NERVOUS STOMACH AND NO APPETITE WHATEVER. THE BEST I WAS ABLE TO 

GET DOWN WAS SOME BROTH. I AWOKE WITH THE SAME FEELINGS IN MY STOMACH AS THE 

PREVIOUS NIGHT BUT KNEW I NEEDED SOME NOURISHMENT. WITH WHAT I ASSUMED LAY

AHEAD IT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA TO EAT VERY MUCH BUT DECIDED ON SOME TEA AND TOAST. 

THE LESS I HAD IN ME THE BETTER. FROM PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE I KNEW I WOULD NEED AS 

MUCH STRENGTH AND ENDURANCE AS POSSIBLE SO I DOUBLED MY NORMAL VITAMIN INTAKE.

     I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM AND FROM THE VANITY TOOK OUT THE SMALL CHEST WHICH 

CONTAINED MY ENEMA EQUIPMENT. AT TIMES I HAVE HAD MANY PLEASURABLE EXPERIENCES 

WITH THIS CHEST BUT NOW LOOKED AT IT WITH MUCH DISDAIN. I KNEW WHAT MUST BE 

DONE. I FILLED THE BAG WITH ABOUT A QUART OF THE HOTTEST WATER I COULD STAND AND 

3 CAPFULS OF DR. BONNERS SOAP. THIS WAS A LITTLE SEVERE BUT WOULD HELP LATER. I 

HUNG IT ON THE SIDE OF THE SHOWER LET THE AIR OUT OF THE TUBE AND CLOSED THE 

CLAMP. I LOOKED AT THE NOZZLE WHICH WAS NOT ALL THAT LARGE AND REALIZED IT

WOULD BE TO MY ADVANTAGE TO START STRETCHING MYSELF ON MY OWN AND AT MY OWN 

PACE. THE CHEST HAD AN ASSORTMENT OF TIPS AND NOZZLES FROM WHICH I SELECTED ONE 

OF THE LARGEST. AT LEAST I WOULD BE GENTLE ON MYSELF. I ATTACHED IT TO THE 

DANGLING HOSE AND SPREAD A GENEROUS AMOUNT OF K-Y ALL OVER IT. THIS WAS ONE OF 

THE BIGGEST I HAD BUT KNEW IT WAS OF MEDIUM SIZE TO THEM. AS I SPREAD THE 

LUBRICANT I COULD ONLY HOPE THIS PROCEDURE WOULD BE FOLLOWED LATER. I REMOVED MY 

ROBE AND REACHED BEHIND MYSELF TO SPREAD THE K-Y INTO MY RECTUM. IN DOING SO I

CAUGHT SITE OF MYSELF IN THE MIRROR. ALL I COULD DO WAS STARE AND FOR A BRIEF 

MOMENT HATE THE STATUESQUE IMAGE THAT REFLECTED BACK AT ME. THIS WAS ONE TIME I 

WISHED I DID NOT POSSESS MY 5FT. 8IN., 120LB, 34-20-34 BODY WITH NATURAL BLONDE 

HAIR. MAYBE IF I WAS PLAIN AND ORDINARY THEY WOULD NOT WANT ME.

     I SLOWLY GOT MYSELF DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND TURNED ONTO MY SIDE GETTING AS 

COMFORTABLE AS I COULD. I REACHED OVER, TOOK THE NOZZLE AND STARTED TO SLIP IT 

VERY CAREFULLY INSIDE MYSELF. AT FIRST IT WAS PAINFUL SO I TOOK A DEEP BREATH 

AND GAVE A GENTLE PUSH. IT HURT BUT I KNEW WORSE WAS TO COME. AFTER A LOT OF 

TWISTING, PUSHING AND GASPING THE NOZZLE WAS IN PLACE. I THOUGHT HOW IN THE PAST 

I HAD LARGER OBJECTS IN MY ASS BUT THIS WAS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. IT WAS PROBABLY 

A SUBCONSCIOUS FEAR OF WHAT I KNEW WAS TO COME. MY NERVES WERE GETTING THE BEST 

OF ME.

     ALL I NEEDED TO DO WAS SLIDE MY HAND UP AND RELEASE THE CLAMP. I DID NOT 

WANT TO, BUT KNEW I MUST. AS THE HOT WATER HIT ME I TRIED WITH ALL MY WILL TO 

RELAX. I GET ENEMAS ON A REGULAR BASIS AND HAVE EVEN LEARNED TO ENJOY THEM. THIS 

ONE WAS DIFFERENT. THIS WAS NOT FOR MY PLEASURE OR FOR JOHNS. THIS WAS TO START 

TO CLEAN ME OUT FOR WHAT WOULD BE DONE TO ME. AS THE WATER CONTINUED TO FLOW I 

BEGAN TO THINK OF WHAT HAD CAUSED ME TO BE IN THIS PREDICAMENT.                   

    I HAD EMBEZZLED A LARGE SUM OF MONEY FROM THE COMPANY WERE I WORKED. THE 

THEFT WAS DISCOVERED AND I WAS GIVEN A SIMPLE CHOICE. BECOME A SEX SLAVE TO MR. 

AND MRS. WINSTON OR FACE 5 YEARS IN PRISON. AS I LIE ON THE FLOOR I BECAME 

OVERWHELMED WITH MY PLIGHT. THE WORST PART WAS THERE WAS NO GOOD REASON FOR ME 

TO STEAL THE MONEY. I NEVER NEEDED ALL THOSE CLOTHES, SHOES AND JEWELRY.

     I FELT THE PRESSURE IN MY STOMACH AND A SEVERE CRAMP SO I LOOKED UP AT THE 

BAG AND SAW THAT IT WAS EMPTY. I REMOVED THE NOZZLE, TURNED ON MY BACK AND LET 

THE SOLUTION IN ME DO ITS WORK. THIS WAS THE FIRST OF AT LEAST 3 ENEMAS I WOULD 

HAVE TO ADMINISTER TO MYSELF BEFORE JOHN ARRIVED. MRS. WINSTON WAS VERY EXPLICIT 

AS TO HER REQUIREMENTS AND WOULD KNOW IF I DID NOT FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS. THE

LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO GIVE HER REASON TO CAUSE ME ANY MORE PAIN, THERE 

WOULD BE ENOUGH.  AFTER ABOUT 10 MINUTES OF RETAINING THIS MIXTURE I COULD NOT 

HOLD IT ANY LONGER. AS I SAT ON THE BOWL I THOUGHT OF THE PROBLEM WITH JOHN. HE 

COULD NOT KNOW. I WOULD HAVE TO MAKE HIM LEAVE AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE BY TELLING 

HIM I WAS TIRED AND DID NOT FEEL UP TO PAR. LATELY I WAS TREATING HIM VERY BADLY 

BUT HE DID NOT KNOW WHY, HE COULD NEVER KNOW.

    IT IS NOT EASY TO TAKE ONE ENEMA AFTER ANOTHER BUT I HAD NO CHOICE. THIS ONE 

WAS TO BE A HALF GALLON OF HOT WATER. I WAS TOLD THAT THE MORE I TAKE NOW AND 

THE HOTTER IT IS, THE EASIER FOR ME LATER. AS I BEGAN TO REFILL THE BAG I COULD 

NOT HELP LOOKING AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR. MY ATTENTION WAS BROUGHT TO BARE ON MY 

BREASTS. I HAD ALWAYS BEEN VERY PROUD OF THEIR VOLUPTUOUS 34-D SIZE, BUT NOW

REMEMBERED THE PAIN THEY WERE FORCED TO ENDURE. AS I STARED AT THEM  FOR A 

MOMENT I RECALLED THE LAST SESSION WITH THE WINSTONS AND THE DR. THE TREMENDOUS 

PAIN,AND YET ALMOST NO VISIBLE EVIDENCE.

     THIS TIME THE NOZZLE WENT INTO ME A LITTLE EASIER. AS I OPENED THE CLAMP I 

TRIED TO FORGET WHAT WAS TO HAPPEN TONIGHT AND WHAT HAPPENED 2 WEEKS AGO. I TOLD 

MYSELF TO JUST RELAX AND TAKE THIS SECOND HELLISH ENEMA. THE WATER WAS HOTTER 

THAN I HAD IMAGINED AND WAS CAUSING ME TO START TO SWEAT OVER MY ENTIRE BODY. 

THE PAIN IN MY LOWER ABDOMEN WAS BECOMING ALMOST UNBEARABLE BUT I KNEW IT WAS

OPENING ME FOR WHATEVER THEY HAD IN STORE.

    MRS. WINSTON WAS VERY PLEASED AS SHE SUMMONED ME TO HER OFFICE ON THURSDAY 

AFTERNOON. SHE HANDED ME A NOTE AND A PACKAGE WHICH DETAILED MY PREPARATIONS FOR 

SATURDAY NIGHT. AFTER A LOT OF VERBAL ABUSE AND MENTAL TORTURE SHE VERY 

SARCASTICALLY TOLD ME HOW MUCH THEY LOOKED FORWARD TO MY FIRST VISIT. HER LAST 

WORDS WERE THOSE OF WARNING TO FOLLOW HER INSTRUCTIONS OF PREPARATION TO THE 

LETTER.

    I HAD NEVER HAD THIS MUCH WATER IN ME BEFORE AND WAS NOW IN SEVERE PAIN, BUT 

THE HALF GALLON WAS NOW IN. AS I LOOKED DOWN AT MY STOMACH THE HORROR BECAME 

APPARENT. IT LOOKED AS IF I WERE AT LEAST 4 TO 5 MONTHS PREGNANT AND BLUE VEINS 

WERE CRISSCROSSING MY LOWER ABDOMEN. I HAD NOT EVEN BEGAN TO TRY AND GET UP WHEN 

THE INSTRUCTIONS FOR MY NEXT PREPARATION ENEMA CRASHED INTO MY HEAD, 3 QUARTS 

VERY HOT. AS I SAT ON THE BOWL FEELING AS IF MY INSIDES WERE BEING RIPPED FROM 

MY BODY I KNEW I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO OBEY. AS I SAT AND FOUND INSTANT RELIEF I 

WONDERED AS TO SOME OF THE INSTRUCTIONS I HAD BEEN GIVEN. WHAT WERE THE PLANS 

THEY HAD FOR ME. WHY ALL THESE ENEMAS. I LEARNED DURING MY VISIT TO THE DRS. 

SOME OF THE GAMES THESE PEOPLE PLAYED. I REMEMBERED THE ANAL ABUSE I SUFFERED 

BUT ALL THIS PREPARATION WAS INSTILLING A FEELING OF DEEP FEAR. I FEARED I WAS 

TO LEARN THINGS I DID NOT WANT TO KNOW.

     AS I REMAINED ON THE BOWL MY MIND DRIFTED TO MRS. WINSTONS NOTE. THE 

DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE ENEMAS. THE WAY SHE DESCRIBED HOW I WAS TO DOUCHE 

MYSELF. THE DETAILS FOR HAIR AND MAKE-UP. HER ORDER TO WEAR THE CLOTHES PROVIDED 

IN THE PACKAGE. WHAT WAS IN THE PACKAGE, I HADN'T EVEN LOOKED. I KEPT THINKING 

OF DIFFERENT COMMENTS SHE HAD MADE DURING THE PAST WEEK. MANY MADE NO SENSE 

WHILE OTHER THINGS MADE ALL TO MUCH SENSE. SHE PURPOSELY MADE ME KNOW ABOUT THE 

4 WOMEN. HER, GOLDIE, THE DR. BUT WHO ELSE. WOULD IT POSSIBLY BE THE WARDEN. SHE

KNEW FROM MY FIRST EXPERIENCE WITH THEM HOW MUCH I HATED BEING TOUCHED AND 

VIOLATED BY A WOMAN. THE MEN WOULD BE TERRIBLE BUT I FEARED THE WOMEN WOULD BE 

MORE VICIOUS AND SADISTIC. THEN THERE WAS THE SEX, I HAD NEVER IN MY LIFE BEEN 

WITH A WOMAN AND NOW I WOULD BE FORCED TO PERFORM THE MOST DEGRADING ACTS 

IMAGINABLE.

     I GLANCED AT THE CLOCK, 10:30, I HAD ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF. AS I FILLED 

THE BAG FOR THE THIRD AND FINAL TIME I WONDERED TO MYSELF HOW I WOULD TAKE 3 

QUARTS, IT SEEMED IMPOSSIBLE BUT I KNEW I MUST TRY NO MATTER HOW PAINFUL.

     JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO INSERT THE NOZZLE THE PHONE RANG. JOHN, HI HONEY, NO 

NOTHING IS WRONG, YOUR NOT COMING, YOUR BACK AGAIN. AS MUCH AS I WANTED HIM 

MAYBE THIS WAS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE. AFTER A BRIEF CONVERSATION I AGREED TO 

SPEAK WITH HIM LATER. AS MUCH AS I HATED DOING SO I KNEW I WOULD HAVE TO PUT HIM 

OFF WITH SOME EXCUSE. MAYBE GOING TO SEE MY MOTHER OR SISTER OR MAYBE USE THE 

OLD SHOPPING ROUTINE. HE WOULD BE ANGRY AND ACCUSE ME OF AS HE PUT IT "JERKING 

HIM OFF". TOMORROW WHEN HE CALLED I WOULD PRETEND TO BE SICK, BAD STOMACH AS 

USUAL. WOULD PROBABLY NOT WANT TO TALK, JUST STAY IN BED AND TRY AND RECUPERATE 

FROM THE NIGHTS ORDEAL. BUT THESE WERE THINGS JOHN COULD NOT KNOW.

     THE THIRD ENEMA WAS A NIGHTMARE. I HAD NEVER TAKEN ANYTHING NEARLY THIS 

LARGE AND AFTER 2 QUARTS I CONSIDERED STOPPING IT. MY STOMACH WAS SO SWOLLEN I 

FEARED IT WOULD BURST FROM THE PRESSURE. IT FILLED ME SO COMPLETELY THAT IT 

CAUSED A TREMENDOUS PRESSURE ON ALL MY INTERNAL ORGANS.I WAS AFRAID TO LOOK DOWN 

FOR FEAR OF WHAT I MIGHT SEE. AS I DID SO TO MY AMAZEMENT MY BREASTS SEEMED TO 

BE MUCH LARGER THAN NORMAL. IT WAS THEN THAT I REALIZED HOW DIFFICULT IT WAS 

JUST TO BREATHE. IT SEEMED MY INTESTINES WERE PUSHING UP INTO MY LUNGS. I

IMMEDIATELY REACHED FOR THE CLAMP TO STOP THE FLOW BEFORE I PASSED OUT. AS I 

LAID ON THE FLOOR GASPING FOR BREATH I KNEW I COULD NOT TAKE ANY MORE. AS I 

REMOVED THE NOZZLE AND STRUGGLED TO THE BOWL MRS. WINSTONS NOTE CAME TO MIND. 

HOW WOULD SHE KNOW. HOW WOULD DOING THIS TO MYSELF HELP ME LATER.

     AFTER SPENDING QUITE A LONG TIME IN THE BATHROOM I FINALLY CAME BACK TO 

MYSELF. THE BEST THING I COULD DO NOW WAS TRY AND GET SOME REST. I FELT GUILTY 

ABOUT WHAT I WAS DOING TO JOHN, BUT KNEW IT WAS BEST. I MADE A CUP OF TEA AND 

WENT INTO THE BEDROOM. AS WAS MY HABIT I PUT ON THE T.V. MAINLY FOR SOME 

SOUND.THIS IS ONE OF THE SMALL QUIRKS THAT COMES WITH LIVING ALONE. MAKING 

MYSELF AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE I REALIZED HOW STRANGE ENEMAS WERE. JUST A FEW 

MINUTES AGO I WAS IN TERRIBLE PAIN AND NOW IT WAS ALMOST GONE. NO MARKS, NO 

BRUISES JUST EXCRUCIATING PAIN WHEN IT IS BEING FORCED INTO YOU. I THOUGHT OF

ONE OF MRS. WINSTONS COMMENTS TO ME. NO PERMANENT DAMAGE, NO LASTING BRUISES BUT 

THE PAIN WOULD MAKE YOU PRAY FOR DEATH. WHY DID THEY WANT TO HURT ME? THIS WAS 

ALL EXPLAINED WHEN I WAS CAUGHT AND OFFERED THE DEAL. THESE PEOPLE WERE VERY 

WEALTHY AND HAD ALL THAT MONEY COULD BUY. BUT THEY WERE BORED AND HAD BECOME 

VERY JADED IN THEIR GAMES. FROM WHAT I HAD KNOWN THEY HAD TRAVELED EXTENSIVELY. 

HAD A LARGE MANSION IN THE SUBURBS OF LONG ISLAND. OWNED EXPENSIVE CARS, HORSES 

A YACHT AND WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE. BUT THEY WERE BORED. SOMEHOW AFTER TRYING MANY 

DIFFERENT FORMS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY THEY FOUND EXCITEMENT IN S & M. AS IF SOME 

DISEASE OF THE WEALTHY SOME OF THEIR FRIENDS SHARED THE SAME INTEREST. WHEN MY 

CRIME HAD BEEN DISCOVERED THEY SEIZED THE OPPORTUNITY. I WAS SUMMONED INTO MR. 

WINSTONS OFFICE AND CONFRONTED WITH THE EVIDENCE. I WAS THE COMPANY BOOKKEEPER 

AND TRIED TO EXPLAIN HOW HE WAS MISTAKEN. IT WAS THEN THAT MRS. WINSTON SHOWED

ME ALL THE CHECKS I HAD FORGED AND LEDGERS I HAD ALTERED. MY HEART SANK AND I 

KNEW I WAS CAUGHT.

     I REMEMBER LOOKING AROUND FOR THE POLICE. IT WAS THEN THAT THEY EXPLAINED 

MY PLIGHT. ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS MAKE ONE PHONE CALL AND I WOULD BE ARRESTED. 

WITH ALL THE EVIDENCE THEY HAD THERE WAS NO QUESTION AS TO MY BEING CONVICTED OF 

A CLASS A FELONY. IT WAS EXPLAINED IN GRAPHIC DETAIL HOW I WOULD SERVE 5 YEARS 

IN A WOMANS PENITENTIARY. IT WAS ALSO MADE VERY CLEAR AS TO HOW THEY WOULD USE

THEIR CONSIDERABLE INFLUENCE TO GUARANTEE I WOULD BE SENT TO THE WORST. I WAS 

ALSO TOLD HOW THEY COULD MAKE SURE I WOULD RECEIVE THE HARSHEST TREATMENT 

POSSIBLE. AS IT HAPPENED THE WARDEN WAS A PERSONAL FRIEND OF MRS. WINSTON AND 

WOULD OVERSEE MY STAY. THE PICTURE THEY WERE PAINTING WAS INDEED THE END OF MY 

WORLD.

     AS LONG AS I LIVE I WILL NEVER FORGET WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. MRS. WINSTON AS 

CASUALLY AS IF ORDERING A CUP OF COFFEE, TOLD ME "BUT YOU HAVE A CHOICE". HER 

VOICE DRIPPED OF SARCASM AND SHE HAD A DEVILISH GRIN ON HER FACE. I WAS INFORMED 

THAT IF I AGREED TO BECOME THEIR SLAVE AND FOLLOW ALL ORDERS FOR A PERIOD OF ONE 

YEAR ALL WOULD BE FORGOTTEN AND I COULD EVEN KEEP THE MONEY. I COULD NOT BELIEVE 

WHAT I WAS HEARING, SLAVE. I WAS SPEECHLESS. THE LOOK ON MY FACE MUST HAVE  TOLD 

OF MY AMAZEMENT AT WHAT SHE WAS SAYING. THE ONLY WORD I WAS ABLE TO GET OUT WAS 

SLAVE.

     IT WAS AT THIS POINT SHE PULLED UP A CHAIR AND WITH A SMILE BEGAN TO 

EXPLAIN. SHE TOLD ME HOW THEY AND A CLOSE GROUP OF FRIENDS WHO ENJOYED USING 

FEMALES IN VARIOUS WAYS. MANY OF THE PHRASES SHE USED WERE FOREIGN TO ME. S & M,  

 B & D, WATERSPORTS, BEASTIALITY, FISTING, FORCED SEX, MEDICAL TORTURE. I FELT 

THE BLOOD DRAIN FROM MY HEAD AND THE ROOM BEGIN TO SPIN. THIS AMUSED THE COUPLE 

AND THEY BOTH HAD A GREAT LAUGH AT MY REACTION. AFTER MY COLOR RETURNED AND THEY

WERE DONE WITH THEIR COMMENTS MRS. WINSTON CONTINUED. SHE EXPLAINED HOW I WOULD 

HAVE TO PRESENT MYSELF AT THEIR HOME ONCE A MONTH ON A SATURDAY NIGHT 12 TIMES. 

I WAS ALSO TOLD ABOUT BEING FITTED FOR SOME SPECIAL ARTICLES OF CLOTHING. AND 

LAST BUT FAR FROM LEAST THE EXTENSIVE MEDICAL EXAMINATIONS. SHE WENT ON TO 

FURTHER EXPLAIN HOW THEY WOULD HAVE TO BE SURE I WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE WHAT 

THEY WOULD BE DOING TO ME. BUT SHE STRESSED FOR THEIR OWN PROTECTION, IT WOULD 

HAVE TO BE DETERMINED THAT I WAS DISEASE FREE. I WOULD HAVE TO CONTINUE WORKING 

FOR THEM. I COULD GO ON WITH MY LIFE AS USUAL EXCEPT FOR A FEW MINOR CHANGES.

     AFTER LISTENING TO WHAT SHE WAS SAYING I JUMPED FROM THE CHAIR AND RAN FOR 

THE DOOR, IT WAS LOCKED. I DEMANDED THE DOOR BE OPENED AND TOLD THEM THEY WERE 

BOTH VERY SICK PEOPLE. THEIR RESPONSE WAS JUST TO LAUGH AT ME. THEY CALMLY 

EXPLAINED THAT THERE WAS NO PLACE I COULD RUN TO. I WAS TOLD THAT IF I DESIRED 

THE POLICE WOULD BE SUMMONED IMMEDIATELY. IT WAS THEN THAT MR. WINSTON SUGGESTED 

THAT I SIT BACK DOWN AND HEAR THE REST OF WHAT THEY HAD TO SAY.. I WAS HANDED A 

LARGE ENVELOPE AND TOLD TO GO HOME AND STUDY ITS CONTENTS. I WAS ALSO INFORMED 

THAT I WOULD BE UNDER SURVEILLANCE AT ALL TIMES AND MY PHONE CALLS WOULD BE 

MONITORED. IF I TRIED TO RUN AWAY I WOULD BE ARRESTED AND ALL THEIR THREATS 

CARRIED OUT.

     I COULD NOT FIND ANY COMFORT OR PEACE HERE IN MY BED. MY MIND WAS RIDING A 

ROLLER COASTER. THE FEAR OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TONIGHT. THE MEMORIES OF WHAT HAD 

BEEN DONE ALREADY. AS I STARED AT THE CEILING MY MIND WANDERED BACK TO THAT DAY 

WHEN I WAS CONFRONTED BY THE WINSTONS. I REMEMBERED LEAVING THEM SITTING IN HIS 

OFFICE LOOKING AT ME AS IF I WERE A SIDE OF BEEF. AS I PICKED UP THE ENVELOPE I 

WAS TOLD TO STUDY, I GLANCED FIRST AT MR. WINSTON AND THEN AT HER. THE 

EXPRESSIONS ON BOTH THEIR FACES TURNED MY KNEES TO JELLY. THEIR EYES , COLD AS 

ICE PIERCED INTO MY VERY SOUL.

     I RECALLED HOW I HAD STRUGGLED HOME MAKING SURE TO DOUBLE LOCK THE DOOR 

BEHIND ME, AS IF THAT WOULD HELP. THE MEMORIES OF ALL I HAD HEARD. THE STUPIDITY 

OF WHAT I HAD DONE. HOW DID I THINK I COULD GET AWAY WITH IT. I THOUGHT OF THE 

HOME SHOPPING CHANNEL AND CURSED THE DAY IT WAS INVENTED. IF IT WASN'T FOR MY 

NEED TO BUY WHAT I REALLY DIDN'T NEED I WOULD NOT BE IN THIS SITUATION NOW. ALSO 

THE FACT THAT JOHN HAD WARNED ME MANY TIMES MADE ME FEEL EVEN WORSE.

     THE MEMORIES OF THE ENVELOPE CAME TO MIND. THEY WERE SMART AND KNEW EXACTLY 

WHAT THEY WERE DOING. THE CONTENTS WERE COPIES OF ALL THE FORGED CHECKS, ALTERED 

LEDGERS AND A VIDEO CASSETTE. A NOTE ON THE CASSETTE SIMPLY READ THIS SHOWS WHAT 

MAY HAPPEN TO YOU IN PRISON. I REMEMBERED HOW MY HAND WAS SHAKING SO VIOLENTLY, 

I COULD NOT GET IT INTO THE VCR. AFTER WATCHING FOR ONLY A FEW MOMENTS I WAS IN 

A STATE OF COMPLETE SHOCK. IT DEPICTED WOMAN OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES, ALL AGES 

FROM YOUNG TO OLD, AND OF ALL RACES. THE ONE THING THEY ALL SHARED WAS A BLANK 

STARE. AS THE TAPE CONTINUED I SAW THE CELLS AND THE HORRIBLE LIVING CONDITIONS. 

THE NEXT SCENE SHOWED ABOUT 2 DOZEN WOMEN IN A SHOWER, NO PRIVACY, HERDED IN 

LIKE SO MANY CATTLE. IT WAS IN LOOKING AT SOME OF THE CLOSE UPS THAT I REALIZED 

THAT A LOT OF THE FACES LOOKED MUCH OLDER THAN THE BODIES TO WHICH THEY 

BELONGED. THE FACES ALL INDICATED A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF SUFFERING. MY EYES WERE

RIVETED TO THE SCREEN. IT WAS THEN THAT SOMETHING CAUGHT MY EYE. AS IF THEY HAD 

READ MY MIND THE CAMERA CAME TO FOCUS ON A BIG WELL BUILT RED HEAD. SHE SEEMED 

TO BE ABOUT MY OWN AGE BUT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL. AS SHE WASHED, I WAS SHOWN 

HER BODY FROM EVERY ANGLE. WHAT I SAW MADE ME GASP OUT LOUD. SHE WAS COVERED 

WITH WELTS AND BRUISES. HER BACK, ASS, LEGS, THIGHS, STOMACH AND BREASTS WERE 

COVERED WITH WHIP MARKS. NEXT I SAW A YOUNG BLONDE GIRL WHO APPEARED TO BE A

LITTLE MORE THAN A TEENAGER. HER BODY WAS COVERED WITH THE SAME TYPE OF MARKS. I 

WAS LITERALLY MESMERIZED BY THE IMAGES ON THE TV SCREEN. AS I WAS TRYING TO 

DIGEST THE IMAGES BEFORE ME THE SCENE CHANGED. IT SHOWED 2 BIG BLACK FEMALE 

GUARDS DRAGGING AN ATTRACTIVE MIDDLE AGED SPANISH WOMAN DOWN A DARK CORRIDOR. 

THE SOUND WAS OF POOR QUALITY BUT IT WAS EASY TO HEAR THAT SHE WAS SCREAMING AND 

BEGGING. I WAS ABLE TO MAKE OUT SOME OF HER WORDS. "NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN, I WILL 

DO WHATEVER YOU WANT". AS A DOOR CAME INTO VIEW SHE SCREAMED "PLEASE DON'T

TORTURE ME AGAIN I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE. JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO". THE DOOR 

OPENED REVEALING A DIMLY LIT ROOM FILLED WITH MANY DIFFERENT OBJECTS. AS THE 

LIGHTS FROM THE CAMERA ILLUMINATED THE ROOM I WAS ABLE TO MAKE OUT WHAT SOME OF 

THESE OBJECTS WERE. I SAW AN ASSORTMENT OF STRANGE TABLES AND BENCHES. ROPES AND 

CHAINS HUNG FROM THE CEILING. A LARGE WOODEN CHAIR CAME INTO FOCUS. FROM IT 

DANGLED SEVERAL BROAD LEATHER STRAPS. HANGING NEAR THE CHAIR WERE WHAT LOOKED

TO BE ELECTRICAL WIRES WITH LARGE ALLIGATOR CLIPS ON THE END. NEXT THE CAMERA 

MOVED TO A WALL FROM WHICH HUNG A HUGE ARRAY OF WHIPS, PADDLES, CANES, ROPE, 

CHAIN, HANDCUFFS OF DIFFERENT SIZES AND DOZENS OF THINGS I COULD NOT IDENTIFY. 

AS THE CAMERA SHOWED THE ROOM I COULD HEAR SCREAMS IN THE BACKGROUND. THE SCENE 

RETURNED TO THE SPANISH WOMAN. SHE WAS HANGING FROM A CHAIN ATTACHED TO HER 

HANDCUFFS. HER DRESS HAD BEEN REMOVED LEAVING HER IN BRA AND PANTIES. AT THAT 

MOMENT ONE OF THE BLACK GUARDS TOOK A SMALL KNIFE AND CUT THE BRA FROM HER

BODY. AT THAT POINT I HAD TO LOOK AWAY. HER BREASTS WERE A MASS OF ANGRY LOOKING 

BRUISES. A STRANGE VOICE BROUGHT MY ATTENTION BACK TO THE SCREEN. IT BELONGED TO 

A BEAUTIFUL AND FOR SOME REASON VERY EVIL LOOKING WOMAN. SHE APPEARED TO BE VERY 

TALL AND LARGE, NOT FAT JUST LARGE. I HAD NO IDEA WHO SHE WAS OR WHAT SHE WAS 

DOING IN THIS ROOM. I GUESSED HER AGE TO BE ABOUT 50. HER BLACK HAIR WAS DONE IN 

THE LATEST STYLE AND HER SUIT WAS CHANEL. EVEN ON THE TV SCREEN LOOKING

AT HER SENT A SHUDDER THROUGH ME. I KNOW NOW HOW RIGHT I WAS.

     THE EXPRESSION ON THE FACE OF THE SPANISH WOMAN WAS ONE OF TERROR. AS SHE 

SAID HER NEXT WORDS A LOT OF THINGS BECAME MORE CLEAR TO ME. "PLEASE WARDEN, 

DON'T LET THEM TORTURE ME AGAIN". I IMMEDIATELY REMEMBERED THE COMMENT MRS. 

WINSTON MADE ABOUT THE WARDEN BEING A PERSONAL FRIEND. COULD THIS BE HER. MY 

MIND WAS NOT ABLE TO DIGEST ALL I HAD JUST SEEN AND HEARD. I SHUT OFF THE VCR.

     NOW AS I LAID TWISTING AND TURNING I REMEMBERED THE NIGHT I SAT VIEWING THE 

TAPE. I REMEMBERED THINKING THAT THIS WAS IMPOSSIBLE. THIS IS 1993, THINGS LIKE 

THIS DO NOT HAPPEN. THEY DO NOT TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THIS IN PRISON, DO THEY. I 

REMEMBER HOW AFTER SITTING IN THE DARK FOR A FEW MINUTES, SOMETHING INSIDE ME 

MADE ME TURN THE VCR BACK ON.

     THE SPANISH WOMAN KEPT BEGGING THE WARDEN TO BE RELEASED. SHE PROMISED TO 

DO WHATEVER ANYONE WANTED OF HER. TO MY DISBELIEF I HEARD HER SAY, "LET ME EAT 

ALL THE GUARDS. THEY CAN ALL FUCK ME IF THEY WANT TO. TELL THEM THEY CAN FUCK ME 

IN THE ASS WITH THE BIG DILDOS. I'LL NEVER SAY NO AGAIN". I STARED AT THE SCREEN 

AS IF IN A TRANCE. THE BOUND WOMAN CONTINUED TO BEG THE WARDEN TO GIVE HER 

ANOTHER CHANCE. THE CAMERA CAPTURED THE PANIC ON THE FACE OF THE BOUND WOMAN

AS WELL AS THE ICY STARE OF THE WARDEN. I HAD A VERY HARD TIME GRASPING 

EVERYTHING THE SPANISH WOMAN WAS SAYING. I WAS NOT UNAWARE OF CERTAIN SEXUAL 

PRACTICES BUT WHAT I HEARD NEXT WAS HARD TO BELIEVE. SHE HAD A NERVOUS LOOK ON 

HER FACE AS SHE TURNED HER FACE TOWARD THE WARDEN AND SAID "THEY CAN ALL WATCH 

ME FUCK THE DOGS, THEY WON'T HAVE TO FORCE ME THIS TIME. THEN I'LL EAT THEM 

ALL". I WAS COMPLETELY TAKEN ABACK BY WHAT SHE HAD JUST SAID.. HOW COULD SHE

VOLUNTEER TO DO SUCH A THING. WHAT HAD THEY DONE TO HER TO BRING HER TO THIS 

POINT. WAS THIS A PRISON OR AN INSANE ASYLUM.

     I CONTINUED TO WATCH AS THE WARDEN TALKED TO HER GUARDS. AFTER A TIME SHE 

TURNED BACK TO THE HANGING WOMAN AND TOLD HER "YOU WILL BE GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY 

TO DO EVERYTHING YOU SAID, BUT FIRST YOU MUST BE PUNISHED FOR DISOBEYING THE 

GUARDS ORDERS". THE WOMAN STARTED TO SCREAM AND RIP AT HER SHACKLED WRISTS. THIS 

BROUGHT A ROUND OF LAUGHTER FROM THE WARDEN AND 2 GUARDS. THE HANGING WOMAN WAS 

BECOMING MORE FRANTIC. SHE KEPT YELLING "NO MORE TORTURE, PLEASE. I'M STILL

HURTING FROM THE LAST TIME".THE WARDEN WAS UNAFFECTED BY HER PLEAS. SHE JUST 

TURNED TO THE GUARDS AND SAID "PUT HER ON THE TABLE ON HER BACK, I WANT TO WORK 

ON THOSE TITS AGAIN". THE GUARDS WERE ON THE BOUND WOMAN IN AN INSTANT. HER 

HANDCUFFS WERE RELEASED AND SHE WAS BEING DRAGGED ACROSS THE ROOM. HER CRIES AND 

SCREAMS COULD NOT BE UNDERSTOOD. I WATCHED AS SHE WAS THROWN ONTO A WOODEN TABLE 

AND QUICKLY STRAPPED INTO PLACE. HER ARMS AND LEGS WERE PULLED TO THE ENDS AND 

THICK STRAPS WERE ATTACHED. ANOTHER STRAP WAS BROUGHT ACROSS HER CHEST JUST 

UNDER HER BREASTS. SATISFIED THE GUARDS STEPPED BACK. THE CAMERA CAME INTO FOCUS 

ON THE WARDEN. AS I KEPT WATCHING I FELT MY HEART POUNDING IN MY CHEST. IS THIS 

WHAT COULD HAPPEN TO ME I KEPT ASKING MYSELF. IS THIS FOR REAL. MAYBE ITS SOME 

KIND OF ACT FOR MY BENEFIT. MY ATTENTION WENT BACK TO THE SCREEN. THE WARDEN HAD 

REMOVED HER OWN JACKET AND WAS NOW REMOVING HER BLOUSE. THERE SHE STOOD IN A 

LONG BLACK BRA AND SKIRT. SHE WAS INDEED MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN I HAD FIRST 

THOUGHT. SHE WAS A LARGE WOMAN IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. HER MASSIVE BREASTS 

SWELLED OVER THE TOP OF HER BRA. THIS IMAGE MADE ME TOTALLY SHUDDER. THE IDEA OF 

THE WOMAN HAVING TOTAL CONTROL OF ME FOR 5 YEARS. WHAT WOULD SHE MAKE ME DO AND 

WHAT COULD SHE DO TO ME.

     THE CAMERA AGAIN FOCUSED ON THE POOR BOUND WOMAN. SHE STRUGGLED AS MUCH AS 

THE STRAPS ALLOWED. THERE WERE TEARS NOW VISIBLE ON HER FACE. AS I WATCHED A 

TRAY WAS WHEELED OVER TO THE TABLE BY ONE OF THE GUARDS, THE SPANISH WOMAN AGAIN 

BEGAN TO SPEAK. "PLEASE DON'T DO MY TITS AGAIN, DO SOMETHING ELSE, BEAT ME 

INSTEAD, PUT THE WATER IN ME, USE THE NEEDLES ON ME, LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY 

TITS ALREADY". THE WARDEN JUST SMILED AT HER AND SAID "THEY DID NOTHING COMPARED 

TO WHAT I WILL DO BITCH. YOU WILL LEARN TO OBEY ME AND MY GUARDS". SHE THEN

PICKED UP WHAT LOOKED LIKE A PIECE OF RUBBER GARDEN HOSE AND SHOWED IT TO THE 

HELPLESS WOMAN. THE RESPONSE WAS ONE OF COMPLETE PANIC. I WATCHED AS SHE 

THRASHED AROUND AND TRIED TO TARE FREE OF THE STRAPS WHICH HELD HER. THE WARDEN 

BROUGHT THE HOSE UP OVER HER HEAD AND IN A SWIFT MOTION SWUNG IT DOWNWARDS 

CRASHING INTO THE VICTIMS BREASTS. THIS WAS REPEATED A NUMBER OF TIME BRINGING 

ALMOST INHUMAN CRIES OF AGONY. NO PART OF HER BREASTS WERE SPARED THE TOPS, 

BOTTOMS, SIDES AND EVEN THE NIPPLES RECEIVED THE WHIPPING. FINALLY THE WARDEN 

PUT THE HOSE DOWN. THE CAMERA SHOWED A VERY CLEAR PICTURE OF THIS TORTURE. BOTH 

BREASTS SEEMED TO SWELL BEFORE MY EYES AND TURN AN ANGRY DARK BLUE COLOR. I 

HEARD THE WOMAN GASPING FOR BREATH AS I WATCHED HER WHOLE CHEST HEAVING IN THE 

TIGHT BONDS. AFTER A TIME THE BOUND WOMAN STOPPED SCREAMING AND SAID THROUGH HER 

TEARS "YOU DYKE CUNT, SOMEDAY I'LL KILL YOU". THIS ONLY BROUGHT MORE LAUGHTER.

FINALLY THE WARDEN LOOKED DOWN AT HER AND SAID "I SEE YOU HAVEN'T LEARNED YOUR 

LESSON YET". SHE TURNED TO 1 OF THE GUARDS AND SAID

"BRING ME THE LONG NEEDLES, I'LL TEACH HER TO THREATEN ME".                       

    I COULD NOT WATCH ANYMORE. THE TAPE HAD SERVED ITS PURPOSE. ANYTHING WOULD 

BE BETTER THAN SPENDING 5 YEARS IN THIS HELLHOLE, OR SO I THOUGHT AT THAT TIME. 

IT WAS CLEAR THE WINSTONS HAD ME JUST WHERE THEY WANTED ME. THEY KNEW AFTER 

SEEING THE CONTENTS OF THE ENVELOPE I WOULD SUBMIT TO THEIR DEMANDS.

     I REMAINED IN THE BED AND REMEMBERED HOW I WENT TO WORK THE FOLLOWING DAY. 

AFTER TRYING IN VAIN TO GET ON WITH MY JOB THE INTERCOM ON MY DESK RANG, IT WAS 

MR. WINSTON. I RECALLED HOW IN A PERFECTLY NORMAL TONE OF VOICE HE SUMMONED ME 

TO HIS OFFICE. I WAS ASKED IF I HAD STUDIED THE CONTENTS OF THE ENVELOPE. WITH 

MY EYES TO THE FLOOR I REPLIED I HAD. HE THEN ASKED IF I HAD COME TO A DECISION.

I RECALLED HOW I COULD NOT LOOK UP AT HIM AND THE WAY I STOOD SHUFFLING MY FEET. 

IT TOOK A LONG TIME FOR THE WORDS TO REACH MY LIPS. ALL I COULD SAY WAS "YOU 

WIN". HE SARCASTICALLY TOLD ME HE THOUGHT I WOULD SEE IT THEIR WAY AND WOULD NOW 

CALL HIS WIFE. HE THEN INSTRUCTED ME TO GET BACK TO WORK AND NOT LEAVE AT 5 

O'CLOCK, BUT TO COME TO HIS OFFICE TO GO OVER THE ARRANGEMENTS OF OUR DEAL AS HE 

PUT IT.

     IN THE DAYS FOLLOWING THAT FIRST MEETING THERE WERE SEVERAL OTHERS. I WAS 

MADE TO SIGN A COMPLETE CONFESSION AND EVEN HAD TO SIGN A CONTRACT STATING I WAS 

WILLING TO BECOME THEIR SLAVE FOR A PERIOD OF 1 YEAR. MRS. WINSTON WAS PRESENT 

AT ALL THE MEETINGS. MANY TIMES I WOULD CATCH HER LOOKING AT ME IN VERY STRANGE 

WAYS. THIS ALWAYS SENT A SHIVER DOWN MY SPINE. SHE WOULD LOOK AT ME AS IF TO 

UNDRESS ME WITH HER EYES. SEVERAL TIMES SHE WOULD LOOK DIRECTLY AT ME AND 

COMMENT HOW SHE COULD NOT WAIT TO GET HER HANDS ON ME. HOW SHE WOULD MAKE ME 

BEG. HOW SHE WOULD MAKE ME SCREAM.

     THE PHONE STARTLED ME BACK TO THE PRESENT. IT WAS JOHN. NO ONE ELSE EVER 

CALLED ON THIS LINE. I WOULD HAVE TO THINK FAST. "HI HON, HOW DO YOU FEEL, 

THAT'S GOOD, YOUR DOWNSTAIRS WATCHING THE GAME, NO NOTHINGS WRONG". HE WAS 

BECOMING SUSPICIOUS. I WOULD HAVE TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING FAST. OFFENSE IS 

ALWAYS THE BEST DEFENSE. I CALCULATED MY NEXT COMMENT CAREFULLY. "OH YOU CAN 

TALK NOW, ISN'T YOUR WIFE HOME". I KNEW FROM PAST EXPERIENCE THIS WOULD BEGIN AN 

ARGUMENT. "I KNOW I SAID WE COULD TALK LATER, BUT I DECIDED TO GO OUT FOR 

AWHILE". AT THIS POINT I KNEW HE WAS GETTING PISSED OFF. AFTER A FEW MORE

WORDS BACK AND FORTH HE HUNG UP ON ME AS USUAL. HE MUST THINK I AM A REAL BITCH, 

IF HE ONLY KNEW THE REAL REASON.

     TIME WAS STANDING STILL. I WISHED I WAS ABLE TO TELL JOHN THE TROUBLE I WAS 

IN BUT KNEW I COULD NOT. I PRAYED HE NEVER FIND OUT. IT WAS BECOMING 

INCREASINGLY DIFFICULT TO COME UP WITH VALID EXCUSES. MY TIME WAS GROWING 

SCARCE. THE WINSTONS WERE FINDING LITTLE TASKS FOR ME, AND I NEEDED TIME TO 

RECUPERATE FROM MY ORDEALS. SO FAR THE PHYSICAL HEALING WAS A LITTLE EASIER THAN 

THE MENTAL HEALING. I WAS ABLE TO BLAME A LOT ON JOB PRESSURES. I COMPLAINED OF 

BEING TIRED AND NOT FEELING WELL. I USED EVERY EXCUSE I COULD THINK OF. BAD 

STOMACH, HEADACHES, BAD PERIODS, FATIGUE, BOREDOM, ALONE TOO MUCH, EXECUTIVE

BURN OUT, I USED THEM ALL. I WAS NOT PROUD OF MYSELF FOR WHAT I WAS DOING BUT IT 

WAS BETTER THAN THE TRUTH.

     I GOT A FRESH CUP OF TEA AND WENT BACK INTO THE BEDROOM. AGAIN I TRIED TO 

CLOSE MY EYES AND GET SOME REST BUT THE THOUGHTS KEPT COMING BACK. MY THOUGHTS 

DRIFTED TO THE DAY MRS. WINSTON CAME INTO THE OFFICE ACCOMPANIED BY HER MAID 

GOLDIE. THIS WAS NOT AT ALL UNUSUAL AND AT FIRST I DID NOT GIVE IT A SECOND 

THOUGHT. I TRIED TO KEEP THE ARRIVAL AS NORMAL AS POSSIBLE FOR THE SAKE OF ALL 

THE OTHERS IN THE OFFICE. AS I GREETED THEM BOTH I IMMEDIATELY NOTICED THE 

DIFFERENCE IN GOLDIE. I HAD SEEN AND SPOKE TO HER MANY TIMES DURING THE YEARS I

WORKED FOR MR. WINSTON. SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN VERY WARM AND FRIENDLY AND I EVEN 

THOUGHT OF HER AS SOMEWHAT OF A FRIEND. BUT NOW SHE WAS DIFFERENT. SHE ALWAYS 

REMINDED ME A LITTLE OF OPRAH, BIG AND JOLLY, WARM FRIENDLY SMILE. NOW SHE JUST 

GAVE ME A COLD, KNOWING STARE. AS I GLANCED UP AT HER I CAUGHT THAT FAMILIAR 

LOOK, SHE SEEMED TO BE UNDRESSING ME WITH HER EYES. COULD SHE BE PART OF THIS 

TOO, I WOULD SOON FIND OUT. I CALLED MR. WINSTON ON THE INTERCOM AND ANNOUNCED 

HIS WIFES ARRIVAL. HE TOLD ME TO LET HER IN AND ALSO COME IN MYSELF.

GOLDIE FOLLOWED.

     ONCE IN HIS OFFICE AND AWAY FROM THE REST OF THE STAFF THEIR ATTITUDE 

CHANGED. AGAIN I WAS ONLY THEIR SLAVE. MRS. WINSTON WAS BRIEF AND TO THE POINT. 

I WAS TOLD THAT AFTER WORK I WAS TO GO WITH HER AND GOLDIE FOR MY FIRST 

PHYSICAL. MRS. WINSTON TOLD ME SHE HAD MADE AN APPOINTMENT WITH HER GYNOCOLIGIST 

FOR MY FIRST EXAM. I WENT INTO A STATE OF SHOCK. WAS THE TIME FOR THE SO CALLED 

PARTIES HERE. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY OR DO. THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO 

MIND WAS TO TELL MRS. WINSTON THAT I HAD MY OWN DR. AND WOULD BE MORE

COMFORTABLE WITH HIM. I SAID I WOULD GO TO HIM AND GIVE HER A FULL REPORT ON 

ANYTHING SHE WANTED. I WAS REMINDED OF SOME OBSCURE PARAGRAPH IN THE CONTRACT I 

HAD SIGNED. SUBMIT TO PHYSICAL TESTING AT A DR. OF THE WINSTONS CHOICE. THEY HAD 

ME MORE THAN I REALIZED. I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO OBEY. AFTER THINKING A SECOND 

THE ONLY REPLY I HAD WAS "YES MAM". MY REPLY BROUGHT AN INSTANT SMILE TO BOTH 

MR. AND MRS. WINSTON. SHE LOOKED AT ME WITH THAT LOOK I WAS BECOMING MORE 

FAMILIAR WITH AND SAID "GOOD BITCH, YOUR LEARNING, NOW GO WITH GOLDIE AND SHE

WILL HELP YOU GET READY. OH, AND ONE MORE THING, DO WHATEVER SHE TELLS YOU TO, 

YOU ARE HER SLAVE AS WELL AS OURS". HER WORDS RIPPED THROUGH ME LIKE A HOT 

KNIFE. I WAS MORTIFIED. GOLDIES SLAVE TOO. I PROTESTED LOUDLY. "I DID NOT AGREE 

TO ANY SUCH THING". AS IF READY FOR ME MR. WINSTON TOOK A COPY OF MY CONTRACT 

FROM A LOCKED FILE. HE QUICKLY READ A CLAUSE THAT STATED, I COULD BE GIVEN TO 

ANYONE AT THEIR DIRECTION TO BE USED AS A SLAVE IN ANY WAY THEY SAW FIT. AFTER

HE READ IT HE HANDED IT TO ME AND POINTED TO THE CLAUSE AND MY SIGNATURE. THEY 

HAD ME AGAIN. HERE I WAS NOT ONLY THE PLAYTHING OF THE WINSTONS AND WHOM EVER 

ELSE, BUT ALSO GOLDIE, A BLACK MAID. AS I FOLLOWED GOLDIE THROUGH THE LARGE 

OFFICE COMPLEX TO THE LADIES ROOM MY PLIGHT BECAME MORE BIZARRE.

     AS WE ENTERED THE ROOM I WAS ABOUT TO REMIND GOLDIE OF OUR LONG FRIENDSHIP 

AND INQUIRE HOW SHE WAS INVOLVED. BEFORE I COULD SPEAK A SYLLABLE SHE TURNED AND 

SAID "STRIP BITCH". THE USUALLY SOFT GENTLE VOICE HAD TURNED HARD AND 

COMMANDING. I BECAME INSTANTLY FEARFUL OF THIS LARGE BLACK WOMAN. SHE REMINDED 

ME OF THE 2 BLACK GUARDS IN THE PRISON FILM I HAD BEEN GIVEN. FROM THE LOOK ON 

HER FACE I KNEW THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO BUT OBEY. SHE HAD THE SAME LOOK AS THE 

GUARDS WHO HAD BEEN TORTURING THE POOR SPANISH GIRL.

     AS I FUMBLED WITH THE BUTTONS OF MY DRESS I NOTICED FOR THE FIRST TIME THAT 

GOLDIE HAD BEEN CARRYING A LARGE ATTACHE CASE. THIS WAS PUT ON A SINK AND I WAS 

TOLD TO SPEED IT UP. AS I REMOVED THE DRESS AND STOOD IN BRA, PANTYHOSE AND 

HEELS A VERY STRANGE FEELING CAME OVER ME. A FEELING OF TOTAL EMBARRASSMENT. I 

HAD BEEN NUDE IN FRONT OF WOMEN BEFORE IN DRESSING ROOMS AND SUCH BUT THIS WAS

DIFFERENT. I HAD NEVER BEEN ORDERED. I HAD NEVER BEEN OWNED. GOLDIE STUDIED ME 

FOR A MINUTE AND LOUDLY SAID "EVERYTHING BITCH, TAKE IT ALL OFF". WAS THIS TO BE 

MY NEW NAME. THEY SEEMED TO USE IT VERY FREELY. I WOULD LATER LEARN IT WAS 

BETTER THAN MOST OF THE NAMES I WAS CALLED.

     AFRAID TO DO ANYTHING ELSE, I UNHOOKED MY BRA, PUT IT ON THE SINK WITH MY 

DRESS AND TOOK OFF THE HEELS AND PANTYHOSE. TOTALLY EMBARRASSED I TRIED COVERING 

MY NUDITY WITH MY ARMS. I WAS QUICKLY ORDERED TO PUT MY ARMS AT MY SIDES, STAND 

STRAIGHT AND FACE FORWARD. I FELT THE FLUSH OF HUMILIATION COVER ME FROM HEAD TO 

TOE. I WAS NOW ON DISPLAY LIKE NEVER BEFORE. GOLDIE DEVOURED MY NUDITY WITH HER

EYES. HER GAZE COVERED EVERY DETAIL OF MY BODY. TO MAKE SURE NOTHING  WAS 

OVERLOOKED SHE WALKED AROUND ME SEVERAL TIMES. TIME STOOD STILL. HERE I STOOD, 

COMPLETELY NAKED IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM WITH THE WINSTONS MAID SURVEYING ME. I 

BURST INTO TEARS AND TRIED TO GRAB MY DRESS. THIS BROUGHT AN INSTANT REACTION 

FROM THE BLACK MAID. BEFORE I WAS ABLE TO GET MY HAND ON THE DRESS SHE WAS 

BEHIND ME WITH HER ARM AROUND MY NECK. I NOW REALIZED HOW STRONG AND AGILE SHE 

WAS FOR A BIG WOMAN. THE MORE I STRUGGLED THE TIGHTER HER GRIP ON ME BECAME. 

AGAIN I KNEW I WAS BEATEN. I STOPPED STRUGGLING AND SHE RELAXED HER HOLD ON ME. 

SHE CAME IN FRONT OF ME, PUT HER FACE ONLY INCHES FROM MINE AND SAID "YOU STUPID 

WHITE CUNT, YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN I'LL BEAT YOU TILL YOU BLEED". I STOOD THERE 

LOOKING DOWN AT THE FLOOR KNOWING I WAS DOOMED. SHE MUST HAVE SENSED THE FACT MY 

SPIRIT WAS BROKEN AND BEGAN TO TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE. SHE CONTINUED HER APPRAISAL 

OF ME. I WAS TOLD TO TURN, LIFT MY ARMS OVER MY HEAD, BEND OVER, EVEN SPREAD MY 

LEGS. I DID AS I WAS TOLD. THIS GAVE HER GREATER CONFIDENCE. SHE REACHED OUT AND 

GRABBED ONE OF MY BREASTS ROUGHLY FEELING ITS SIZE AND WEIGHT. HER FINGERS MOVED 

TO THE NIPPLE AND I FELT A STABBING PAIN AS SHE SQUEEZED IT IN HER STRONG 

FINGERS. WITHOUT RELEASING HER GRIP THE OTHER HAND MOVED BETWEEN MY LEGS. AS SHE 

CONTINUED TO PINCH AND PROBE I BEGAN TO SOB. MY REACTION MADE HER ANGRY. I WAS 

TOLD TO STOP CRYING OR I WOULD BE GIVEN SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT. AFRAID TO GET

HER EVEN MORE ANGRY I TRIED TO STIFLE THE SOBBING.

    EVEN NOW AS I SIPPED ON THE TEA THE EVENTS OF THAT DAY RACED THROUGH MY 

BRAIN. GOLDIE HAD GIVEN ME MY FIRST TASTE OF TORTURE, MENTAL TORTURE. I REMEMBER 

HOW SHE ASKED ME IF JUST WHAT SHE WAS DOING MADE ME CRY, WHAT WOULD I DO WHEN 

THE REAL PAIN BEGINS. I STARED BACK IN SILENCE BUT SHE COULD SEE THE PANIC IN MY 

EYES. SHE DECIDED TO MAKE THE MOST OF IT. I RECALL SOME OF HER WORDS EVEN NOW.

"IT DON'T TAKE MUCH TO MAKE YOU CRY. WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY WHIP THOSE TITS 

AND THAT BLONDE CUNT. WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY STICK NEEDLES IN THAT SWEET 

WHITE ASS. HOW YOU GONNA ACT WHEN THEY FILL YOU UP WITH A BIG HOT ENEMA. YOU 

GONNA CRY WHEN I MAKE YOU EAT MY BIG BLACK PUSSY". SHE WENT ON AND ON. EVEN NOW 

AFTER SO MANY THINGS HAVE BEEN DONE TO ME THAT FIRST DAY OF MY CAPTIVITY STAYS 

FRESH IN MY MIND.

     MY THOUGHTS STRAYED BACK TO THE LADIES ROOM. AFTER THE FONDLING AND VERBAL 

ABUSE, GOLDIE DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO GET READY FOR THE DRS. VISIT. SHE OPENED 

THE CASE SHE HAD BEEN CARRYING AND TOOK OUT A BOTTLE OF MASSENGILL DOUCHE AND 

THREE FLEET ENEMAS. SHE HANDED THEM TO ME AND TOLD ME TO GO INTO A STALL AND 

CLEAN MYSELF OUT. BY NOW I KNEW BETTER THAN TO REFUSE SO I JUST TOOK THE 

PACKAGES FROM HER AND PROCEEDED INTO A STALL. BY REFLEX I TURNED TO LATCH THE 

DOOR BUT FOUND HER STANDING IN THE WAY. THIS WAS THE FIRST OF MANY INDIGNITIES

I WAS TO SUFFER. SHE WAS GOING TO WATCH AS I DID WHAT IS MOSTLY DONE IN PRIVATE. 

AS I SQUATTED OVER THE BOWL WITH THE DOUCHE I REALIZED WHAT ELSE SHE HAD GIVEN 

ME. WHY DID I NEED AN ENEMA TO SEE A GYNOCOLOGIST. I ASKED THE QUESTION BUT DID 

NOT GET A REPLY. SHE DID ALTHOUGH TAKE GREAT PLEASURE IN TELLING ME HOW THIS 

EXAMINATION WAS GOING TO BE MUCH DIFFERENT THAN ANY I HAD IN THE PAST. WAS THAT 

EVER AN UNDERSTATEMENT. TOTALLY EMBARRASSED I FINISHED THE TASK I WAS GIVEN. 

NEXT I WAS HANDED SOME MAKE UP, A BRUSH AND HAIR SPRAY AND TOLD TO MAKE MYSELF 

PRESENTABLE. WHEN I WAS DONE FIXING MYSELF, WITHOUT BEING TOLD I AUTOMATICALLY 

REACHED FOR MY CLOTHES. AS BEFORE MY HAND WAS SLAPPED AWAY. GOLDIE AGAIN REACHED 

INTO THE CASE AND TOOK OUT A NEATLY FOLDED STACK OF UNDERWEAR. SHE GAVE IT TO ME 

AND TOLD ME TO PUT IT ON. THE TOP PIECE WAS A BLACK PADDED PUSH UP BRA. I ASKED

WHY THIS WAS NECESSARY AND TOLD MRS. WINSTON WANTS YOU TO WEAR IT. THE NEXT 

ARTICLE WAS A BLACK WAIST CINCHER. AS I PICKED IT UP I COULD FEEL HOW HEAVY IT 

WAS. IT WAS THE OLD TYPE WITH METAL RODS IN IT. NEXT WERE A PAIR OF OFF BLACK 

STOCKINGS AND A PAIR OF BLACK PUMPS WITH 5 INCH HEELS. I WAS PUZZLED, WHY THESE 

CLOTHES TO SEE A DR. AGAIN I ASKED AND WAS GIVEN THE SAME ANSWER, BECAUSE MRS. 

WINSTON  WANTS IT THAT WAY.

     I REMEMBER TRYING TO PUT THE CINCHER ON ONLY TO FIND IT TO SMALL. I HAVE A 

SMALL WAIST BUT WAS UNABLE TO GET THE HOOKS EVEN CLOSE. GOLDIE WAS ONLY TOO 

HAPPY TO HELP AND BY THE TIME IT WAS IN PLACE ME RIBS FELT LIKE THEY WERE BEING 

CRUSHED. I WAS FORCED TO STAND PERFECTLY STRAIGHT AND TAKE VERY SHORT, SMALL 

BREATHS. GLANCING IN THE MIRROR I SAW HOW THIS GARMENT MADE MY WAIST MUCH 

SMALLER AND MY HIPS AND BUST SEEM EVEN LARGER. I NEEDED HELP WITH THE BRA ALSO,

AGAIN IT WAS TOO SMALL. MY BREASTS ARE A 34-D BUT LOOKED TWICE AS LARGE IN THIS 

BRA. THEY BULGED OVER THE CUPS AND STOOD HIGH ON MY CHEST. BREATHING WAS GETTING 

MORE DIFFICULT. NEXT CAME THE STOCKINGS AND SHOES. THE CINCHER MADE IT 

IMPOSSIBLE TO BEND TO GET THE GARTERS ATTACHED SO AGAIN IT REQUIRED GOLDIES 

ASSISTANCE. SHE TOOK HER TURN WITH ME AGAIN. WHILE SHE HAD HELPED WITH THE BRA 

SHE MANAGED TO PINCH AND SQUEEZE MY BREASTS. NOW HER FINGERS WERE FEELING THEIR 

WAY INTO ME, BUT I WAS AFRAID TO SAY OR DO ANYTHING.

     AGAIN I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND THE IMAGE WAS BIZARRE AT BEST. I WAS NOT 

DRESSED FOR A TRIP TO THE DR. BUT MORE FOR A NIGHT OF LOVEMAKING. WHY HAD THEY 

MADE ME DRESS IN THIS MANNER. I COULD NOT HELP BUT THINK WHAT KIND OF DR.. CAN 

THIS BE. I FOUND OUT SOON ENOUGH. I WAS ALLOWED TO PUT MY DRESS BACK ON AND WE 

LEFT THE LADIES ROOM. MRS. WINSTON WAS WAITING AT THE ELEVATOR AND ASKED GOLDIE 

IF EVERYTHING WAS ALL RIGHT. THE MAID ASSURED HER ALL WAS AS IT SHOULD BE AS THE 

DOORS OPENED. I REMEMBERED THE RIDE IN THE LIMO. NO ONE SAID A WORD. I WAS 

HAVING TROUBLE SITTING DUE TO THE STRANGE LINGERIE I WAS FORCED TO WEAR. 

BREATHING WAS BECOMING INCREASINGLY DIFFICULT. IN A SHORT TIME WE ARRIVED AT AN 

UPPER EAST SIDE BROWNSTONE. THE SHINGLE READ DR. V. KIM M.D. I WAS EXTREMELY 

NERVOUS AND THE THOUGHT OF A LITTLE ORIENTAL MAN DOING THE MOST INTIMATE 

EXAMINATION OF MY BODY DID LITTLE TO HELP ME RELAX. THE EVENTS THAT FOLLOWED 

MAKE ME SHUDDER EVEN NOW.

     MRS. WINSTON TOLD THE DRIVER TO WAIT AND THAT WE WOULD BE APPROXIMATELY 3 

HOURS. WHY SO LONG I REMEMBER THINKING. THE THREE OF US WALKED UP TO THE DOOR 

AND GOLDIE RANG THE BUZZER. I RECALL LOOKING AROUND AS IF HOPING FOR RESCUE. A 

SMALL ORIENTAL WOMAN ANSWERED THE DOOR AND MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS SHE MUST BE THE 

NURSE. HER AND MRS. WINSTON EXCHANGED GREETINGS AND WE ENTERED. THE OFFICE WAS 

MUCH THE SAME AS ANY OTHER SUCCESSFUL MANHATTEN DR. THE ORIENTAL WOMAN ASKED

MRS. WINSTON IF SHE COULD GET HER ANY REFRESHMENT. THE REPLY SHOCKED AND SENT 

WAVES OF FEAR THROUGH ME. MRS. WINSTON SAID "NO DR. KIM I WOULD PREFER TO GET 

STARTED, WE HAVE A LOT TO DO". THIS COULD NOT BE THE DR. I HAD NEVER BEEN TO A 

FEMALE DR. OF ANY KIND IN MY LIFE. THE VERY THOUGHT OF BEING TOUCHED AND 

EXAMINED BY ANOTHER FEMALE MADE ME TURN TOWARD THE DOOR AND TRY TO GET OUT. AS I 

HAD LEARNED EARLIER GOLDIE WAS VERY FAST AND GRABBED ME BEFORE I TOOK MORE THAN 

THREE STEPS. AS I STRUGGLED AND BEGGED MRS. WINSTON TO PLEASE LET ME LEAVE, I 

HEARD THE DR. TELL GOLDIE TO BRING ME TO THE SPECIAL ROOM IN THE BASEMENT. SHE 

ADDED ALL WAS READY AND WE WOULD NOT BE DISTURBED. MY ARM WAS TWISTED BEHIND MY 

BACK AND I WAS FORCED DOWN A STAIRCASE INTO THE BASEMENT. MY PROTESTS BECAME 

LOUDER AND FINALLY I WAS YELLING FOR HELP. AS IF I WAS NOT EVEN THERE I HEARD 

THE DR. TELL MRS. WINSTON THAT I COULD SCREAM AS MUCH AS I WANTED, EVERYTHING 

WAS OF COURSE SOUND PROOF.

     THE VIVID MEMORIES DID LITTLE TO CALM MY NERVES. I SIPPED MORE TEA AND LIT 

ANOTHER CIGARETTE. I TRIED TO FOCUS ON THE T.V. ANYTHING NOT TO THINK MORE OF 

THAT DAY. BUT AS USUAL THE MEMORIES CAME CRASHING BACK. I RECALLED HOW GOLDIE 

PUSHED ME TOWARD A METAL DOOR. THE DR. HAD THE KEY READY AND PUSHED IT OPEN. 

INSIDE WAS WHAT APPEARED TO BE A NORMAL EXAMINATION ROOM, THE SIGHT OF WHICH 

CALMED ME MOMENTARILY. THE FOUR OF US ENTERED AND I REMEMBER THE DOOR BEING

LOCKED BEHIND US. NOW I WAS TOTALLY AT THEIR MERCY. GOLDIE RELEASED ME AND I 

BEGAN TO LOOK AROUND. EVERYTHING SEEMED TO BE IN ORDER UNTIL I LOOKED AT THE 

EXAMINING TABLE. THERE WERE RESTRAINING STRAPS ALL OVER IT. EVEN THE STIRRUPS 

HAD STRAPS ATTACHED TO THEM. AGAIN I BEGAN TO SCREAM AND BEG. THE THREE OTHER 

WOMEN JUST WATCHED IN AMUSEMENT. AFTER A TIME I REALIZED MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS WERE 

IN VAIN AND I STARTED TO QUIET DOWN. IT WAS THEN THAT MRS. WINSTON BEGAN TO 

SPEAK.

     I WAS TOLD THAT NO MORE OUTBURSTS WOULD BE TOLERATED AND IF I PROTESTED IN 

ANY WAY I WOULD BE IMMEDIATELY PUNISHED. MRS. WINSTON OPENED HER BAG AND TOOK 

OUT WHAT LOOKED LIKE A FLASHLIGHT. SHE ASKED ME IF I KNEW WHAT IT WAS AND I SAID 

NO. SHE TOLD ME IT WAS CALLED A CATTLE PROD AND IT WAS USED TO HELP HANDLE 

CATTLE, HORSES, AND OTHER LARGE ANIMALS. SHE EXPLAINED HOW IT SENT A HIGH 

VOLTAGE ELECTRICAL SHOCK INTO WHATEVER IT TOUCHED, AND IF I DID NOT FOLLOW HER

INSTRUCTIONS TO THE LETTER IT WOULD TOUCH ME. AS SHE SAID THE LAST WORD OF THE 

SENTENCE SHE PLACED IT AGAINST MY THIGH. THE ROOM EXPLODED, I LOST ALL MY 

SENSES, I COULD NOT HEAR NOR SEE. MY BREATHE WAS PULLED FROM MY LUNGS. EVERY 

NERVE IN MY BODY SCREAMED IN PAIN. I FELL TO THE FLOOR LIKE A HOUSE OF CARDS, 

CONVULSING IN AGONY. IT TOOK SEVERAL MINUTES FOR ME TO RETURN TO NORMAL. GOLDIE 

HELPED ME TO MY FEET. MRS. WINSTON LOOKED AT ME WITH HER ICY STARE AND TOLD ME 

THAT WAS A SMALL SAMPLE OF WHAT I WOULD GET IF I DISOBEYED IN ANY WAY. SHE

HAD ME IN HER COMPLETE CONTROL. I NEVER WANTED TO FEEL THAT CATTLE PROD AGAIN. 

SHE ASKED ME IF I UNDERSTOOD AND WAS READY TO COOPERATE. I REMEMBER PUTTING MY 

HEAD DOWN AND SAYING YES MAM.

     I WAS NEXT MADE TO STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM AS MRS. WINSTON MADE 

HERSELF COMFORTABLE IN A LARGE CHAIR AND TOLD THE DR. TO BEGIN. I WAS REMINDED 

TO FOLLOW THE DRS. ORDERS OR FACE MORE PUNISHMENT. I WAS THEN TOLD BY THE DR. TO 

REMOVE MY DRESS. I KNEW BETTER THAN TRY AND ARGUE. QUICKLY I UNDID THE DRESS AND 

LET IT FALL TO THE FLOOR. THERE I STOOD ON DISPLAY AGAIN, A SPECTACLE FOR THE

THREE WOMAN TO BEHOLD. THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME MRS. WINSTON HAD SEEN ME WITHOUT 

ALL OF MY CLOTHES ON. SHE LEANED FORWARD IN HER CHAIR AS IF TO GET A BETTER 

LOOK. AT THE SAME TIME THE DR. WAS VISIBLY LICKING HER LIPS. MRS. WINSTON WAS 

THE FIRST TO SPEAK. "I CAN'T BELIEVE MY GOOD FORTUNE, SHE IS MAGNIFICENT". FOR 

THE SECOND TIME TODAY I WAS MADE TO TURN, RAISE MY ARMS, BEND FORWARD, SPREAD MY 

LEGS. ALL OF A SUDDEN I REALIZED I WAS NOT WEARING PANTIES. NOW I UNDERSTOOD THE

INGENIOUS DESIGN OF THE CINCHER. ALTHOUGH THE GARTERS WENT DOWN THE SIDES OF MY 

LEGS THE FRONT AND BACK OF THE GARMENT WERE CUT HIGH TO FULLY EXPOSE MY PUSSY 

AND ASS. NOT ONLY COULD THEY HAVE A PERFECT VIEW BUT THE DR. WOULD HAVE ACCESS 

WITHOUT REMOVING THE CINCHER. THE BLACK UNDERWEAR WAS A CONTRAST TO MY MILKY 

WHITE SKIN AND BLONDE HAIR. THE SIGHT OF ME IN THE PROVOCATIVE LINGERIE SEEMED 

TO INFLAME THE WOMEN. I WAS TOLD TO WALK AROUND THE ROOM WHILE THEY DID A

THOROUGH APPRAISAL OF MY BODY. THIS SEEMED VERY STRANGE COMING FROM  OTHER 

WOMEN.  THE NEXT ORDERS I RECEIVED BROUGHT EVEN MORE SHAME. I WAS TOLD TO BEND 

OVER AND SPREAD MY ASS CHEEKS. WHEN I HESITATED I WAS QUICKLY SHOWN THE DREADED 

CATTLE PROD. I INSTANTLY PUT MY HANDS BEHIND ME AND BENT OVER. THE THREE WOMAN 

DISCUSSED THAT PART OF MY ANATOMY. THE DR. WAS REMINDED TO MAKE SURE TO CHECK 

WELL AS I WOULD BE USED ANNALY VERY OFTEN. BEFORE I COULD GRASP WHAT THEY WERE 

SAYING I WAS TOLD TO STAND STRAIGHT, FACE FORWARD AND SPREAD MY PUSSY. I

COULD NOT BELIEVE MY SHAME BUT OBEYED THE ORDER. MRS. WINSTON MADE ME SPREAD MY 

LEGS SO WIDE IT FELT AS IF THE TENDONS IN MY THIGHS WOULD TEAR. NEXT I WAS 

ORDERED TO GRASP MY LOWER LIPS AND SPREAD THEM AS WIDE AS POSSIBLE. I WAS THEN 

TOLD TO INSERT A FINGER INSIDE MYSELF. AGAIN I OBEYED.. THE DEMANDS INCREASED. I 

WAS NOW TOLD TO FORCE 4 FINGERS INTO MYSELF. WHEN THEY WERE SATISFIED WITH THE 

ATTEMPT I WAS TOLD TO STOP AND STAND STRAIGHT. MY HUMILIATION WAS REACHING NEW

HEIGHTS. MRS. WINSTON WAS DISAPPOINTED AT THE FACT I WAS UNABLE TO INSERT 4 

FINGERS BUT THE DR. QUICKLY REASSURED HER SHE WOULD REMEDY THE PROBLEM.

     THE MEMORIES WERE GETTING ME MORE UPSET BUT I COULD NOT STOP THEM. I HAD TO 

GO TO THE BATHROOM AND WANTED MORE TEA ANYWAY. I CHECKED THE TIME, 3 O'CLOCK, 

THE LIMO WOULD BE HERE AT 6, I HAD A COUPLE OF HOURS TO TRY AND REST. I WENT 

BACK TO THE BEDROOM AND LAID DOWN AGAIN. MY MIND WENT RIGHT BACK TO THE DRS. 

OFFICE. I WAS NOW TOLD TO REMOVE THE BRA. AFTER FUMBLING WITH THE HOOK I TOLD 

THEM I COULD NOT GET IT OFF BECAUSE IT WAS TOO TIGHT. GOLDIE CAME UP BEHIND ME 

AND ALSO STRUGGLED TO GET IT OFF. AS IT OPENED MY BREASTS SPRANG FREE AND I WAS 

ABLE TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH. NOW THEY BEGAN TO COMMENT ABOUT MY BREASTS. MRS. 

WINSTON WAS PLEASED WITH THEIR SIZE AND SHAPE AND ALL THE POSSIBILITIES THEY 

PRESENTED FOR TIT TORTURE. "WHAT'S THAT". I ASKED IN A SHAKY VOICE AND WAS TOLD 

I WOULD FIND OUT VERY SOON. I DID NOT KNOW THEN HOW SOON. THE DR. CAME UP TO ME 

AND TOOK 1 OF MY NIPPLES IN HER FINGERS STUDYING IT CLOSELY. SHE SEEMED

DISAPPOINTED AND EXPLAINED TO MRS. WINSTON HOW THE SMALL SIZE OF THE NIPPLE 

MIGHT LIMIT CERTAIN ACTIVITIES. MRS. WINSTON GOT UP FROM HER CHAIR AND CAME FOR 

A CLOSER LOOK. I FELT LIKE SOME LABORATORY SPECIMEN. THE 2 WOMEN WERE INSPECTING 

MY NIPPLES. THE DR. SUGGESTED WAITING A FEW MINUTES UNTIL I WAS ON THE TABLE. I 

WAS FEELING THE PANIC WELL IN MY STOMACH. NEXT THE DR. PICKED UP A CHART AND 

STARTED TO WRITE. SHE THEN BEGAN A SERIES OF QUESTIONS. I WAS ASKED MY MEDICAL 

HISTORY, THE HISTORY OF MY FAMILY, MY PRESENT HEALTH, ANY PREGNANCIES, ANY 

ABORTIONS. HER QUESTIONS GOT WORSE. I WAS ASKED ABOUT BIRTH CONTROL, PREVIOUS 

SEXUAL ACTIVITIES, DRUG USE, MY MENSTRUAL CYCLE AND EVEN THE LAST TIME I HAD SEX 

OR MASTURBATED. BEFORE SHE PUT DOWN THE CHART I WAS ASKED IF I KNEW MY EXACT

MEASURMENTS AND AS I REPLIED SHE PUT DOWN THE INFORMATION. NEXT IN A ROUGH VOICE 

SHE ORDERED ME ONTO THE TABLE. I REMEMBER HOW I HESITATED HOPING FOR SOMETHING 

TO HAPPEN. I KNEW ONCE I WAS SECURED TO THE TABLE I WOULD BE TOTALLY AT THEIR 

MERCY. THE DR. WAS GETTING IMPATIENT AND AGAIN IN A VOICE THAT SCARED ME ORDERED 

ME ON THE TABLE. I WAS PETRIFIED. WHAT WOULD SHE DO ONCE I WAS SECURED. SOME OF

THE COMMENTS I HAD HEARD WERE RUNNING THROUGH ME. WAS THIS TO BE MY FIRST 

TORTURE SESSION. WHY WAS THIS ROOM HERE. WHY WAS IT SOUND PROOF. WAS THE DR. A 

HEALER OR A SADIST. APPARENTLY SHE HAD DONE THIS BEFORE. HOW MANY WOMEN CAME 

BEFORE ME, AND WHAT BECAME OF THEM.

     NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED TO PUT ALL THESE THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD I JUST 

COULD NOT. I CONSIDERED TAKING A VALIUM BUT WAS AFRAID OF THE REACTION LATER ON. 

THEY MIGHT BE UPSET IF I WAS NOT COMPLETELY ALERT. I DECIDED NOT TO DRINK ANY 

MORE TEA FOR FEAR I MIGHT HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM DURING THE PARTY AS IT WAS 

CALLED. I THOUGHT PARTIES WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FUN, I KNEW THERE WOULD BE NONE 

FOR ME THIS NIGHT. I CONTINUED TO SIT IN THE DIM ROOM AND LIT ANOTHER CIGARETTE.

NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED MY THOUGHTS WENT RIGHT BACK TO THAT FIRST MEETING 

WITH THE DR.

     I RECALLED HOW AFTER TELLING ME TO GET ON THE TABLE, AND ME BEING TOO 

AFRAID TO DO SO, THE DR. JUST REACHED FOR THE CATTLE PROD. IT MADE ME MOVE 

QUICKLY. I GOT UP ON THE TABLE AS FAST AS I COULD. I HAD STILL NOT FULLY 

RECOVERED FROM THE FIRST JOLT. NOW THE DR. SEEMED TO TAKE ON A DIFFERENT 

ATTITUDE. HER FACE TURNED CRUEL AND SHE HAD A STRANGE FIRE IN HER EYES AS SHE 

ADJUSTED MY BODY. MY LEGS WERE POSITIONED INTO THE STIRRUPS AND SECURED. GOLDIE 

HELPED BY SECURING MY ARMS TO STRAPS ON THE SIDE OF THE TABLE NEAR THE FLOOR. 

THIS POSITION PROVED PAINFUL ON MY SHOULDERS BUT SERVED TO MAKE MY BREASTS

VERY PROMINENT. NEXT STRAPS WERE BROUGHT OVER MY HIPS AND ACROSS MY RIB CAGE AND 

TIGHTENED. I TRIED TO MOVE BUT COULD NOT. I REMEMBER FEELING TOTALLY HELPLESS, 

BUT THEY WERE NOT DONE. THE DR. CAME UP TO THE TOP OF THE TABLE AND FASTENED 

ANOTHER STRAP ACROSS MY FOREHEAD. I WAS NOW COMPLETELY DEPRIVED OF ANY MOVEMENT 

AND TOTALLY OPEN AND VULNERABLE. THE ONLY FREEDOM I HAD WAS THAT OF SPEECH. 

THROUGH THE SOBS I BEGGED THEM TO STOP THIS AND NOT HURT ME. MY REPLY WAS

LAUGHTER FROM THE THREE WOMEN. MRS. WINSTON CAME UP NEXT TO ME AND TOLD ME ONE 

OF THE REASONS FOR ME BEING THERE WAS TO FEEL PAIN. SHE EXPLAINED HOW ASIDE FROM 

IT BEING NECESSARY TO CHECK MY PHYSICAL CONDITION, THEY WOULD TAKE THIS 

OPPORTUNITY TO INTRODUCE ME TO THEIR WORLD. THE WORLD OF SADISM DIRECTED AT A 

HELPLESS FEMALE. SHE CONTINUED BY SAYING HOW THE THREE OF THEM AND MANY OTHERS 

FOUND THE GREATEST PLEASURE IN HEARING THE SCREAMS AND WATCHING THE REACTIONS

OF THEIR VICTIMS. IT WAS NOW MY TURN TO GIVE THEM WHAT THEY DESIRED.

     THE MEMORY OF WHAT HAPPENED NEXT WILL STAY WITH ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. 

THEY ALL STOOD AROUND ME AND BEGAN TO UNDRESS. ALTHOUGH MY FIELD OF VISION WAS 

LIMITED I WATCHED AS THEY STRIPPED DOWN TO THEIR UNDERWEAR. THE SPECTACLE WAS 

INDEED BIZARRE. EVEN WHAT THEY WORE WAS UNUSUAL. MRS. WINSTON WAS WEARING ALMOST 

THE SAME THINGS I WAS. BLACK PUSH UP BRA, BLACK WAIST CINCHER WITH LONG GARTERS 

AND BLACK STOCKINGS. I REMEMBER THINKING THAT FOR AN OLDER WOMAN SHE STILL HAD A 

VERY GOOD BODY. THE DR. WAS DRESSED IN A BLACK HALF CUP CORSET THAT LEFT MOST OF 

HER SMALL BREASTS EXPOSED AND ENDED JUST BELOW HER WAIST. ATTACHED AT THE BOTTOM 

WERE LONG GARTERS WHICH FRAMED HER EXPOSED PUSSY WHICH WAS FREE OF ANY HAIR AS 

WAS MRS. WINSTONS. MY EYES WENT TO GOLDIE. THIS WAS THE MOST SHOCKING OF ALL.

SHE WAS WEARING A FLESH TONE GIRDLE WHICH WAS IN TOTAL CONTRAST TO HER EBONY 

SKIN. THE GIRDLE STARTED JUST BELOW HER MASSIVE BREASTS AND STOPPED AT THE TOP 

OF A HUGE PUBIC MOUND. IN A FAST GLANCE I WAS ABLE TO SEE HOW HEAVY AND WELL 

CONSTRUCTED THIS GARMENT WAS. I HAD NEVER SEEN A BLACK WOMAN NUDE BEFORE AND WAS 

SHOCKED BY HER BREASTS. THEY HAD TO BE AT LEAST A 48-D AND HUNG WELL OVER THE 

TOP OF THE GIRDLE. THE NIPPLES WERE JET BLACK AND THE SIZE OF SAUCERS. HER PUSSY 

WAS COVERED BY A THICK MASS OF LONG, CURLY BLACK HAIR. I REMEMBERED HOW AT THAT 

POINT I GAVE UP ALL HOPE. I WAS SURROUNDED BY THREE DEMONS, I HAD ENTERED HELL 

ITSELF. NOW THEY WERE READY, MY TIME TO SUFFER WAS AT HAND.

     EVEN NOW SAFE IN MY ROOM THE HOURS THAT FOLLOWED STILL BRING ON A COLD 

SWEAT. THE DR.. BEGAN AT MY MOUTH. SHE FORCED MY JAWS APART AND INSERTED A DEVISE 

THAT HELD THEM OPEN. SHE HAD A DENTISTS PICK AND CHECKED ALL MY TEETH. SHE WAS 

NOT GENTLE AND MADE THE EXAMINATION UNCOMFORTABLE BUT BEARABLE. THEN SHE OPENED 

THE CLAMP A LITTLE WIDER AND BEGAN TO EXAMINE MY THROAT WITH A TONGUE DEPRESSOR. 

IT WAS INSERTED DEEP AND I GAGGED. NEXT SHE INSERTED A VIBRATOR INTO MY  MOUTH 

WHICH WAS IN THE SHAPE OF A PENIS. IT MEASURED ABOUT 1 1/2 INCHES IN DIAMETER 

AND AT LEAST 8 INCHES IN LENGTH. IT WAS FORCED DEEPLY INTO MY THROAT. I 

IMMEDIATELY BEGAN TO CHOKE AND GAG. THE DR. KEPT MANEUVERING IT UNTIL I WAS SURE 

I WOULD PASS OUT. WITH MY HEAD SECURED AS IT WAS I COULD DO NOTHING TO FIGHT THE 

THRUSTS OF THE OBJECT. IT WAS WITHDRAWN JUST AS MY VISION TURNED BLACK. FROM

SOMEWHERE UNDER THE TABLE THE DR. PRODUCED AN OXYGEN MASK AND I WAS QUICKLY 

REVIVED. THE CLAMP WAS REMOVED AND SHE MADE AN ENTRY ON THE CHART. SHE INFORMED 

MRS. WINSTON  THAT I HAD VERY LARGE TONSILS AND COULD ONLY ACCEPT SMALL TUBING, 

BUT WOULD HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH ORAL SEX. I REMEMBERED TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT 

SHE MEANT BY TUBING, BUT MY THOUGHTS WERE INTERRUPTED. NEXT MY BLOOD PRESSURE 

WAS TAKEN AND PUTTING ON A STETHOSCOPE SHE CHECKED MY HEART RATE, MORE ENTRIES. 

SHE THEN MOVED TO MY BREASTS. HER FINGERS KNEADED THE SENSITIVE FLESH,

CHECKING FOR ANY LUMPS. THIS SHE DID IN SUCH A MANNER AS TO BRING TEARS TO MY 

EYES AND A MOAN TO MY LIPS. MRS. WINSTON CAME TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE TABLE 

TO GET A BETTER VIEW. AS THEY HAD DONE EARLIER THEY BEGAN TO DISCUSS THE BREASTS 

AS IF THEY WERE NOT PART OF A LIVING PERSON. THE DR. ASSURED MRS. WINSTON THAT 

ALTHOUGH THE NIPPLES WERE SMALL THEY WOULD TAKE A LOT OF ABUSE. THE DR. DIRECTED

MRS. WINSTON TO FEEL THE CONSISTENCY OF THE BREASTS. SHE DID, SQUEEZING EVEN 

HARDER THAN THE DR. HAD, CAUSING ME TO MOAN LOUDER. THEY PAID NO ATTENTION TO MY 

PROTESTS. THE DR. WENT ON TO EXPLAIN HOW THE NEEDLES COULD BE USED FREQUENTLY 

WITH NO PROBLEMS, EVEN INTO THE NIPPLES THEMSELVES. MRS. WINSTON THEM ASKED IF 

THE SYRINGES COULD ALSO BE USED. AFTER MORE PAINFUL MANIPULATION OF MY BREASTS 

THE DR. GAVE HER THE ANSWER. SHE SAID I WOULD BE ABLE TO TAKE ABOUT A PINT IN

EACH TIT, AND THEY WOULD EVEN BE ABLE TO USE THE OXYGEN ON ME. ALL I COULD DO 

WAS LAY THERE AND WONDER WHAT THE HELL THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT. THE DR. ALSO 

POINTED OUT THE EFFECTIVENESS OF THE RUBBER HOSES. BECAUSE I HAD LARGE BREASTS 

THEY COULD BE USED OFTEN WITH GOOD RESULTS. COULD THEY BE REFERRING TO THE 

TREATMENT I HAD SEEN DONE TO THE SPANISH WOMAN ON THE TAPE. I WAS NOW CRYING 

UNCONTROLLABLY. SHE WENT ON TO TELL THE OTHERS HOW THE COMPRESSION RINGS AND THE 

PRESS SHOULD BRING EXCELLENT RESULTS, BUT CAUTIONED AS TO THE USE OF THE CANES 

OR SUSPENSION. WHAT DID THESE THINGS MEAN. I COULD ONLY IMAGINE THEY WERE SOME 

WAY TO TORTURE THE BREASTS I HAD BEEN SO PROUD OF. MRS. WINSTON NEXT ASKED THE 

DR. IF SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE A FEW PUNISHMENT BRAS MADE, AND WAS ASSURED IT 

WOULD BE TAKEN CARE OF.

     HAVING HAD ENOUGH OF MY BREASTS FOR NOW THE SMALL GROUP MOVED TO THE FOOT 

OF THE TABLE. THE STIRRUPS WERE OPENED TO THEIR MAXIMUM WIDTH. BY DOING SO IT 

OPENED ME FULLY, AND GAVE THEM A PERFECT VIEW OF MY MOST PRIVATE PARTS. I WAS 

ABLE TO SEE THE DR. PUT ON A RUBBER GLOVE AND APPLY LUBRICANT. SHE DISAPPEARED 

FROM MY LIMITED FIELD OF VISION BUT I IMMEDIATELY FELT HER HAND FORCING ITS WAY 

INSIDE ME. THE PAIN WAS EXTREME AND I WAS SURE SHE WOULD RIP THE OPENING OF MY 

PUSSY BUT SHE FINALLY GOT HER WHOLE HAND INTO ME. I LET OUT A LOUD GASP AND

AGAIN BEGAN TO CRY OPENLY. SHE WAS HURTING ME BADLY. I HAD NEVER HAD ANYONES 

HAND IN ME BEFORE. I BEGAN TO FEEL HER FINGERS PROBING AND FEELING AROUND INSIDE 

ME. MY BODY AUTOMATICALLY STARTED TO STRETCH AND THE PAIN BEGAN TO SUBSIDE. SHE 

CONTINUED THE INTERNAL EXAM. ALL OF A SUDDEN I FELT A SEARING PAIN AND LET OUT A 

SERIES OF LOUD SCREAMS. SHE WAS FORCING A FINGER INTO MY UTERUS. THE SCREAMING 

WENT ON AS I TRIED TO TEAR FREE OF MY BONDS. THIS TIME I DID PASS OUT. I WAS 

REVIVED AND THE HAND WAS NO LONGER INSIDE ME. GOLDIE STOOD ABOVE ME WITH THE 

SMELLING SALTS STILL IN HER HAND.

     THE DR. AND MRS. WINSTON WERE NEXT TO ME ENGAGED IN A CONVERSATION. THE DR. 

WAS EXPLAINING THE FACT THAT ALTHOUGH I HAD A SMALL FRAME, THEY WOULD HAVE NO 

PROBLEM FISTING ME OR FORCING LARGE OBJECTS INTO ME. SHE WENT ON EXPLAINING HOW 

SHE NEEDED SMEARS FOR TESTING AND WOULD NEED TO DILATE MY UTERUS IN ORDER TO 

INSERT A PROBE. SHE SARCASTICALLY ADDED "WAIT TILL I GIVE HER THAT INJECTION,

THEN YOU'LL HEAR HER SCREAM". SHE THEN WALKED OVER TO A CABINET BUT I COULD NOT 

SEE WHAT SEE WAS DOING. I REMEMBERED HOW I BEGGED MRS. WINSTON TO PLEASE MAKE 

HER STOP. DO NOT LET HER HURT ME ANYMORE. I HAVE BEEN HURT ENOUGH ALREADY. I 

ALSO REMEMBER HER REPLY, WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED, SHE SAID.

     THE DR. RETURNED TO THE TABLE. SHE EXPLAINED TO THE OTHER WOMAN HOW UNDER 

NORMAL CONDITIONS SHE WOULD SPRAY THE AREA TO BE INJECTED WITH NITROUS OXIDE. 

THAT, SHE CONTINUED TO SAY WOULD FREEZE THE AREA AND THE NEEDLE WOULD NOT BE 

FELT. SHE LOOKED DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES AS SHE COMPLETED THE STATEMENT BY SAYING, 

BUT I LOVE TO DO IT THIS WAY, THE PAIN IT CAUSES IS EXCRUCIATING. SHE THEN MOVED 

BACK TO THE END OF THE TABLE AND STARTED WORKING BETWEEN MY LEGS. I THEN FELT 

THE COLD STEEL OF THE SPREADER CLAMP INSERTED INTO ME. OTHER DRS. HAVE USED

THESE ON ME BEFORE WITH LITTLE OR NO DISCOMFORT. NOW THE SADISTIC NATURE OF THIS 

WOMAN REALLY BECAME EVIDENT. SHE USED NO LUBRICANT AND JUST PUSHED UNTIL IT WAS 

IN PLACE, THEN OPENED IT AS WIDE AS POSSIBLE AS QUICKLY AS SHE COULD. I THOUGHT 

THE DELICATE AREA HAD BEEN TORN FOR SURE. MY TEARS FLOWED FREELY AS MUCH FROM 

FEAR AS FROM THE PAIN. SHE WAS BECOMING MORE CRUEL BY THE MINUTE. SHE CAME UP 

NEAR MY FACE AND HELD UP THE SYRINGE SHE HAD PREPARED. I STARTED SCREAMING 

THROUGH THE TEARS. IT WAS THE LARGEST NEEDLE I HAD EVER SEEN. THE SHAFT WAS AT 

LEAST 6 INCHES LONG, BUT THE THICKNESS WAS WHAT MADE ME PANIC. IT WAS AS THICK 

AS A KNITTING NEEDLE. I REMEMBER HOW BETWEEN THE SCREAMS I BEGGED HER NOT TO USE 

THAT ON ME. SHE JUST GLARED DOWN AT ME AND SAID THAT I WOULD GET TO KNOW IT 

WELL, BECAUSE THIS WAS THE ONE THAT WOULD BE USED ON ME MOST OF THE TIME. SHE 

WENT BACK TO THE END OF THE TABLE WERE MRS. WINSTON WAS WAITING. LOOKING DOWN AT 

ME SHE TOLD GOLDIE TO CHECK THE STRAPS BECAUSE THIS WOULD CAUSE A VIOLENT

REACTION. AS GOLDIE CHECKED ALL THE RESTRAINTS I JUST SCREAMED AND BEGGED, TO NO 

AVAIL. IT WAS BY FAR THE MOST EXCRUCIATING PAIN I HAD FELT TO THAT POINT IN MY 

LIFE. SHE PLUNGED THE SYRINGE DEEP INTO MY WOMB. THE PAIN WAS SO TERRIBLE I 

COULD NOT EVEN SCREAM. I THRASHED ABOUT IN MY BONDS AS MUCH AS I COULD. IT FELT 

AS IF THERE WAS A RED HOT POKER BURNING DEEP IN MY STOMACH. EVERY NERVE IN MY 

BODY WAS ON FIRE. THE PAIN WAS SO INTENSE, MY EYES MUST HAVE ROLLED IN THEIR

SOCKETS BECAUSE EVERYTHING TURNED BLACK. FINALLY THE SYRINGE WAS WITHDRAWN AND I 

BEGAN TO SCREAM. I REMEMBER HOW IT FELT AS IF I SCREAMED FOR HOURS UNTIL I COULD 

SCREAM NO MORE. I JUST LAID THERE AND SOBBED UNCONTROLLABLY. THE PAIN IN MY 

STOMACH WAS STILL VERY INTENSE BUT NOT AS BAD AS WHEN THE NEEDLE WAS BEING 

TWISTED AROUND IN MY WOMB. MY VISION RETURNED TO NORMAL AND I WAS GREETED BY THE 

THREE WOMEN STUDYING ME WITH THEIR LOOKS OF AMUSEMENT. FINALLY THE DR. ANNOUNCED 

THAT I HAD COME THROUGH THIS FIRST TORTURE BETTER THAN EXPECTED. SHE INFORMED 

MRS. WINSTON THAT SHE WAS PLEASANTLY SURPRISED AND FELT I WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO 

ENDURE MANY MORE SESSIONS. AFTER THEY HAD A FEW MINUTES OF CONSULTATION THE DR. 

SAID I WAS READY FOR THE NEXT PROCEDURE. NOT EVEN KNOWING WHAT WAS TO BE DONE 

NEXT I BEGAN TO SCREAM AND BEG FOR RELEASE. I WAS INFORMED THAT THE NEXT 

PROCEDURE WOULD BE ALMOST PAIN FREE. SEE STRESSED THE WORD ALMOST. I WAS TOLD

SHE HAD TO TAKE SOME SMEARS IN ORDER TO CHECK FOR DISEASE. AS SOON AS SHE 

ASSUMED HER POSITION BETWEEN MY LEGS I STARTED TO BEG HER NOT TO HURT ME AGAIN. 

SHE HELD UP A COTTON SWAB AND TOLD ME TO RELAX. THIS PART OF THE EXAM WAS DONE 

WITHOUT CAUSING ME ANY UNDO DISCOMFORT. NEXT SHE WENT TO THE CABINETS AND WAS 

BUSY THERE FOR A FEW SECONDS. SHE AGAIN CAME UP NEXT TO ME AND SAID SHE WAS 

READY TO TAKE THE NEXT SMEAR. SHE LOOKED OVER AT THE OTHER 2 WOMEN AND WITH A 

SMIRK ON HER FACE TOLD ME THAT UNFORTUNATELY THIS ONE MIGHT HURT AS SHE BROKE 

INTO FULL LAUGHTER. SHE HELD AN INSTRUMENT UP FOR ME TO SEE THAT LOOKED MUCH 

LIKE AN ARROW. WHEN I ASKED NERVOUSLY WHAT IT WAS I WAS TOLD IT WOULD BE PUT 

INTO MY UTERUS TO GET A TISSUE SAMPLE. SHE WENT ON TO FURTHER TORMENT ME BY 

SAYING IT WOULD PROBABLY HURT, BUT NOT NEARLY AS MUCH AS IT WOULD HAVE IF SHE 

HAD NOT GIVEN ME THE INJECTION TO DILATE ME. AGAIN SHE TOOK THE FAMILIAR 

POSITION BETWEEN MY LEGS. AND AGAIN I STARTED TO PLEAD WITH THEN NOT TO HURT ME 

THIS WAY. I TRIED TO TELL MRS. WINSTON THAT THIS WAS MORE THAN I HAD EXPECTED 

AND WAS NOT IN OUR DEAL. SHE SARCASTICALLY ASKED ME WHAT I HAD EXPECTED.

BETWEEN MY SOBS AND GASPS I SAID I THOUGHT I WOULD BE TIED UP AND WHIPPED, USED 

FOR SEX AND THINGS LIKE THAT. SHE ANSWERED BY TELLING ME I WAS VERY STUPID AND 

SHOULD HAVE PAID MORE ATTENTION TO WHAT SHE AND HER HUSBAND HAD EXPLAINED TO ME. 

JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO ANSWER, MY WORDS WERE CUT OFF BY THE STABBING PAIN OF THE 

PROBE BEING FORCED INTO ME. I EXPERIENCED ALL THE SAME SENSATIONS I HAD WHEN THE 

NEEDLE WAS INSERTED. THE PAIN WAS SEVERE, AGAIN THE SCREAMING WAS

UNCONTROLLABLE. MY THROAT WAS GETTING SORE AND MY EYES WERE BEGINNING TO SWELL 

FROM THE CONSTANT SCREAMING AND CRYING. THE DR. SAW BY MY REACTIONS THAT THE 

PAIN WAS DIMINISHING BUT SHE DECIDED I DID NOT AS YET HAVE ENOUGH. SHE BEGAN TO 

MOVE THE PROBE WHICH WAS DEEP INSIDE ME. THIS BROUGHT ANOTHER ROUND OF SCREAMS 

TO MY PARCHED LIPS. BETWEEN THE FLASHES OF PAIN I WAS SURPRISED TO HEAR MRS. 

WINSTON TELL THE DR. TO STOP. SHE DID SO IMMEDIATELY. AGAIN THE PAIN STOPPED. 

WITH THE PROBE STILL BURIED DEEP IN ME, THE DR. GOT UP FROM HER POSITION AS

TORTURESS. I WAS GLAD TO HEAR MRS. WINSTON SAY THAT SHE THOUGHT I HAD

ENOUGH OF THIS FORM OF PUSSY TORTURE AS SHE CALLED IT. BUT I WAS HORRIFIED WHEN 

SHE WENT ON TO SAY SHE WANTED TO TRY SOME OTHER THINGS AND DID NOT WANT TO BURN 

ME OUT. THE DR. HAPPILY AGREED AND SAID SHE WAS NOT SURE HOW FAR TO GO ON MY 

FIRST SESSION. MRS. WINSTON SAID SHE WANTED TO TRY SOME OTHER AREAS. THE DR. 

SAID SHE WOULD REMOVE THE PROBE BUT REMINDED MRS. WINSTON SHE HAD NOT DONE THE 

ANAL EXAM AS YET. HER WORDS SENT A SHOCK WAVE THROUGH ME. THEY INTENDED TO CAUSE

ME MORE PAIN. THE DR BEGAN TO REMOVE THE PROBE, THE PAIN WAS NOT AS BAD AS WHEN 

IT WAS INSERTED BUT STILL HURT VERY BADLY.

     THE HOURS WERE DRAGGING AS I STAYED IN MY BED. MY MIND WAS GETTING THE BEST 

OF ME. I HAD THESE SAME THOUGHTS HUNDREDS OF TIMES SINCE BECOMING A SLAVE. I 

SOMETIMES WONDERED IF THE MEMORIES OF WHAT HAD BEEN DONE AND THE KNOWLEDGE OF 

WHAT WAS TO COME WERE NOT JUST AS BAD AS THE ACTUAL EXPERIENCE. THE MIND IS A 

FUNNY THING, IT CAN CAUSE AS MUCH PAIN AS THE TORTURE ITSELF. I THOUGHT OF JOHN, 

IT WAS TERRIBLE THE WAY I WAS TREATING HIM. EVEN THOUGH HE WAS MARRIED TO

ANOTHER, HE TREATED ME VERY WELL AND I LOVED HIM VERY MUCH. AS MANY TIMES AS I 

THOUGHT OF TELLING HIM I KNEW I COULD NOT. MY MAIN FEAR WAS WHAT HE MIGHT DO TO 

THE WINSTONS. ALTHOUGH I HAD AN INTENSE HATRED FOR THEM, I DID NOT WISH THEM 

DEAD. WHAT IF HE WAS CAUGHT, THEN I WOULD HAVE NO ONE. I HAD CREATED THIS 

PROBLEM AND WOULD HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT. BUT AT WHAT PRICE. I STILL HAD TIME 

BEFORE I HAD TO GET READY, AND AGAIN FOUND MY THOUGHTS WANDERING TO THAT FIRST 

TIME AT THE DRS.

     I REMEMBER HOW I JUST REMAINED TIED TO THE TABLE AS THE THREE WOMEN SIPPED 

CHAMPAGNE AND DISCUSSED WHAT WAS TO BE DONE NEXT. THE STRESS OF WHAT THEY DID TO 

ME WAS TAKING ITS TOLL. I WAS TIRED, STILL IN SOME PAIN AND HAD TO USE THE 

BATHROOM. I WAS AFRAID TO SPEAK, BUT THE NEED TO RELIEVE MYSELF WAS BECOMING 

INTENSE. FINALLY I CALLED TO THE THREESOME AND ASKED IF I COULD BE ALLOWED TO GO 

TO THE BATHROOM. GOLDIE CAME UP NEXT TO ME AND ASKED ME FOR WHAT. I TOLD HER AND 

SHE WENT BACK TO THE OTHER WOMEN. AFTER SOME SPIRITED CONVERSATION THEY

CAME TO ME. THE DR. SEEMED VERY PLEASED AND INSTRUCTED GOLDIE TO GET HER A # 2 

CATHETER. I HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE HAD REQUESTED BUT BY THE LOOKS ON HER AND MRS. 

WINSTONS FACES I KNEW I WOULD NOT LIKE IT. GOLDIE HANDED THE DR. A PACKAGE WHICH 

WAS QUICKLY OPENED. A ROLL OF PLASTIC TUBING WAS HELD UP TO MY FACE AND I WAS 

ASKED IF I KNEW WHAT IT WAS.I REMEMBER FEARFULLY REPLYING THAT I DID NOT. THE 

DR. SMILED AT ME AND TOLD ME IT COULD BE USED TO LET ME RELIEVE MYSELF WITHOUT

GETTING OFF THE TABLE. THE LOOKS OF THE WOMEN TOLD ME THERE WAS MORE TO THIS. I 

DID NOT UNDERSTAND HOW THIS COULD WORK AND JUST ASKED IF I COULD BE RELEASED. 

MRS. WINSTON, WITH A BROAD SMILE ON HER FACE SAID IF THEY DID THAT IT WOULD RUIN 

THEIR FUN. I REALIZED I WOULD AGAIN BE MADE TO SUFFER. I WAS RIGHT. THE DR. 

AGAIN TOOK UP HER POSITION AS TORTURESS AND I IMMEDIATELY FELT HER HANDS WORKING 

INSIDE ME. ALL OF A SUDDEN I FELT SOMETHING BEING PUSHED INTO ME. IT STARTED AS 

MORE OF A BURNING SENSATION THAN PAIN. I DEMANDED TO KNOW WHAT SHE WAS DOING TO 

ME. SHE REPLIED BY SAYING THAT A TUBE WAS BEING INSERTED UP INTO ME AND WOULD 

ULTIMATELY DRAIN MY BLADDER. THE BURNING WAS GETTING WORSE AND I WAS BEGINNING 

TO MOAN AS MUCH FROM FEAR AS FROM THE PAIN THAT WAS STARTING. AS THE DR. KEPT 

PUSHING, THE PAIN WAS INCREASING. IT WAS NOT AS BAD AS WHAT SHE HAD DONE 

ALREADY, THAT WAS A SHARP BLINDING PAIN, THIS WAS DIFFERENT. THE PAIN WAS SLOWLY 

INCREASING UNTIL AGAIN I WAS CRYING AND SCREAMING. MRS. WINSTON JUST KEPT

WATCHING ME WITH A JOYOUS LOOK ON HER FACE. AS I FELT A STABBING PAIN AND LET 

OUT A LONG LOUD SCREAM THE DR. STOOD UP AND ANNOUNCED IT WAS HOME. THE NEED TO 

URINATE WAS NOW STRONGER THAN EVER, THE ADDED PRESSURE MADE MY KIDNEY FEEL AS IF 

IT WOULD BURST. GOLDIE WAS TOLD TO GET A CANISTER. THE DR. WAS HOLDING THE END 

OF THE TUBE IN THE AIR AS SHE TOLD ME AS SOON AS SHE RELEASED THE CLAMP I WOULD 

FEEL RELIEF. I BEGGED HER TO DO SO AND ASKED HER WHY SHE WAS DOING THIS TO ME. 

SHE JUST SAID BECAUSE SHE ENJOYED INFLICTING PAIN AND LOVED THE SCREAMS IT 

BROUGHT. I THEN ASKED AS A WOMAN, HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ANOTHER WOMAN. SHE 

SMILED DOWN AT ME AND REPLIED THAT ALTHOUGH SHE HAD NO USE FOR MEN, SHE HATED 

YOUNG BEAUTIFUL WOMEN. SHE WENT ON TO EXPLAIN HOW AS A DR. WHO SPECIALIZED IN 

WOMEN SHE KNEW HOW TO CAUSE THE MOST PAIN. I THEN KNEW THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD 

SAY THAT WOULD HELP ME. SHE LOWERED THE TUBE INTO THE CANISTER AND RELEASED THE 

CLAMP. AS PROMISED RELIEF WAS INSTANT. I HAD NO CONTROL OVER THE FLOW BUT IN A

MINUTE FELT I WAS EMPTY. FROM THE CORNER OF MY EYE I SAW THE DR. AT THE CABINET 

AGAIN. I WAS GETTING SCARED, EVERY TIME SHE WENT TO THE CABINET I WOULD FEEL 

PAIN. SHE RETURNED AND SHOWED ME A LARGE PLASTIC SYRINGE. SHE EXPLAINED HOW THE 

TUBE COULD BE USED TO LET FLUID OUT, OR PUT IT BACK IN. I REALIZED IMMEDIATELY 

WHAT SHE MEANT. AS BEFORE I STARTED TO BEG. TO MAKE THE PROCEDURE WORSE SHE PUT 

THE END OF THE TUBE ON MY STOMACH AND BEGAN ATTACHING THE SYRINGE SO I WOULD BE 

ABLE TO WATCH. SHE THEN STARTED TO PUSH THE PLUNGER. I FELT WHAT I FIRST

THOUGHT WAS HOT TURN TO AN ICY CHILL, THEY WERE PUTTING ICE WATER INTO ME. THE 

PRESSURE WAS INCREASING IN AN UNNATURAL WAY. SHE HAD PUT IN MORE THAN SHE LET 

OUT AND THE PLUNGER WAS ONLY HALF WAY DOWN. AS BEFORE THE MOANS TURNED INTO GUT 

RETCHING SCREAMS. FINALLY THE SYRINGE WAS EMPTY AND THE CLAMP WAS REAPPLIED. THE 

WOMEN AGAIN GATHERED AROUND ME. MRS. WINSTON SPOKE FIRST. WITH A GRIN ON HER 

FACE SHE TOLD ME I WAS DOING BETTER THAN SHE EXPECTED. SHE ADDED THAT IF I

REMAINED QUIET FOR 5 MINUTES THE CLAMP WOULD BE RELEASED. I DID NOT KNOW IT THEN 

BUT TRYING TO REMAIN QUIET WHEN IN SO MUCH PAIN ONLY MADE THE PAIN MORE INTENSE. 

I LEARNED THAT THE ABILITY TO CRY AND SCREAM TAKES YOUR MIND OFF THE PAIN. AS I 

LAID ON THE TABLE TRYING NOT TO MAKE A SOUND MY MIND HAD NOTHING BUT THE PAIN ON 

WHICH TO FOCUS. I CLOSED MY EYES, WAS BITING MY LIP AND EVEN DIGGING MY NAILS

INTO THE PALMS OF MY HANDS. I FELT THE SCREAM WELLING UP IN MY THROAT BUT FOUGHT 

WITH ALL MY BEING NOT TO LET IT OUT. JUST AS MY MOUTH OPENED TO LET THE SCREAM 

ESCAPE, THE CLAMP WAS RELEASED. AFTER SEVERAL MINUTES I REGAINED MY COMPOSURE 

AND WAS CONGRATULATED BY MRS. WINSTON. SHE TOLD ME I HAD DONE WELL AND SHOWED 

GREAT ENDURANCE, SOMEHOW I KNEW THIS WOULD WORK AGAINST ME IN THE FUTURE. THEY 

WERE REMOVING THE TUBE AS I HEARD MRS. WINSTON SAY THAT THEY WOULD HAVE TO

REMEMBER THIS PROCEDURE AND USE IT MORE OFTEN. MY THOUGHTS WERE INTERRUPTED BY 

THE FEELING OF THE SPREADER CLAMP BEING CLOSED AND REMOVED FROM MY PUSSY. I 

SILENTLY PRAYED THEY WERE DONE WITH ME. THE THREE WOMEN AGAIN CAME UP NEAR MY 

FACE AND THE DR. SPOKE. SHE TOLD ME THEY WERE ALMOST DONE WITH THE EXAM, MY 

HEART SANK. SHE WENT ON TO EXPLAIN THAT MY ANAL OPENING HAD TO BE CHECKED, AND A 

SMEAR TAKEN. THE PAST HOUR TAUGHT ME TO FEAR HER WORDS, BUT I HAD NO CHOICE 

OTHER THAN LAY THERE AND SUBMIT. THE DR. ADJUSTED THE STIRRUPS, THEY WERE

RAISED AND BROUGHT TOWARDS MY HEAD. THIS CAUSED MY ASS TO ROLL UP AND PROVIDE 

EASIER ACCESS. THE SPREADERS WERE USED AGAIN. I TRIED TO TIGHTEN THE MUSCLES BUT 

AS BEFORE SHE JUST PUSHED UNTIL THEY WERE IN PLACE. THIS HURT AND I MOANED IN 

PROTEST. SHE BEGAN TO OPEN THEM BUT WAS MORE GENTLE THAN SHE HAD BEEN ON MY 

PUSSY. IT WAS EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE BUT TOLERABLE. I FELT HER FINGER BEING 

INSERTED AND FEELING AROUND, BUT AGAIN IT DID NOT CAUSE ANY REAL PAIN. SHE ASKED

GOLDIE FOR A SWAB AND I FELT IT REACH DEEP INTO ME. THE SWAB AND THE CLAMP WERE 

REMOVED. WAS IT OVER I THOUGHT. THE DR. MADE MORE ENTRIES IN THE CHART AND TOLD 

MRS. WINSTON EVERYTHING SEEMED IN ORDER. SHE WENT TO SAY IN HER OPINION I WOULD 

HAVE NO TROUBLE WITH ANAL PENETRATION, AND COULD TAKE LONG, LARGE OBJECTS. AS 

MUCH AS I DID NOT WANT TO HEAR WHAT THEY WERE SAYING, I WAS RELIEVED, THINKING 

THE EXAM WAS OVER. I DID NOT KNOW THEN THAT THEIR FUN WAS ABOUT TO START.

     THEY RETIRED TO A CORNER OF THE ROOM AND SIPPED MORE CHAMPAGNE. THEIR 

VOICES WERE MUTED, BUT I COULD TELL THEY WERE IN HEATED CONVERSATION. FINALLY 

THEY RETURNED TO ME. I ASKED IF I COULD BE RELEASED SINCE THE EXAMINATION WAS 

OVER. AGAIN THAT FAMILIAR SMIRK CAME TO THE 3 FACES. MRS. WINSTON ANSWERED BY 

SAYING THAT INDEED THE EXAM WAS ALMOST FINISHED BUT NOW WAS THE TIME FOR THEM TO 

INDULGE IN A FEW OF THEIR PERVERSIONS. ONCE AGAIN I WAS GRIPPED BY FEAR. THE DR.

CAME UP TO MY HEAD AND STARTED TO UNDO THE STRAP SAYING IT WAS NO LONGER 

NECESSARY AND WOULD GIVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE WHAT THEY WERE DOING. THE 

STRAP WAS REMOVED AND I TURNED MY HEAD IN TIME TO SEE A TRULY BIZARRE SIGHT. 

GOLDIE WAS ON HER KNEES IN FRONT OF MRS. WINSTON, INSERTING A LARGE DOUBLE ENDED 

DILDO INTO HER GAPING PUSSY. SHE THEN FASTENED STRAPS AROUND MRS. WINSTONS WAIST 

THAT HELD IT IN PLACE. MRS WINSTON TURNED TO FACE ME AND AT FIRST GLANCE IT 

APPEARED AS IF SHE HAD GROWN A GIANT PENIS. IT HAD TO BE 12 INCHES IN LENGTH.

THE LOOK ON HER FACE COUPLED WITH WHAT THE DR. SAID ABOUT LONG, LARGE OBJECTS 

GAVE ME A FEELING OF IMPENDING DOOM. I REMEMBER THINKING THAT SHE WAS ABOUT TO 

RAPE ME. AS SHE WALKED UP TO ME I ASKED IN A TREMBLING VOICE WHAT SHE WAS GOING 

TO DO. I RECALL HOW IN A LUSTY TONE SHE REPLIED THAT SHE WAS GOING TO FUCK ME IN 

THE ASS. I BEGAN TO PROTEST THAT IT WAS TOO BIG AND WOULD CAUSE DAMAGE. SHE 

ANSWERED I HAD BETTER GET USED TO IT AND WOULD NOT BE INJURED, JUST MADE TO

SCREAM. THE DR. CAME UP AND MERCIFULLY SPREAD LUBRICANT ON THE DILDO, AND WITH A 

HUGE GRIN SAID TO HURRY BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO PLAY TOO. MRS. WINSTON TOOK A 

POSITION BETWEEN MY WIDELY SPREAD LEGS AND I FELT THE DILDO BRUSH AGAINST MY 

MOST INTIMATE OPENING. I REMEMBER THE WAVES OF DISGUST THAT CAME OVER ME. HERE I 

WAS BOUND TO A TABLE TOTALLY EXPOSED ABOUT TO BE SODOMIZED BY A WOMAN WHILE 2 

OTHER WOMEN LOOKED ON. I JUST COMPLETED THE THOUGHT AS MRS. WINSTON GRABBED MY

THIGHS AND LUNGED FORWARD. THE SEARING PAIN AND THE SUDDEN THRUST INTO MY 

INTESTINE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY. SHE PULLED OUT AND LUNGED INTO ME AGAIN, THIS 

DROVE THE DILDO ALL THE WAY INTO ME AND CAUSED ME TO START SCREAMING AGAIN. I 

BEGGED HER TO STOP SAYING SHE WAS TEARING ME APART. SHE JUST FUCKED ME HARDER. 

SHE KEPT FUCKING, I KEPT SCREAMING. THE OTHER 2 KEPT LAUGHING AND MAKING LEWD 

COMMENTS. THIS CONTINUED FOR WHAT SEEMED AN ETERNITY UNTIL TO MY DISGUST AND 

DISBELIEF, SHE REACHED ORGASM. AFTER SEVERAL MORE THRUSTS SHE SLUMPED BETWEEN MY

WIDESPREAD THIGHS AND PULLED THE DILDO OUT OF ME. I FELT THE NEED TO VOMIT BUT 

WAS AFRAID OF THE PUNISHMENT IT WOULD BRING. MRS. WINSTON FINALLY STOOD UP AND 

SAID THE NEXT TIME WILL BE BETTER. SHE WOULD HAVE ME BENT OVER PROPERLY AND 

WOULD USE A BIGGER DILDO. I FELT THIS HAD TO BE THE ULTIMATE DEGRADATION. I HAD 

BEEN RAPED BY ANOTHER WOMAN WITH A RUBBER COCK. I TURNED MY HEAD AWAY, TOTALLY 

MORTIFIED. I DID NOT KNOW THEN THAT THIS WOULD BE THE FIRST OF A LONG LINE OF 

SEXUAL ASSAULTS ON MY DEFENSELESS BODY. I WOULD EVEN LEARN TO WELCOME THE

SEXUAL ABUSE, IT WAS BETTER THAN SOME DIABOLICAL TORTURE.                         

    I RECALL HOW NO SOONER WAS MRS. WINSTON THROUGH WITH ME, THE DR. CAME 

FORWARD. I WAS DISGUSTED BY THE PROSPECT OF BEING USED AS AN OBJECT FOR HER 

PERVERTED LUST. I WAS NOT TO BE THAT FORTUNATE. SHE RECEIVED HER SEXUAL 

GRATIFICATION BY ADMINISTERING PAIN. SHE STUDIED ME A LONG TIME. HER EYES ROAMED 

MY ENTIRE BODY AS IF LOOKING FOR A SPOT TO VIOLATE. SHE SEEMED TO MAKE UP HER 

MIND AND WENT INTO ACTION. THE TABLE WAS READJUSTED TO BRING MY LEGS DOWN AND MY 

THIGHS CLOSER TOGETHER. THE HEAD WAS BROUGHT UP SLIGHTLY AS IF I WERE RECLINING. 

MY ARMS WERE ALSO RETIED OVER MY HEAD AND BEHIND ME. ALTHOUGH I HAD

STRAPS ACROSS MY CHEST, MY BREASTS WERE THRUST FORWARD. SHE TOOK A STEP BACK AND 

FOCUSED DIRECTLY AT MY CHEST. I SHUDDERED AT WHAT I KNEW SHE WAS THINKING. IT 

WAS OBVIOUS SHE WAS PLANNING SOMETHING FOR MY BREASTS. SHE WALKED OVER TO THE 

CABINET AND TOOK OUT 2 LARGE VIALS. 1 WAS MARKED SALINE THE OTHER GLUCOSE. I HAD 

NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS PREPARING TO DO. SHE THEN BEGAN OPENING PACKAGES OF 

DISPOSABLE SYRINGES. A WAVE OF PANIC SWEPT OVER ME. THE WRAPPING ON THE SYRINGES

READ 2 INCHES + 20 CC AND SHE WAS FILLING THEM FROM THE 2 VIALS. WHAT COULD ALL 

THESE NEEDLES HAVE TO DO WITH MY BREASTS. SOMETHING THAT WAS SAID EARLIER CAME 

TO MIND. I REMEMBERED WHILE DURING THE EXAMINATION OF MY BREASTS MRS. WINSTON 

ASKED THE DR. IF THE SYRINGES COULD BE USED. I IMMEDIATELY BEGAN SCREAMING AND 

BEGGING THE DR. NOT TO USE THOSE ON ME. I COULD NOT EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE THESE 

NEEDLES PUT INTO MY BOUND AND VULNERABLE BREASTS. THIS WOMAN WAS A DR., SHE HAD 

TO KNOW THE INJURIES SHE COULD CAUSE. MY MIND WAS IN A FRENZY. COULD WHAT SHE 

PLANNED TO DO BE FATAL. WHAT HAD BEEN DONE SO FAR, AS BAD AS IT HAD BEEN, DID 

NOT HAVE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF WHAT I FEARED WAS TO COME. AS I LOOKED BACK AT THE 

DR. SHE WAS BUSY PLACING THE LOADED SYRINGES INTO A GLASS CANISTER. SHE THEN 

PLACED THE CANISTER ON A BUNSON BURNER. WHY WAS SHE STERILIZING ALREADY STERILE 

NEEDLES. MY EMOTIONS WERE RUNNING WILD, ABSOLUTE TERROR, FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN,

SELF PITY AND ALSO ANGER FOR PUTTING MYSELF IN THIS POSITION.

     EVEN NOW SAFE IN MY APARTMENT, THOSE SAME EMOTIONS WERE CONSUMING ME. AS 

WAS THE CASE BACK THEN IN THE DRS. OFFICE I WAS IN A RECLINING POSITION FEARING 

MY FORTH COMING ORDEAL. AFTER SOME OF THE THINGS THAT WERE DONE TO ME THAT DAY, 

FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN HAD LESSENED. I NOW HAD SOME IDEA OF WHAT THESE PEOPLE WERE 

CAPABLE OF, BUT WAS ALSO SURE THERE WERE MANY SURPRISES IN STORE FOR ME. THE

TERROR WAS STILL A BIG FACTOR, I HAD NO IDEA HOW FAR THEY WOULD TAKE THEIR NEED 

TO INFLICT PAIN. A DAY DID NOT PASS WITHOUT FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF. I KNEW 

WHAT I HAD ALREADY ENDURED AND ALWAYS FEARED TO WHAT EXTREMES I WOULD BE 

SUBJECTED. AND LAST BUT FAR FROM LEAST THE REFLECTION ON MY OWN STUPIDITY. I 

CHECKED THE TIME AND FOUND IT WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES LATER THAN IT HAD BEEN. 

TIME WAS ON THEIR SIDE. THE MORE TIME I HAD THE MORE PAIN MY MIND INFLICTED ON 

ME. I LIT ANOTHER CIGARETTE, INHALED DEEPLY AND TRIED TO RID MY MIND OF THE

MEMORIES. EVEN THIS COMFORT WOULD BE DENIED ME.

     AS IF MY MIND HAD A WILL OF ITS OWN, THE HORRIBLE MEMORIES OF DR. KIM'S 

OFFICE CONSUMED ME. WHILE THEY WERE WAITING FOR THE NEEDLES TO BE STERILIZED THE 

THREE WOMEN ONCE AGAIN SURROUNDED ME. I LOOKED AT MRS. WINSTON AND ASKED HER 

WHAT THEY WERE GOING TO DO TO ME. SHE WENT ON TO EXPLAIN HOW IN PAYMENT FOR THE 

DRS. SERVICES SHE WOULD BE ALLOWED TO AS SHE PUT IT INDULGE HERSELF. SHE SAID 

THAT ALTHOUGH THE DR. HAD A VERY SUCCESSFUL PRACTICE AND HAD MANY PATIENTS, SHE 

SELDOM HAD THE CHANCE TO USE HER REAL TALENTS. I WAS TOLD HOW MANY YEARS AGO

IN NORTH VIET NAM DR. KIM HAD A VERY DIFFERENT PROFESSION. SHE HAD BEEN IN 

CHARGE OF INTERROGATING FEMALE PRISONERS. SHE WENT ON TO TELL ME HOW SEVERAL 

YEARS AGO SHE AND MR. WINSTON HAD BEEN FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO MEET THE GOOD DR. AND 

BRING HER INTO THEIR LITTLE GROUP. I REMEMBERED HER REFERRING TO HER FRIENDS AS 

SHE CALLED THEM WHEN I HAD SIGNED THE CONTRACT TURNING ME INTO THEIR SLAVE. I 

HAD NOW MET 2 OF THEIR FRIENDS, THE DR. AND ON TAPE, THE WARDEN. A SILENTLY 

WONDERED WHAT OTHER DEVIATES SHE REFERRED TO AS FRIENDS. MY THOUGHTS WERE

INTERRUPTED BY MRS. WINSTONS VOICE. SHE WENT ON TELLING ME HOW THE DRS. SPECIAL 

TALENTS HAD BEEN HELPFUL TO THE GROUP IN THE PAST YEARS. SHE HAD HELPED THE 

WARDEN BY TEACHING HER VARIOUS METHODS OF DISCIPLINE AND PUNISHMENT. THE DR. WAS 

ALSO RESPONSIBLE FOR TRAINING THE SLAVES THAT BELONGED TO MEMBERS OF THE GROUP. 

SHE HAD ALSO PROVIDED COUNTLESS HOURS OF ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF ACTING AS

TORTURESS AT CERTAIN FUNCTIONS. AND LAST BUT MOST IMPORTANT SHE WAS RESPONSIBLE 

FOR THE PHYSICAL CONDITION OF THE VICTIMS AND SLAVES THEY USED. SHE HAD TO MAKE 

SURE THEY WERE IN GOOD HEALTH AND FREE OF ANY CONTAGIOUS DISEASES AND ALSO TREAT 

ANY INJURIES THAT MIGHT OCCUR. AS SHE SPOKE THE KNOT IN MY STOMACH WAS GROWING 

TIGHTER. MRS. WINSTON CALMLY AND SOMEWHAT SARCASTICALLY WENT ON TO TELL ME HOW 

THE DR. WAS GOING TO INJECT THE CONTENTS OF THE SYRINGES INTO MY BREASTS. SHE 

WAS CONFIRMING MY FEARS. I REMEMBER HOW AS I STARTED TO SHAKE, MY EYES

WANDERED DOWN TO THE BOSOM THEY PLANNED TO ASSAULT. AS I HAD DONE BEFORE I BEGAN 

TO BEG. APPEALING TO THEM AS HUMAN BEINGS I APOLOGIZED FOR WHAT I HAD DONE, I 

EVEN FOUND MYSELF PLEADING FOR A DIFFERENT FORM OF PUNISHMENT. I JUST COULD NOT 

BEAR THE THOUGHT OF THEM HURTING MY BREASTS. THE TERROR GREW WORSE AS I WATCHED 

THE DR. APPROACH WITH THE CANISTER OF SYRINGES. AS SHE SET IT DOWN ON A SMALL 

TRAY NEXT TO MY TABLE I SAW THE STEAM RISING FROM IT. ONE LOOK AT THE DOZEN OR 

SO NEEDLES CAUSED ME TO START SCREAMING AND TRYING TO PULL FREE OF THE STRAPS. 

AS IF A COMMAND WAS GIVEN BY THE DR., MRS. WINSTON AND GOLDIE MOVED TO THE SIDE. 

THE DR. WAS READY. I STOPPED SCREAMING IN TIME TO HEAR HER TELL THE 2 SPECTATORS 

THAT SHE WOULD TRY 5 OR 6 IN EACH. THE TERROR I FELT WAS SO CONSUMING I COULD 

NOT EVEN SCREAM, ALL I COULD DO WAS FOCUS ON THE DRS. MOVEMENTS. SHE BEGAN BY 

WIPING MY ENTIRE CHEST WITH ALCOHOL PADS. I RECALL HOW  THROUGH MY SOBS I ASKED 

HER WHY SHE WAS DOING THIS TO ME. HER ANSWER WAS PAINFULLY SIMPLE, SHE

WANTED TO HEAR ME SCREAM, AND SEE ME WRITHE IN AGONY. AS SHE WAS PULLING ON A 

PAIR OF HEAVY RUBBER GLOVES SHE TOLD ME THE FLUID IN THE SYRINGES OBVIOUSLY WAS 

VERY HOT. SHE CONTINUED TO EXPLAIN THAT THE SYRINGES CONTAINED SALINE AND 

GLUCOSE WHICH WOULD DISSIPATE INTO MY SYSTEM AFTER ABOUT 24 HOURS. ALTHOUGH THE 

TEMPERATURE AND VOLUME OF THE FLUID TO BE INJECTED WOULD CAUSE INTERNAL PAIN AND 

SWELLING I WOULD HAVE NO PERMANENT INJURY. SHE DID NOT COMPLETE THE SENTENCE AS

SHE RETRIEVED THE FIRST SYRINGE. I HAD NEVER BEEN AFRAID OF NEEDLES BUT THIS WAS 

DIFFERENT. AS THIS INSTRUMENT WHICH WAS USUALLY USED FOR HEALING APPROACHED MY 

LEFT BREAST I FELT THE BLOOD DRAIN FROM MY HEAD. THE ROOM BEGAN TO SPIN AND I 

SOUGHT THE WELCOME RELIEF OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS. EVEN THIS LUXURY WAS TO BE DENIED 

ME. THE DR. INSTRUCTED GOLDIE TO GIVE ME A FEW BREATHS OF AMYL NITRATE, SO I

WOULD BE TOTALLY ALERT. GOLDIE JUMPED TO THE TASK AND I WAS AGAIN PAINFULLY 

AWARE OF WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. THE DR. SLOWLY BEGAN TO INSERT THE NEEDLE 

INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE BREAST. ALTHOUGH PAINFUL IT WAS NOT AS TERRIBLE AS I HAD 

IMAGINED. THROUGH THE SOBS AND BEGGING I WATCHED AS SHE REPEATED THE PROCESS IN 

THE OTHER BREAST. THE DR. CONTINUED BY INSERTING 4 SYRINGES AT 90 DEGREE ANGLES 

IN EACH. NOW EACH 1 OF MY BREASTS WAS IMPALED BY 4 NEEDLES. AS I LOOKED DOWN AT

THEM I FELT AS IF I WAS IN SOME FORM OF SHOCK. AS I WATCHED THE DR. I COULD NOT 

BELIEVE I WAS TAKING THIS INVASION SO CALMLY. MY BRAIN WAS IN A FRENZY, EVEN 

THOUGH I WAS IN PAIN IT WAS NOT NEARLY AS BAD AS I HAD IMAGINED. THEN THE 

REALIZATION HIT ME AND AGAIN I BEGAN TO SCREAM. SHE DID NOT AS YET INJECT THE 

FLUID. AS IF READING MY THOUGHTS, THE DR. GRASPED THE FIRST SYRINGE AND PUSHED 

THE PLUNGER. THE PAIN WAS MUCH LIKE THE CATTLE PROD I HAD EXPERIENCED EARLIER. 

THE AGONY I FELT WAS SO INTENSE I COULD NOT GET THE SCREAM PAST MY LIPS.

I REMEMBER HOW I TRIED TO RIP FREE OF MY BONDS. FOR THE SECOND TIME IN A FEW 

HOURS I SEEMED TO BE BLINDED BY THE PAIN. EVERY NERVE IN MY BODY WAS ABLAZE. AS 

SHE CONTINUED TO INJECT THE FLUIDS FROM ALL 8 SYRINGES THE SEARING AGONY WAS 

SUCH, I BEGAN TO SMASH MY HEAD AGAINST THE TABLE IN AN ATTEMPT TO KNOCK MYSELF 

OUT. NO MATTER WHAT I DID THE AGONY CONTINUED. TO MAKE THE WHOLE SCENE EVEN 

WORSE I REMEMBER THE 3 FACES OF MY TORMENTORS STARING DOWN AT ME. FINALLY ALL 

THE FLUID WAS IN MY BREASTS AND THE NEEDLES WERE BEING REMOVED. AS THE DR. 

PULLED THEM FROM ME THE SCREAMING BEGAN. MY THROAT WAS RAW, AND THE SOUNDS

WERE MORE ANIMAL THAN HUMAN. I RECALL HOW BETWEEN THE SCREAMS I GROUND MY TEETH 

UNTIL I WAS SURE THEY WOULD BREAK IN MY MOUTH. I MANAGED TO LOOK DOWN AS THE 

LAST INSTRUMENT OF TORTURE WAS REMOVED. THE SIGHT BEFORE MY EYES CAUSED ME TO 

START SCREAMING AGAIN. MY BREASTS APPEARED TWICE THEIR NORMAL SIZE. SEEING THE 

SWELLING AND THE BEET RED COLOR, I REFUSED TO BELIEVE THESE WERE MY ONCE 

ALLURING BREASTS. I INSTANTLY FELT AS IF I HAD BEEN CONSUMED BY A HIGH FEVER,

MY WHOLE BODY WAS COVERED IN SWEAT. THE DR. WAS TAKING MY PULSE AND CHECKING TO 

SEE IF I WAS ALL RIGHT. I REMEMBER HER TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN, THE WORST WAS 

OVER. I CONTINUED TO SOB UNCONTROLLABLY AS THE PAIN IN MY BREASTS WAS STILL VERY 

INTENSE. AGAIN THE DR. REACHED UNDER THE TABLE, PUT THE OXYGEN MASK ON MY FACE 

AND TOLD ME TO BREATH DEEPLY. THE OXYGEN HAD THE DESIRED AFFECT, I IMMEDIATELY 

BEGAN TO CALM DOWN. THE MASK WAS REMOVED AND THE 3 WOMEN GATHERED AROUND ME

AND BEGAN SURVEYING THE DAMAGE THEY HAD DONE. THE DR. TOLD THE OTHERS THAT IN 

HER OPINION I HAD ENOUGH OF THIS FORM OF TORTURE FOR MY FIRST TIME AND WANTED 

THE TREATMENT TO TAKE ITS FULL EFFECT. BY THE LOOKS ON THE 3 FACES THE WOMEN 

WERE EXTREMELY PLEASED BY WHAT THEY HAD DONE. TO MAKE IT ALL MORE UNBEARABLE 

THEY ALL BEGAN TO FEEL AND SQUEEZE MY BURNING BREASTS. ALL I COULD DO WAS CRY 

AND DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT HAD BEEN DONE AND WOULD I RETURN TO NORMAL. THE DR., WHO 

SEEMED VERY PROUD OF HERSELF TOLD ME THAT I TOOK ABOUT 8 OUNCES IN EACH TIT

AND WOULD BE FINE BY TOMORROW NIGHT. SHE WENT ON TO TELL ME HOW SHE WANTED TO 

GIVE ME 2 MORE INJECTIONS IN EACH, BUT WOULD SAVE THE FULL TREATMENT FOR A LATER 

DATE. HER TONE BECAME VERY SARCASTIC AS SHE TOLD ME HOW LUCKY I HAD BEEN THIS 

TIME BUT NEXT TIME SHE WOULD INJECT THE NIPPLES ALSO. I WAS SPEECHLESS. THESE 

PEOPLE WERE ABSOLUTE MANIACS.

     EVEN NOW IN MY OWN BEDROOM THE EVENTS OF THAT DAY BROUGHT A COLD SWEAT OVER 

MY ENTIRE BODY. I CARESSED MY OWN BREASTS WONDERING IF THEY WOULD RECEIVE MORE 

OF THE DREADED TREATMENT TONIGHT. AS I HAD DONE ON NUMEROUS OCCASIONS I 

CONSIDERED RUNNING AWAY FROM THIS INSANITY BUT AS USUAL THOUGHT OF MY FAMILY AND 

JOHN. MAYBE THE VISIT TO THE DR. HAD BEEN THE WORST. I WOULD KNOW MORE TOMORROW. 

I TRIED TO BE OPTIMISTIC AND TELL MYSELF THAT THERE WAS NOTHING MORE THEY COULD

DO. EVEN AS I TRIED TO TALK MYSELF INTO THIS FALSE SENSE OF REALITY, THE FEAR 

TORE AT MY VERY SOUL. AGAIN I CHECKED THE TIME, I WOULD HAVE TO START DRESSING 

IN ABOUT 45 MINUTES. I LIT ANOTHER CIGARETTE AND CLOSED MY EYES. IN SECONDS MY 

MIND WENT INVOLUNTARILY BACK TO DR. KIMS OFFICE.

     THERE I WAS BOUND TO THE TABLE WITH THE 3 WOMEN STILL EXAMINING MY TORTURED 

AND GROTESQUE BREASTS. SOME OF THE COMMENTS THEY MADE WERE AS BAD AS THE NEEDLES 

BEING PLUNGED INTO ME. THE DR. WAS SAYING HOW THE NEXT TIME SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO 

USE MORE SYRINGES AND INJECT MORE FLUID. MRS. WINSTON, APPARENTLY NOT SATISFIED 

WITH WHAT THEY HAD ALREADY DONE, WAS ASKING WHAT ELSE COULD BE DONE NOW. SHE WAS 

TELLING THE OTHER 2 HOW IN HER OPINION I WAS GETTING OFF TOO EASILY. AS

TERRIBLE AS IT WAS HEARING WHAT THEY WERE SAYING, I FELT A SMALL SENSE OF 

RELIEF, THINKING THEY THROUGH FOR NOW. BUT AS I HAD BEEN ON MORE THAN 1 OCCASION 

SINCE THIS NIGHTMARE STARTED, I WAS WRONG. THE DR. AGAIN WITH A SMILE ON HER 

FACE REMINDED THE OTHERS THAT SHE STILL HAD NOT TAKEN A BLOOD SAMPLE. I REMEMBER 

NOW HOW I FELT AN INSTANT KNOT DEEP IN MY STOMACH. I HAD SEEN THAT SMILE BEFORE 

AND KNEW IT MEANT I WOULD BE MADE TO ENDURE MORE ANGUISH. MRS. WINSTONS ATTITUDE

CHANGED IMMEDIATELY. SHE BEGAN TO QUESTION THE DR. AS TO WHERE SHE WOULD TAKE IT 

FROM. THE LOOK ON MY FACE MUST HAVE TOLD THE DR. I WAS AGAIN SUFFERING FROM THE 

MENTAL TORTURE, SO SHE SEIZED THE OPPORTUNITY. SHE BEGAN TO TELL THE OTHERS SOME 

OF HER FAVORITE SPOTS. AFTER SHE MADE 2 OR 3 SUGGESTIONS, I WAS SCREAMING AND 

BEGGING. AFTER A SHORT DEBATE IT WAS DECIDED THAT 1 OF THE VEINS IN MY BREASTS 

WOULD BE USED SINCE THEY WERE VERY PROMINENT. AS RIDICULOUS AS IT SOUNDS I

WAS RELIEVED. THE OTHER AREAS SHE DISCUSSED WERE MY CLITORIS OR THE LIPS OF MY 

PUSSY. I RECALL HOW I BEGGED HER NOT TO HURT ME ANYMORE AS SHE TOOK OUT ANOTHER 

SYRINGE. SHE PAID NO ATTENTION TO MY PLEAS AND JUST INSERTED THE NEEDLE INTO THE 

TOP OF MY BREAST. ALTHOUGH PAINFUL IT WAS IN NO WAY AS BAD AS WHAT SHE HAD 

ALREADY DONE. WATCHING THE NEEDLE PUNCTURE MY SWOLLEN BREAST WAS PROBABLY WORSE 

THAN THE ACTUAL PAIN. MERCIFULLY IT WAS OVER VERY QUICKLY. I REMEMBER HOW 

TOTALLY EXHAUSTED AND BEATEN I JUST LAID THERE SOBBING IN MY BONDS. AFTER A

FEW MINUTES OF DISCUSSION BY MY TORMENTORS MRS. WINSTON TOLD GOLDIE TO RELEASE 

ME. WAVES OF EMOTION SWEPT OVER ME. I HAD SURVIVED, THEY WERE THROUGH HURTING 

ME, I COULD GO HOME. I WAS WRONG AGAIN. AFTER ALL THE STRAPS WERE REMOVED I WAS 

MADE TO STAND AND THE WOMEN TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXAMINE ME. I REMEMBER HOW I 

WAS MADE TO WALK AROUND THE ROOM AS THEY MADE REMARKS ABOUT WHAT THEY HAD DONE 

AND WOULD DO IN THE FUTURE. I WAS STILL IN A LOT OF PAIN AND STUMBLED SEVERAL 

TIMES CAUSING THEM TO LAUGH AS THEY GRABBED THE ABUSED PORTIONS OF MY BODY. 

FINALLY GOLDIE WAS TOLD TO HELP ME TO THE BATHROOM AND CLEAN ME UP. THE LARGE 

WOMAN GRABBED ME AND HEADED IN THE DIRECTION OF A HIDDEN DOOR. SHE MUST HAVE 

FELT THAT THIS WAS HER OPPORTUNITY TO CAUSE ME ADDITIONAL PAIN AS SHE PLACED HER 

HAND ON MY SWOLLEN AND SENSITIVE BREAST. I WAS OPENLY CRYING AS MUCH FROM THE

PAIN AS FROM THE HUMILIATION OF THE SESSION. ONCE IN THE SMALL BUT WELL 

APPOINTED BATHROOM, ANY DIGNITY I HAD, GONE, I JUST SAT ON THE BOWL AND EMPTIED 

MY BLADDER IN THE NORMAL WAY. I FELT AN ACUTE BURNING SENSATION AND TOLD GOLDIE. 

HER RESPONSE WAS THAT I BETTER GET USED TO THE FEELING SINCE THEY WOULD USE THE 

CATHETER OFTEN. I JUST SAT WITH MY FACE BURIED IN MY HANDS QUIETLY SOBBING. THE 

BLACK MAID SPENT THE TIME BY TAUNTING ME SAYING THAT I WAS CRYING NEEDLESSLY.

SHE TOLD ME I HAD BETTER RESIGN MYSELF TO THE FACT THAT THIS WAS ONLY A MILD 

INTRODUCTION, AND IT WOULD GET MUCH WORSE. HER WORDS ONLY MADE THE WHOLE 

SITUATION WORSE. SHE THEN SHOCKED ME BACK TO REALITY BY GRABBING A HANDFUL OF 

HAIR AND JERKING ME TO MY FEET. I WAS ORDERED TO WASH MY FACE, FIX MY MAKE UP 

AND STRAIGHTEN MY HAIR. I WAS QUICK TO OBEY, NOT WANTING TO MAKE THIS WOMAN 

ANGRY. I WAS USHERED BACK INTO THE EXAMINATION ROOM. MRS. WINSTON AND THE DR. 

WERE BOTH DRESSED AND TOLD ME TO PUT MY BRA BACK ON, AND FOLLOW THEM UPSTAIRS. 

THE THOUGHT OF HOW TIGHT IT HAD BEEN BEFORE BROUGHT AN IMMEDIATE PROTEST

FROM ME. I SAID THAT IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE BECAUSE OF SWELLING AND THE PAIN IT 

WOULD CAUSE. MRS. WINSTON BECAME VERY ANGRY AND TOLD GOLDIE TO PUT IT ON ME, 

SAYING I HAD BETTER LEARN HOW TO TAKE ORDERS. THE MAID CAME UP BEHIND ME AND 

ROUGHLY PUT THE BRA AROUND MY CHEST AND TRIED TO FASTEN IT. THE PRESSURE ON MY 

BREASTS WAS MORE THAN I COULD STAND AND I BROKE FREE AND TRIED TO RUN FOR THE 

DOOR. I REMEMBER HOW I PULLED AT IT BEFORE I REALIZED IT WAS LOCKED. THE 3

WOMEN SURROUNDED ME AND DRAGGED ME SCREAMING TO THE CENTER OF THE ROOM. WITH THE 

CATTLE PROD IN HER HAND MRS WINSTON TOLD ME TO STAND STILL WHILE THE BRA WAS 

FASTENED AROUND ME. UNDER THE THREAT OF THE CATTLE PROD I STOOD MOTIONLESS AS 

GOLDIE AND THE DR. FORCED MY SWOLLEN BREASTS INTO THE CONSTRICTING BRA. IT FELT 

AS IF A STEEL BAND WAS BEING TIGHTENED AROUND ME. THE PAIN IN MY BREASTS WERE 

REACHING THE SAME HEIGHTS AS WHEN THE FLUID WAS BEING INJECTED. I FELT WAVES

OF NAUSEA SWEEP OVER ME BUT I WAS TO TERRIFIED TO MOVE. THE BRA WAS FINALLY IN 

PLACE. THE TRIO STOOD IN FRONT OF ME ADMIRING THE EFFECTS. AS I LOOKED DOWN ALL 

I COULD SEE WAS 2 BULGING MOUNDS OF ANGRY RED FLESH CRISSCROSSED BY BRIGHT BLUE 

VEINS AND HIDEOUS BLACK AND BLUE MARKS. I REMEMBER HOW MY MIND REFUSED TO ACCEPT 

THE FACT THAT THEY WERE MINE. THE SOUND OF MRS. WINSTON SCREAMING AT ME JARRED 

ME BACK TO ATTENTION. I WAS ORDERED TO FOLLOW HER AND THE OTHERS. WE LEFT THE

ROOM AND WALKED BACK UPSTAIRS TO AN ORNATE OFFICE. THE PAIN OF THE TORTURES I 

HAD ENDURED AND THE TIGHT UNDERWEAR MADE THE SHORT WALK SEEM LIKE MILES. EACH 

BREATH BROUGHT A STABBING PAIN TO MY CHEST AND EACH STEP REMINDED ME OF THE 

VIOLATION OF MY 2 LOWER OPENINGS. AS THE 3 WOMEN MADE THEMSELVES COMFORTABLE I 

WAS ORDERED TO STAND AT ATTENTION. I RECALL HOW MRS. WINSTON BEGAN TO GIVE ME 

MORE DETAILS OF MY ENSLAVEMENT. THE FIRST THING SHE SAID WAS ASSUMING ALL THE 

TESTS CAME BACK SATISFACTORILY WE WOULD PROCEED WITH THE ARRANGEMENT. IF

NOT SHE WOULD CALL THE POLICE AND HAVE ME ARRESTED AND SENT TO PRISON. NEXT I 

WAS TO ADDRESS HER AND HER GROUP AS MASTER AND MISTRESS. THEY WOULD BE MADE 

KNOWN TO ME SHORTLY. I WAS TO FOLLOW ANY COMMAND GIVEN ME AND WOULD BE SEVERELY 

PUNISHED FOR ANY DISOBEDIENCE. I WAS ALSO INFORMED THAT THE FIRST PARTY AS SHE 

CALLED IT WOULD BE IN 2 WEEKS ON A SATURDAY NIGHT. IT WOULD BEGIN AT 7 PM AND 

LAST FOR AT LEAST 12 HOURS. I WOULD BE PICKED UP AND BROUGHT BACK HOME BY LIMO.

IF I REQUIRED ANY MEDICAL ATTENTION THAT WOULD BE HANDLED BY DR. KIM. I WOULD 

ALSO RECEIVE FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS PRIOR TO EACH PARTY. THEY MIGHT INVOLVE BEING 

FITTED FOR SPECIAL CLOTHING, FINDING CERTAIN ARTICLES, RECEIVING REQUIRED 

TREATMENTS OR SUBMITTING TO PERIODIC MEDICAL EXAMINATIONS AT THE HANDS OF THE 

DR. I RECALL AS I STOOD THERE TRYING TO ABSORB WHAT SHE WAS SAYING, I FELT AS IF 

LIFE AS I KNEW IT HAD COME TO AN END. I WAS THE UNWILLING CAPTIVE TO A GROUP OF

SADISTIC LUNATICS. AS BAD AS THE THINGS I HAD JUST HEARD WERE, HER NEXT WORDS 

PUT ME OVER THE EDGE AND HAD ME ON MY KNEES BEGGING. I WAS TOLD THAT IN ORDER TO 

COMPLETE MY FIRST LESSON I WOULD HAVE TO BE PUNISHED FOR TRYING TO ESCAPE THE 

EXAMINATION ROOM. IT WOULD ALSO SERVE TO SHOW MY WILLINGNESS TO OBEY. AS IF SHE 

WAS TELLING ME TO PERFORM SOME SIMPLE OFFICE TASK, SHE WENT ON. I WAS TOLD TO 

BEND OVER THE EDGE OF THE DESK AND HOLD THE OPPOSITE SIDE. SHE EXPLAINED HOW I

WAS TO SPREAD MY LEGS AND NOT MOVE AS GOLDIE WHIPPED MY ASS AND THE BACKS OF MY 

THIGHS. IF I RESISTED OR DID NOT KEEP THE POSITION I WOULD BE TIED DOWN AND 

RECEIVE DOUBLE THE AMOUNT OF STROKES. I REMEMBER HOW I KNELT AT HER FEET CRYING 

AND BEGGING THEM NOT TO DO ANYMORE. SHE JUST LOOKED DOWN AT ME WITH A LOOK OF 

TOTAL CONTEMPT AND SAID TO GET OVER THE DESK. I STAYED ON THE FLOOR LOOKING INTO 

THEIR  FACES, SEARCHING FOR A SIGN OF COMPASSION, BUT FOUND NONE. INSTEAD MY

EYES FELL UPON THE DREADED CATTLE PROD IN MRS. WINSTONS HAND. I HAD NO CHOICE 

BUT OBEY, ANYTHING WOULD BE BETTER THAN THE PARALYZING PAIN OF THAT MURDEROUS 

INSTRUMENT. AGAIN BEATEN AND RESIGNED TO MY FATE I GOT UP AND SLOWLY APPROACHED 

THE DESK. I LOOKED BACK 1 LAST TIME AND KNEW THERE WOULD BE NO REPRIEVE. MRS. 

WINSTON AND THE DR. WERE MOVING THEIR CHAIRS IN ORDER TO GET A BETTER VIEW OF MY 

PUNISHMENT,  DEGRADATION AND SUBMISSION. LOGICALLY I KNEW THERE WAS NO OTHER

ALTERNATIVE. I WOULD HAVE TO LEARN TO ACCEPT MY NEW ROLE AS A SLAVE. AS I BENT 

OVER THE DESK GOLDIE TOLD ME TO GRASP THE OPPOSITE EDGE. THAT WAS JUST ANOTHER 

LESSON IN HOW DIABOLICAL THESE PEOPLE REALLY WERE. AS SOON AS MY BREASTS CAME IN 

CONTACT WITH THE SURFACE I SCREECHED AND STOOD STRAIGHT UP. I REMEMBER LOOKING 

AT THE WOMEN AND SAYING HOW I WAS IN TOO MUCH PAIN TO LAY ON THE DESK. BEFORE MY

SENTENCE WAS COMPLETE ROPES WERE BEING APPLIED TO MY WRISTS. MRS. WINSTON WAS 

PLEASED TO INFORM ME THAT MY REACTION WAS ANTICIPATED AND NOW I WOULD BE BOUND 

AND RECEIVE DOUBLE. GOLDIE TIED THE ROPES TO THE LEGS OF THE DESK CAUSING MOST 

OF MY WEIGHT TO FALL ON MY TORTURED BREASTS. NEXT MY ANKLES WERE TIED TO THE 

OPPOSITE LEGS SPREADING ME OUT TOTALLY. ALL I COULD DO WAS LAY THERE AND WHIMPER 

AS MUCH FROM EMBARRASSMENT AS FROM THE PAIN. AS I LOOKED UP I SAW GOLDIE HOLDING 

A WIDE LEATHER STRAP ABOUT 18 INCHES LONG WITH A SHORT WOODEN HANDLE. I HAD 

NEVER SEEN ANY KIND OF WHIP BEFORE AND HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING THE SEVERITY OF 

THIS INSTRUMENT, BUT I WOULD LEARN ALL TO QUICKLY. MRS. WINSTON MADE THE 

ANNOUNCEMENT THAT I WAS TO GET 6, BUT DO TO MY LACK OF DISCIPLINE I WOULD NOW 

RECEIVE 12. I REMEMBER THINKING HOW THIS WAS THE WORST PART OF A TRULY TERRIBLE 

EVENING. HERE I WAS A 38 YEAR OLD INTELLIGENT, INDEPENDENT FEMALE BOUND TO A 

DESK IN PROVOCATIVE LINGERIE ABOUT TO BE WHIPPED LIKE A CHILD. TO MAKE MATTERS 

WORSE I WOULD BE BEATEN BY A WOMAN FOR THE PLEASURE OF 2 OTHER WOMEN.

     NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THE FIRST STROKE OF THE STRAP. IT 

CRASHED DOWN ON ME WITH THE FORCE OF A BASEBALL BAT. THE PAIN WAS INCREDIBLE. I 

WAS INSTANTLY SCREAMING AND TEARING AT THE ROPES. THIS PAIN WAS NEW AND 

DIFFERENT. THE NEEDLES AND THE RAPE WERE AN ACUTE PAIN, THIS WAS JUST SAVAGE 

BRUTALITY. THE SECOND STROKE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY, AS IT SLAMMED INTO ME. MY 

ATTEMPTS TO BREAK FREE ONLY ADDED TO THE INTENSE PAIN IN MY CHEST. AS THE 

BEATING CONTINUED I WAS SURE THE FLESH WAS BEING RIPPED FROM MY ASS. AT ONE 

POINT I LOOKED OVER MY SHOULDER TO SEE THIS MASSIVE NEAR NAKED BLACK WOMAN 

SWINGING THE STRAP AND AGAIN FELT THE AGONY OF THE BLOW. I LOST TRACK OF

EVERYTHING AROUND ME. I WAS BEING CONSUMED BY THE BRUTALITY OF THE BEATING. AS 

TERRIBLE AS THE BLOWS TO MY ASS WERE THEY PALED IN COMPARISON TO THE LAST FEW ON 

MY SPREAD THIGHS. IN A DAZED STATE I RECALL THE ROPES BEING REMOVED AND THINKING 

IT WAS OVER. I AWOKE ON THE FLOOR WITH THE DR. HOLDING SMELLING SALTS UNDER MY 

NOSE. I WAS TOO EXHAUSTED TO EVEN MOVE. MY ENTIRE BODY WAS A MASS OF PAIN AND IT

WAS HARD TO FOCUS MY THOUGHTS. MY FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO LOOK AROUND TO MY ASS 

CHEEKS, I WAS SURE THEY WERE A BLOODY MESS. INSTEAD OF BLOOD I SAW A MASS OF 

BLACK AND BLUE SWOLLEN FLESH, FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE CINCHER TO THE TOPS OF THE 

STOCKINGS. I TOUCHED THE AREA AND FELT A SERIES OF RIDGES RUNNING PARALLEL TO 

EACH OTHER. WHERE THE STRAP CAME IN CONTACT WITH THE STOCKINGS, THE NYLON WAS 

TORN TO SHREDS. THE SKIN FELT AS IF IT WAS ON FIRE, AND THROBBED IN AN

UNMERCIFUL WAY. I REMAINED SPRAWLED ON THE FLOOR SOBBING AND TRYING TO COLLECT 

MY THOUGHTS. I COULD NOT BELIEVE THE PAIN OF THE WHIPPING. IN ITS OWN WAY IT WAS 

THE WORST THING SO FAR. I RECALL MRS. WINSTON LOOKING DOWN AT ME WITH THAT NOW 

FAMILIAR GRIN, TELLING ME TO GET UP AND STOP CARRYING ON. AS I STRUGGLED TO MY 

FEET SHE THREW MY DRESS AT ME AND TOLD ME TO GET DRESSED, IT WAS TIME TO LEAVE. 

SHE ADDED AS THE ULTIMATE INSULT THAT SHE DID NOT WANT TO BE LATE FOR A DINNER

ENGAGEMENT. GOLDIE HELPED ME PUT MY DRESS ON AND THE 2 WOMAN SAID GOODBYE TO THE 

DR. AND WALKED ME TO THE LIMO. I WAS BARELY ABLE TO WALK AND THEY ALMOST CARRIED 

ME. THE PAIN WAS SO SEVERE I DID NOT EVEN CARE ABOUT THE LOOKS I WAS GETTING 

FROM THE CHAUFFEUR. ONCE IN THE CAR I KNEW I COULD NOT SIT AND JUST SLUMPED ONTO 

MY SIDE ON THE FLOOR. IT SEEMED AS THOUGH I HAD LOST ALL DIGNITY AND SELF 

RESPECT. THE SHORT RIDE TO MY APARTMENT LASTED FOR EVER. MRS. WINSTON AND

GOLDIE TALKED ABOUT FUTURE PLANS FOR ME AS IF I WERE NOT PRESENT. AT THAT POINT 

I WAS BEYOND CARING. WHEN WE ARRIVED GOLDIE WAS TOLD TO ASSIST ME AND MRS. 

WINSTON COLDLY REMINDED ME TO BE ON TIME FOR WORK ON MONDAY. I RECALL HOW I 

STRUGGLED UPSTAIRS TO THE SAFETY OF MY BEDROOM.

     AND NOW 2 WEEKS LATER, HERE I WAS BACK IN MY BEDROOM, LOOKING AT THE CLOCK 

KNOWING IT WAS TIME TO GET DRESSED. I WAS VERY UPSET WITH THE PROSPECTS OF WHAT 

WAS WAITING FOR ME. BUT I WAS EQUALLY UPSET WITH THE DAY I HAD JUST SPENT. NOT 

SEEING JOHN ALWAYS HAD A BAD EFFECT ON ME. NOW THE FACT THAT HE WAS MAD AT ME 

MADE EVERYTHING WORSE. HOW WOULD I BE ABLE TO HANDLE HIS CALL TOMORROW. WHAT

CONDITION WOULD I BE IN, WOULD I EVEN BE ABLE TO TALK AT ALL. AFTER THE INCIDENT 

AT THE DRS. OFFICE I HAD TO TELL HIM I WAS VERY SICK AND COULD NOT SEE HIM OR 

EVEN TALK VERY MUCH. WHEN I DID FINALLY SEE HIM ON THE FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY I 

LIED ABOUT STILL FEELING ILL AND ASKED HIM TO LEAVE EARLY. ALL NIGHT I WAS IN 

TERRIBLE FEAR OF THE BRUISES ON MY BODY AND WAS AFRAID OF ANY INTIMATE CONTACT. 

THAT WAS ONE TIME I WAS GLAD JOHN IS NOT AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON. I WOULD HAVE TO 

FIGURE OUT A WAY TO DEAL WITH OUR SEX LIFE, AS I WAS NOT SURE WHAT DAMAGE

WOULD BE DONE TO ME. THE ONLY ENCOURAGING THING WAS THE FACT THAT I WAS 

COMPLETELY HEALED FROM THE BEATING AND THE INJECTIONS IN ABOUT A WEEK. I 

RESIGNED MYSELF TO TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME. NO USE WORRYING ABOUT NEXT WEEK OR 

EVEN TOMORROW, I HAD TO GET THROUGH TONIGHT FIRST.

     I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM FOR A QUICK SHOWER AS PER MRS. WINSTONS 

INSTRUCTIONS. ALL THE OTHER HYGIENIC PREPARATIONS HAD BEEN COPLETED EARLIER. THE 

NOTE WAS ALSO VERY EXPLICITE AS TO HAIR AND MAKE UP, SO I TOOK A LITTLE EXTRA 

TIME AT THE MIRROR. APPLYING THE MAKE UP AS SUGGESTED IN THE NOTE I ALMOST CRIED 

WITH THE IRONY OF THE SITUATION. HERE I WAS GETTING MADE UP TO BE TORTURED AND 

USED AS A SEX OBJECT BY A GROUP OF PERVERTS. I COULD NOT HELP FEELING SORRY FOR 

MYSELF. WHAT A DISASTER I HAD MADE OF MY LIFE. AND NOT EVEN FOR ANY GOOD REASON. 

I NEVER EVEN WORE MOST OF THE THINGS I BOUGHT WITH THE MONEY I HAD STOLLEN. ALL 

THESE THOUGHTS WOULD DO ME NO GOOD NOW, I HAD TO BE STRONG IN ORDER TO SURVIVE 

THE IMPENDING ORDEAL. AS MUCH AS I TRIED NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT, I COULD NOT KEEP 

MY MIND FROM WANDERING. WHAT FORMS OF PUNISHMENT WOULD BE USED ON ME, WHAT KIND 

OF SEX ACTS WOULD I BE FORCED TO PERFORM. THE HORROR OF BEING WITH ANOTHER 

WOMAN. AS THE TIME FOR THE FIRST PARTY WAS ALMOST HERE, ALL THE THOUGHTS AND

FEARS WERE AT A FEVER PITCH.

     ALL OTHER PREPARATIONS COMPLETE, I WENT TO THE BOTTOM OF MY CLOSET AND TOOK 

OUT THE PACKAGE OF CLOTHING I WAS GIVEN. THE NOTE SAID THAT I MUST WEAR ONLY 

WHAT WAS IN THE PACKAGE WITH A COAT OVER IT. I HAD NOT GIVEN IT ANY ADVANCE 

THOUGHT, BUT AS I OPENED THE BAG THE SAME FEELINGS AS I HAD IN THE OFFICE LADIES 

ROOM WITH GOLDIE RETURNED. I WAS STARING AT SEVERAL PIECES OF STRANGE LINGERIE. 

FIRST WAS A WHITE HEAVILY CONSTRUCTED 1/2 CUP PUSH UP BRA. WITHOUT EVEN

PUTTING IT ON I KNEW I WOULD BE VERY LEWDLY EXPOSED AND DISPLAYED IN THIS 

GARMENT. BEING BARE BREASTED WOULD BE LESS EMBARRASSING. NEXT WAS A WHITE OLD 

FASHIONED GARTER BELT, ALSO HEAVILY CONSTRUCTED WITH 6 GARTERS. THE NEXT ARTICLE 

WAS THE STRANGEST OF ALL. IT WAS AN ESPECIALLY MADE WAIST CINCHER. IT WAS 

REINFORCED WITH STEEL RODS, BUT OF MOST CONCERN WERE THE 4 STEEL RINGS IN THE 

FRONT, BACK AND SIDES. I WAS AFRAID TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE THEIR PURPOSE. THIS ALSO 

WAS WHITE. TO FINISH THE ENSEMBLE WAS A PAIR OF BLACK NYLONS AND A PAIR OF RED

COME FUCK ME SHOES, AS I CALL THEM. JUST LOOKING AT THE UNDERWEAR HAD ME FLUSHED 

WITH EMBARRASSMENT. THE THOUGHT OF BEING EXHIBITED IN FRONT OF, AS I HAD BEEN 

TOLD , AT LEAST 6 PEOPLE, DRESSED LIKE THIS. I FOUGHT TO HOLD BACK THE TEARS AS 

I BEGAN TO DRESS. THE BRA WAS VERY TIGHT AND HARD TO GET ON AND AS EXPECTED 

EXPOSED MORE THAN IT CONCEALED. MY 34-D BREASTS APPEARED AS THEY HAD AFTER THE 

INJECTIONS. THEY WERE ALMOST TWICE THEIR NORMAL SIZE AND STOOD HIGH ON MY CHEST.

THE DESIGN OF THE CUPS LEFT THE NIPPLES EXPOSED BUT OTHERWISE HELD FIRMLY. 

LOOKING IN THE MIRROR I HAD ONE THOUGHT ONLY, TOTAL VULNERABILITY. THE GARTER 

BELT FIT PERFECTLY AND I COULD NOT HELP THINKING, WAS EVEN ATTRACTIVE, AS WERE 

THE NYLONS. UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES I WOULD ENJOY WEARING THEM. THE 

CINCHER WAS A NIGHTMARE. IT WAS SO TIGHT IT TOOK SEVERAL ATTEMPTS TO EVEN GET 1

HOOK CAUGHT. HAVING LONG FINGER NAILS I OFTEN HAVE A TOUGH TIME WITH BUTTONS AND 

HOOKS, BUT BY THE TIME THIS WAS FASTENED I WAS IN A SWEAT. IT WAS SO TIGHT 

AROUND MY NORMALLY SMALL WAIST I HAD THE FELLING THAT MY INTERNAL ORGANS WERE 

BEING REARRANGED. ONCE IT WAS ADJUSTED IN ITS PROPER POSITION, NORMAL MOVEMENT 

BECAME DIFFICULT, EVEN BREATHING WAS A CHORE. LOOKING DOWN I COULD NOT HELP BUT 

WONDER WHAT PURPOSE THE RINGS WOULD SERVE. AS I WAS ABOUT TO TRY AND FIGURE

OUT THEIR PURPOSE I REALIZED IT WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES BEFORE 6. MY INSTRUCTIONS 

WERE VERY PRECISE ABOUT BEING IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE READY TO BE PICKED UP A 

EXACTLY 6 PM. I SLIPPED ON THE SHOES AND ALMOST STUMBLED AT THE FIRST STEP DUE 

TO THE HEIGHT OF THE HEELS, THEY WERE HIGHEST I HAD EVER WORN. AS I WENT TO THE 

CLOSET FOR MY COAT I COULD NOT HELP STOPPING IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR AND TAKING A 

GOOD LOOK AT MYSELF. THE IMAGE REFLECTING BACK COULD NOT BE ME. THE WOMAN I SAW

WAS INDEED BEAUTIFUL, BUT ALSO VERY EXPOSED AND VULNERABLE. THE MOST OBVIOUS 

PART OF THE PICTURE WERE THE EYES, THEY HAD A LOOK OF FEAR, SADNESS, DESPAIR, 

AND NO HOPE WHATEVER. THEY HAD THE LOOK OF A SLAVE.

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Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence,

rape and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or who is

offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance

to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. I welcome comments and

suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

A Year of Slavery # 2-1

" The First Party "

By;debs

Edited by; Johnny P

The limousine arrived precisely at 6 pm. The chauffeur quickly and

silently opened the door for me to get in. To my embarrassment I

realized he was the same man who had driven me to the Drs. office and

home after my first ordeal. He had seen the condition I was in and

heard me sobbing in the back seat. As our eyes briefly met I felt a

hot flush come over me. I wondered exactly what did he know? What kind

of a person did he think I was? Did he know what horrors awaited me?

He remained silent as I slid into the back of the car. As expected

sitting was not an easy task. The strange undergarments made it very

uncomfortable. Within minutes we were on the expressway headed out of

Brooklyn towards Long Island. I had made this trip several times

during my employment to Mr. Winston. Those trips had been either for

meetings or social events. This time would be much different. We drove

in complete silence. This only made the journey seem longer. I could

not help wondering what was in the chauffeurs mind. Did he know why I

was being brought to the Winstons. Had he driven other women to the

same fate that awaited me. My mind was a maze of questions. The deeper

into thought I ventured, the more confused I became. The thought of

demanding to be brought back home even crossed my mind. That was

quickly replaced by the fear of the consequences.

I had in fact signed a contract and confession of guilt. If for any

reason I did not follow the instructions I would be arrested

immediately and sent to prison. As much as I feared my impending

ordeals, the thought of five years in the place I had seen in the

video left me little choice. The silence and the fear were working on

my nervous system so I ventured to try a conversation. I asked how

long before we arrived at our destination. My reply was complete

silence. Out of frustration I asked if he knew the purpose of my trip.

The only reply was a quick backward glance in my direction. I realized

any effort to communicate was futile, this man was well trained. Again

I sat back in my seat trying to find a somewhat comfortable position.

As I looked out of the window I saw a sign that read exit 36 1 mile.

We were almost at the Winstons home. I knew from past experience it

would only be about another ten minutes before we arrived. I

immediately felt a knot start to form deep in the pit of my stomach.

The terror of what would happen to me was again beginning to take its

toll. My body was starting to shake uncontrollably and I felt my heart

pounding in my chest. I opened the window to get some air as I felt a

wave of nausea come over me. I took several deep breaths and tried to

control my fears. I knew I had to regain my composure or I was truly

doomed.                                    I had gone over this night

in my mind many times and resigned myself to the fact that I would

have to use all my strength and will power to survive. I looked up in

time to see the chauffeur almost staring at me through the rear view

mirror. I felt instantly embarrassed at the spectacle I was making of

myself. I rolled up the window and sat back in the seat not wishing to

further humiliate myself. I lit a cigarette thinking this could be the

last for quite a while. As I tried to relax for the last few minutes

of the journey my mind took over and brought into focus all the

thoughts I had been having for the past two weeks.         I had

resigned myself to certain facts. I was sure I would be exhibited like

some prize animal. The lingerie I was wearing made that very obvious.

The fact that I would be beaten and tortured in various ways was made

very clear to me by comments made by the Winstons. I also knew I would

be used in many different ways as a sex slave by the group of men and

women. The thought of being forced into various sexual acts with the

men was horrible, but I knew I could get through that. It was the

prospect of sex with the women that was totally revolting.

I had never been with a woman and for some strange reason feared them

much more than I feared the men. It was probably a fear of the

unknown. There was nothing sexual a man could do to me that had not

been done before. I quickly thought of the worst case scenario. I

might be forced to give someone a blow-job. I've done that before.

Although it was not high on my list, I would get through it. I also

thought of the possibility of being fucked in the ass. Again, I had

done it before and would survive. The women were different. I had seen

videos showing women having sex with each other. The thought of

sucking another breast or eating someone's pussy absolutely turned my

stomach. As I began to delve deeper into these most distressing

thoughts the car made a sudden turn. As I looked up I realized we were

in the driveway of the Winstons house. As we drove up to the front

door we passed three large imported luxury cars which I had never seen

before. The one closest to the door was a new Mercedes 600 SEL. It was

black with dark tinted windows. For some strange reason just the

appearance of that car sent a shiver through my body. It reminded me

of old war movies I had seen were the German Gestapo had similar cars.

They would take some poor woman away to be tortured. The only

difference here was I was coming to them. The chauffeur opened my door

and extended his hand to help me out. Getting out of the car was even

more difficult than getting in. The constricting clothing I was

wearing made movement awkward. As I stretched my leg out to the

pavement my coat parted revealing me almost to the waist. As I looked

up the chauffeurs eyes was locked on my near nakedness. His greedy

stare was taking in the fact that I was not wearing anything but the

garter belt under the coat leaving my pussy totally exposed. As I

looked up my eyes met his and to my surprise I detected a sympathetic

look.

Before I had a chance to say a word, he in a kind and gentle tone told

me to be strong and hang in. He also assured me that he would be there

to make sure I was all right, and got home safely. His change of

attitude caught me off guard. Before I could think about it the door

opened and Goldie was telling me to come inside. As I walked into the

large entrance hall I heard the door close behind me. The sound made

me realize how alone and vulnerable I was. It served to remind me of

the title I had been given, slave. I was startled by Goldies voice.

She sarcastically told me how good it was to see me again. As I looked

in her direction I could not help seeing the way she was looking at

me. I had seen the same hungry glare in the Drs. office and the ladies

room at work. I quickly turned my focus from her eyes to what she was

wearing. It was not her normal maids uniform. Instead it was a tight

black dress, dark stockings and black high heels.

Before I had a chance to analyze the maids strange attire my thoughts

were interrupted by the sound of spike heels on the marble floor. It

was Mrs. Winston. As she approached all my deepest fears surfaced and

I felt my body begin to involuntarily shake. I had to reach deep into

myself to find the strength to regain what little composure I had

left. As she came closer I could not help noticing her clothes. She

was wearing a short red leather skirt, a black silk blouse, black

nylons and red high heels. It was in total contrast to her normally

conservative style. Instead of any kind of greeting she said in a

stern voice that it was a good thing I was on time. Next I was asked

if I was wearing what she had provided, and if I had followed all the

instructions I had been given. The look on her face and the tone of

her voice frightened me. In a panic I mentally retraced all the

preparations I had put myself through. Because of the fear this woman

had instilled in me without thinking I confessed to not completing the

last enema.          Mrs. Winston became angry and demanded to know

why. I told her I had tried my best but could not hold as much as she

had instructed. With a smirk on her face she said that was too bad and

that other provisions would be made in the future. I was afraid to ask

what she meant. Next I was ordered to remove my coat so she could see

how I looked. Goldie took my bag and my fingers began to fumble with

the buttons of my last remaining line of defense. No sooner was the

last button undone did Goldie practically rip the coat off my

shoulders.                             Both women wasted little time

surveying the bizarre costume I had been ordered to wear. They both

feasted on my near nakedness. Slowly they walked around me to glimpse

every angle. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Finally Mrs.

Winston looked directly at me and congratulated herself on the fine

selection and fit. Her only complaint was that the hooks on the

cincher should be tighter and ordered Goldie to make the adjustment.

Despite my protests concerning the difficulty in breathing, the

cincher was immediately made smaller.                          The

effect was devastating. It felt as if my rib cage was being crushed.

The simple act of taking a breath caused pain and discomfort. My

protests were answered by being told that I would get used to it and

soon would have other problems to think about.

Next Goldie was told to put the cuffs on me. There on a small table

were four leather straps which I had not noticed. As the maid began to

engulf my wrists in the fur lined straps, Mrs. Winston explained how

these cuffs had been made especially for me and would hold me in any

position they deemed appropriate, yet would not cause any bruises. As

two more were fastened to my ankles Mrs. Winston sarcastically said

that any bruises I did receive would not be visible to the general

public and would be confined to the area between my knees and neck.

After the four cuffs had been secured to Mrs. Winstons satisfaction I

learned what the rings on the sides of the cincher were for. By means

of small clips, my wrists were fastened to my sides. This left my

hands and arms immobile and of no use in trying to defend myself. It

also brought my shoulders back bringing my breasts into greater

prominence. Now totally satisfied, Mrs. Winston announced it was time

for me to meet the others. As I was led through the house I realized

for the first time that during my time in the hall I did not hear

sounds other than our own. Passing the living room and entering the

den I wondered where the others were. Could they be upstairs I thought

as we passed the stairway. We then stopped at a door which I had seen

many times but never noticed. I had just assumed it was a closet.

Suddenly Goldie produced a key and unlocked the door. It opened to a

long staircase which lead to the basement. In all my previous visits

to the house I never knew there was a floor below the main level. I

was told to follow Mrs. Winston as we began our decent with Goldie at

the rear. There was nothing at all peculiar about the stairway, it was

well decorated and luxuriously carpeted. As I slowly followed,

cautious of the extremely high heels, I felt a terrible sense of

danger. All of a sudden the recollection of the hidden room in the

basement of the Drs. office crashed into my mind. I felt the sudden

urge to turn and run but I knew there was no escaping my fate. I was

trapped in more ways than one. I could not believe my stupidity for

stealing the money in the first place. And the reason was even more

pathetic, to buy clothes.

The stairs led to a large ornate door which was also locked. This time

it was Mrs. Winston who produced the key and opened the door. As it

opened a wave of panic came over me and I turned and tried to run. I

knew once in the room I was truly doomed. Just as she had done before

Goldie grabbed me and easily forced me in as Mrs. Winston locked the

door behind us. Once inside I gazed at my surroundings in total awe.

It was an extremely large well lit room. The area closest to the door

resembled a well appointed living room. In the far corner to the left

was an area that looked exactly like a hospital operating room. It was

complete with white tile and overhead lights. The opposite corner

resembled a medieval dungeon. It had stone walls, floors and large

wooden devices. My only thought was what kind of hell had I entered.

This had to be some kind of nightmare. This could not be real. I could

not be here.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a womans muffled scream.

That was when I realized other people were already here. I squinted

towards the bright lights of the hospital area and focused on four

other figures. Just then the two women grabbed me by the arms and

pulled me towards the group, saying it was time to join the party.

The first person I recognized was Mr. Winston. His attire was strange

to me as I was used to always seeing him in a suit and tie. Now he

wore only black slacks and a magnificent black smoking jacket. Next my

eyes came to focus on the dreaded Dr. Kim. Just the sight of her along

with the memory of the excruciating pain she had caused brought bone

chilling fear. Then to my horror I recognized the woman from the

video. It was the prison wardress. Before her ominous figure had a

chance to fully register my eyes came upon a man whose very presence

commanded the room. He was tall, very well built, probably in his 50s

with long silver hair and absolutely gorgeous. He wore jeans, a white

dress shirt with too many buttons open and loafers the same color as

the slightly faded but perfectly tailored jeans. As he looked in my

direction I had to turn away in total embarrassment. I should be

meeting this man wearing an evening gown, not some lingerie that made

me a sexual exhibit.

I was so taken aback by the silver haired man that I stopped my

inspection of the room. A loud pained female moan made me look up

again. I now saw what had everyone's attention. There was a woman

strapped to the examining table. Although it was hard to see her I

could clearly hear her pained sobs. Mrs. Winston and Goldie both

started dragging me toward the group. Mrs. Winston was saying it was

time for me to be formally introduced. The first one to pay any

attention to me was the wardress.

She walked toward us with her eyes riveted to me. I could actually

feel her stare consuming every curve and crevice of my body. Her cat

like eyes seemed to have the ability to remove what little clothing I

did have on. Mrs. Winston then took the opportunity to formally

introduce us. She said Debbie I want you to meet Ms. Collins. She is

the wardress of the state prison for women. Before I could say or do

anything the wardress tilted my head back with one finger placed under

my chin. I had been looking at the floor afraid to look directly at

her. She continued her examination of me and finally told Mrs. Winston

what an excellent specimen she had found. She added that I was much

better in person and the pictures did me no justice. She was only

sorry that I did not choose to take the prison term because of all the

fun and games she was sure she would miss out on. She went on to say

that not only did she regret my decision but she was sure that the

guards and other inmates would have found me a choice morsel. As I

looked at this woman I found her even more attractive in person than I

had remembered from the video. She was taller and larger than I had

expected. Although her face was that of a mature woman, her body would

be envied by woman half her age.       Her clothing and jewelry were

magnificent, definitely Armani and Cartier. The understated elegance

of the black two piece suit did little to hide the voluptuous body it

tried to conceal. The more I looked at this woman the more I feared

her. That coupled with what I had seen her do in the video had me

biting my lip and digging my fingernails into my palms.

Just then the woman on the table let out a very loud moan and Mrs.

Winston suggested we see what was going on and meet the others. As we

got to the table Mrs. Winston said I of course knew Mr. Winston and

the Dr. but she wanted me to meet Mr. and Mrs. Gund. The man with the

silver hair turned toward me and in a thick German accent introduced

himself in an extremely cordial way as Herr Gund. He then gestured to

the table and said that the woman strapped down was his wife Laura. He

then took the opportunity to visually examine my exposed form and

congratulate Mrs. Winston on her fine acquisition. The man had a

definite air of self assurance and arrogance, yet he projected power

and wealth. The Mercedes parked outside had to be his, the car fit the

man. My mind was in turmoil. The room. The people. The knowledge of

why I was here. All I could do was stand there in silence. I

remembered my instructions. Never speak unless asked a question and

foremost never address anyone without the title Master or Mistress. I

thought of some of the things that were done to me already. I also

thought of what could be done now and in the future. This was after

all only the first of twelve such parties. I remembered Mrs. Winstons

words,"twelve parties, medical examinations, fittings and whatever

other preparations are necessary". I just stood there and silently

prayed I would be able to survive the up coming year. What tortures

would I be made to endure? How many sexual deviations would I be used

for? I wondered how I would manage to conduct a somewhat normal family

life? And most of all how would I keep John from finding out. A smack

to the back of my head by Goldie brought me to attention. Mrs. Winston

wanted me to come closer to the table so I would be able to see what

was being done to Laura. The closer I got the worse the sight became.

She was on her back well secured to the table by straps around her

wrists, ankles, thighs and a wide strap across the top of her breasts.

She also had a strap across her forehead much like the one I had on me

when I was at the Drs. office. The worst part of what I saw was the

large funnel that was strapped into her mouth. It was hard to see what

her face looked like because of the straps and the way her cheeks

bulged out.

She had long blonde hair and seemed to be about the same size as me.

She was wearing a black bra, garter belt and stockings. Her breasts

were not as large as mine but stood out well in the position she was

in. It was then that I noticed her stomach. It was very swollen and

for a minute I wondered if she were pregnant. I thought she might be

getting an enema but as I glanced down, saw no tube. I did notice a

large butt plug in her ass. I also saw the same type of catheter tube

coming out of her that was used on me. Just then she began to moan and

to my horror everything became clear.

The Dr. was pouring a pitcher of steaming liquid into the funnel.

Laura's reaction was instant. I watched her eyes bulge and heard her

muffled screams as the Dr. poured the hot liquid into her mouth. Her

stomach swelled even more and she was immediately covered in sweat. As

I had done when I was strapped to the table in the Drs. office, she

was pulling on the bonds and thrashing as much as possible. As the Dr.

emptied the pitcher she quickly reached for a full one and I heard

Laura scream as much as the funnel would allow.

I had to turn away. Watching this torture being done I realized that

it could as easily be me on the table. Mrs. Winston saw my reaction

and came closer to me and began to explain what was being done. She

told me that not only was Laura Mr. Gund's wife, she was also his

slave. She added that although Laura was a slave, she was allowed to

assume the role of dominant over other females.

She continued to explain how recently she had committed the

indiscretion of spitting out her husbands cum while giving him a blow

job. He had decided that some form of oral punishment would be in

order and took this opportunity to have the Dr. do it for him. She

went on to explain how the funnel was attached to a tube that was down

Lauras throat. She said that the Dr. planned to pour over a gallon of

hot soapy water into the woman and then leave her secured to the table

while she considers her terrible conduct. She also pointed out to me

that Laura had the catheter in her and was also well plugged with an

inflatable butt plug. That way she would have to hold the entire

contents until her husband thought she had suffered enough. Mrs.

Winstons last comment to me was to remember what I was seeing. She

said this could easily be done to me if I had any problems with giving

blow jobs, eating pussies, or anything else I might be ordered to do

with my mouth. I was then told that since this was my first time in

their so called playroom, I would be given a little tour. This would

help familiarize me with the various devices that in all probability

would be used on me. Mrs. Winston continued by needlessly pointing out

the fact that the area we now stood in was very much like the special

room in the basement of the Drs. office. The memories of what had been

done in that room came crashing into my brain.

The elaborate gynecological table to which Laura was bound being the

same as the one I had been bound to. All the tools necessary to

inflict the maximum amount of pain on a female were all present. The

same type of syringes that had been used on my breasts were all neatly

displayed. The mere sight of them caused a wave of nausea to overtake

me. I remembered the intense pain the fluids in my breasts had caused

and thought about the days of suffering I endured until the swelling

had gone down.

I saw an open cabinet which contained an assortment of dildos. Some

seemed too large to be used on any female. What made seeing them even

worse was the fact that I knew from experience how they could be used.

I had been given a small demonstration by Mrs. Winston. Looking at

some of the larger dildos I realized that the anal rape I received at

her hand could have been much worse. She must have seen the expression

on my face and asked what I found so interesting. Her question caught

me off guard and I replied without thought about the size of the

dildos. I was told not to be alarmed since the larger ones would not

be used on me until I was properly prepared.

She continued in her sarcastic tone to tell me how I would be

gradually stretched until I was able to take even the biggest one in

either of my openings. As much as I tried not to look at the bound

woman on the table a particularly loud moan caught my attention. As I

looked down at Laura, her stomach now even more grossly distended than

it had been only a few minutes ago, I realized she was begging through

the funnel. Mrs. Winston just looked down at her and said there was

nothing  she could do, the length of her ordeal was up to Mr. Gund and

the Dr.         The sight was too terrible for me to behold. Laura was

bathed in sweat, her eyes were glazed over and she was in

uncontrollably spasms. The sight of another woman being tortured was

not an easy thing to see. It only served to remind me of the

unenviable position I was in. A slight tug to my arm by Mrs. Winston

signaled the continuation of the tour.

I was now shown an area almost hidden from view just off the medical

section. It also was completely made of white tile and very well lit.

Before I was able to focus on the rooms contents, I was informed that

this was the water room where most of the douches and enemas were

administered. In the center of the room was a apparatus that resembled

an old gynecological table. It was all shiny metal, with no padding.

As with the other tables, binding straps hung all around it.

Against one wall was a metal tray that was big enough for a person to

lie in. It resembled a bathtub with shallow sides. Upon further

examination I noticed it had a large drain and like most of what I had

seen so far was fitted with binding straps. Set into this apparatus

was a set of gleaming steel bars which formed what looked like a table

with no top. Again the ever present straps.

In the corner stood a platform with a thick pipe sticking out of it.

The pipe was about two feet high and had a large dildo attached to the

end sticking straight up. At the front of the platform were a series

of valves and gauges. There were also rings at the edges and a chain

hanging from the ceiling above it. In the opposite corner was a toilet

bowl. It just sat in the open exposed to the view of anyone looking.

I could only imagine what terrible ordeals could be carried out in

this room. As ridiculous as it now sounds I shuddered at the thought

of sitting on that bowl with no privacy at all. Before I was able to

let my mind wander too far, my attention was directed to the opposite

wall.          Mrs. Winston took a sinister joy in showing me all the

hoses which were attached to an elaborate plumbing system. On the same

wall were rows of shelves neatly lined with douche and enema nozzles

of every size and shape. I was told that there was a specific nozzle

for any desired effect. Some could be inserted into the upper

intestine, while others were made to fit into a woman's uterus. Some

could be expanded to unimaginable proportions, while others had the

ability of being electrified. My expression must have given away some

of my thoughts. Mrs. Winston only smiled at me and said how she looked

forward to trying them all on me. My fears were increasing by the

minute. I was beginning to realize that what had been done to me at

the Drs. office was nothing compared to what could be done here.

Next I was directed to a set of shelves on which many bottles were

stored. I was told that they contained an assortment of chemicals that

could be used in the douches and enemas. They ranged from simple soap

to things I had never heard of. I can not even begin to describe the

gut wrenching fear I was experiencing. I was in the hands of a group

of complete lunatics and totally at their mercy. As we exited the room

I thought of the enemas I was instructed to give myself earlier that

afternoon. I remembered the pain they had caused and knew that was

nothing compared to what these fiends would subject me to in this

room. Is we walked across the medical area, as I will refer to it, we

came upon a section of the basement that was in total contrast. This

section  had stone walls and floors.. All the apparatuses were

constructed of heavy dark wood. Before I had a chance to react Mrs.

Winston said that this was their version of a medieval torture

chamber. She said how proud they were of this re-creation. It had

taken great expense and many months to have it built to specifications

taken from old European dungeons. She went on to say that I probably

would not know the purpose of the different things I saw so she would

give me a brief explanation of each.

First I was shown what she referred to as the rack. It was a long low

table with ropes and pulleys on each end. I was told how I could be

tied to it and stretched out until my joints were pulled to the point

of dislocation. I could also be stretched until my skin became very

taut and then I could be whipped. She said these were the main things

that were done on this but I could be sure there were many variations

I would not enjoy.

Next I was shown what she referred to as a simple whipping post and an

x-frame. These along with a long bench like device were used mainly

for whipping. Before I could analyze what I was being shown my

attention was brought to what she called the pillory. I had seen

something similar in movies about the pilgrims. They were in the town

square and people would be bent with their necks and arms in the

holes. As if she read my thoughts she said that I would recognize this

from old movies but quickly pointed out some differences.

There was a large platform on which the legs of the victim could be

spread and attached. She also told me that since they were dealing

primarily with females, the top had been modified. It enabled them to

change a piece and secure a woman's breasts into the holes. Again in

her sarcastic tone she explained how this did not work on everyone but

given the fact that my breasts were large, would indeed work well on

me.            Hearing her comment I looked down at my chest that was

quite exaggerated by the bra I was forced to wear and thought of my

sisters. I had often made comments in jest about their size calling

them tit-less. Now I wished I was a 34-A like them instead of my more

than ample 34-D. Before I could finish the thought I was pushed toward

what resembled a massive chair.

I could see that it was attached to the floor with large bolts. Upon

further examination I saw that it had no actual seat. Instead there

boards where the thighs would rest. It did not take much thought to

realize that this would leave your ass and pussy open and vulnerable.

As with the other devices there were heavy leather straps dangling

from the arms, legs and back.

Mrs. Winston was helpful in showing me an assortment of wooden and

metal attachments hanging on a wall next to the chair. She said that

this was one of their most versatile torture instruments. There were

pieces that could be put on the seat so dildos could be attached.

Other pieces were lined with small needles for the victim to sit on.

She pointed to an attachment that when put in place formed a platform.

It was made to fit under the breasts of the woman in the chair. This

she explained was invaluable for tit torture.

There was that phrase again. I had heard it in the Drs. office during

my examination and I remembered what the Dr. had said. Because of the

size and shape of my breasts I would be able to take a lot of tit

torture. If the injections I had received were any indication, I

doubted I would be able to take as much as they planned to give me.

I have always considered my breasts one of the most sensitive parts of

my body. I remember routine mammograms done by my own Dr. I would be

crying openly when they were put in the ex-ray machine and pressed.

Now looking at this chair and listening to what was being said, the

thought of having my breasts, one of my most valuable assets tortured,

caused an even deeper sense of anguish.

Ever since I was a young girl and started to develop my chest was one

of the things about myself I was most proud of. As I grew older I

would take every opportunity to wear things low cut or tight that

showed off the creamy white cleavage. Again as if she were some kind

of wizard, Mrs. Winston seemed to read my thoughts. She said how much

fun they would all have torturing the tits I had been so willing to

flaunt.. Then she said that I should not worry too much because they

promised not to cause any permanent injury. Also I should not be so

sullen at the mention of tit torture alone. They planned to hurt my

cunt, ass and every other part of my body. The comment and my

expression brought about a hearty laugh by Mrs. Winston. Next to the

chair was what looked like a simple sawhorse. Mrs. Winston told me how

I would be bound over it for an assortment of punishments. Pointing at

the upper edge she said I would also be made to ride it. I was not

sure of what she meant until she made me look closer.  I saw that the

top was cut into a narrow triangle with small wedges that looked like

sawteeth. I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she again

laughed, called me stupid and said " I guess you do not know what I

mean by riding it". To my horror she explained how I would be hung

from the ceiling with my legs astride so my cunt was on the top edge

supporting my full weight.                     She was a master at her

game. The real torture had not even begun and I was suffering untold

agonies in my mind. I had heard of mental torture and now for the

first time realized its total effectiveness. Just as I was being

directed to the corner of this area, we were interrupted by the

Wardress. She informed Mrs. Winston that the others were eager to

begin with the festivities. She added that she also wanted to begin.

Mrs. Winston replied that she was almost through with the tour and

only had the tank left to show me. The wardress asked if she could

explain its uses since she had one very similar at the prison and used

it often. In response Mrs. Winston said "please be my guest". I

watched Mrs. Winston walk off to a small area that resembled a living

room with couches, chairs and coffee tables. The Wardress grabbed my

arm in a vise like grip and walked me to the corner of the room.

They said I would be shown the tank. There was nothing I could see

except a large board on the floor. The Wardress commanded me not to

move as she let go of my arm. She went and moved the piece of wood out

of the way. That exposed what appeared to be a large hole in the

floor. It was about the size of a large garbage can and was pure

white. That was in total contrast to the rest of this area. It had a

thick clear plastic cover that was split down its length with three

holes. The center hole was larger than the two end ones and it

resembled the pillory. I could clearly see locks which held the cover

in place. Visible inside were several openings in the sides and base.

Mounted to the wall next to it was an elaborate control panel with a

small trap door underneath. As I was trying to figure out what its

purpose was the wardress pushed me toward it and said I should take a

closer look so I would know what would happen when I was put into it.

Now that Ms. Collins or the wardress as I had come to know her stood

next to me I realized how big a woman she was. In the 5 inch heels I

was forced to wear I stood nearly 6 feet tall. This woman had at least

3 inches on me. She was also much broader than my size 6 frame. What

surprised me most was the strength of her grip on my arm. The words

being whispered in my ear brought my attention back to the tank.

I was told how I would be made to climb down into it. Then the clear

plastic cover would be put around my wrists and neck and locked into

place. For the first time since the tour had began I was asked if I

understood. I did not, and when I failed to reply the Wardress

sarcastically called me stupid. She then began to explain in more

detail. She told me that this device was designed for more diabolical

forms of torture. Once I was locked in place, they would all be able

to relax and watch the show I would put on. My questioning look

brought an evil smirk to her face. I was told that none of the

previous occupants of the tank understood its full potential until

they had experienced it. Then they would promise and do almost

anything not to be put in again.        She was playing a game with me

and doing a very good job of it. As horrible as some of the other

things I had seen were, this was worse in a different way. It had no

obvious way of causing pain. As if she too was able to read my

thoughts she started to tell me how once locked in place a variety of

things would happen. For example, after a severe whipping the tank

could be filled with a mixture of salt, lemon, vinegar, alcohol and

hot water. Screaming, I could be kept in it until my skin almost

blistered.                                                     Another

variation was to be submerged in ice cold water which would cause

violent shaking and muscular cramping. Now I was beginning to

understand her warnings. Before I could say a word she opened a little

cabinet near the tank and showed me about a dozen large glass jars. As

had been the case with everything else these people did, all of the

jars were neatly arranged and clearly marked. I began to silently read

the labels and as my brain absorbed what I saw, I screamed and turned

to run. Through all the events that lead up to this moment I had tried

to act stoic and accept my fate. I kept telling myself that somehow I

would get through it. After all, I was guilty of stealing a large sum

of money. I had also made the choice between a year of slavery or five

years in prison. The Winstons were very clear about the fact that as

retribution, I would have to be punished. What I was seeing was beyond

punishment. It was beyond the limits of female endurance. I ran

aimlessly toward the door screaming for help. With my arms fastened to

the sides of the cincher it was hard to maintain balance. The five

inch heels also made it easy to catch me. Within a few seconds Goldie

and the wardress were dragging me back toward the tank. I was in a

state of absolute panic. As bad as what had already been done to me,

or what I had seen or heard had been, it paled in comparison to the

prospect of those jars.

It took the efforts of both women to hold me near the open cabinet. In

my mind this had be the worst form of torture that could be used on

me. Ever since I was a child I had a tremendous fear of bugs, snakes

or rodents. I believe most woman do. Now I was staring at glass jars

full of these creatures. The wardress was the first to speak. I was

told that my reaction was not uncommon. Most of the victims who were

faced with the inhabitants of the jars would submit to almost anything

instead. Some would even inflict pain onto themselves. She completely

disregarded my pleas and struggles and continued to tell me how I

could be locked in the tank with the contents of any of the jars. To

make her point she picked up one that was labeled Leeches. As I stared

at the slimy things she told me how they could be added to the water,

along with me. Before I was able to say a word she replaced that jar

and showed me one labeled Blood Worms.

On and on she went. I saw small Snakes, Mice, Hamsters, Spiders,

several types of Ants, Bees and even 2 large eels. As if I had not

seen or heard enough she told me how in her tank at the prison she

would often put an uncooperative girl in along with a cat. Once water

started going in the cat would become frantic trying to escape and

severely scratch and even bite who ever was in the tank. To further

make her point the Wardress ran her hand over the mounds of my breasts

and asked "imagine the cats claws and teeth digging into these". The

point was indeed made. Although I had very few choices, I would submit

to almost any form of punishment or degradation to avoid this torture.

Just seeing the different creatures gave me a good indication of what

could happen once I was locked in place. I was beaten and I knew it. I

stopped struggling and just relaxed in the grip of the two women. Just

what I had seen took most of the fight out of me. The wardress had me

terrified and she knew it. I guess she wanted to see me squirm so she

continued.        She made me listen as she described one of her

favorites. As Goldie held me the Wardress again squeezed my breasts

and told me how she would make a paste out of Honey and Corn Meal. The

mixture would then be painted on my tits, around my ass and all over

my pussy. For emphasis she released my breasts and ran her long nails

along the sides of my pussy. Without warning she even jabbed a sharp

nail into me and said "I make sure I get a lot in here".

Then she said I would be locked in the tank. To demonstrate what she

was saying she opened the trap door and showed me how it lead to the

inside of the tank. Then she would put a hungry chicken in with me. I

felt my eyes bulge in disbelief as she said, "think how you'll scream

as the chickens sharp beak takes little bites out of you as it tries

to get the food". She scraped me as she pulled out her finger and

added "it can even reach in here". With my head down I walked docilely

with them as I was lead toward the area that resembled a living room

or den.



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Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence,

rape and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or who is

offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance

to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. I welcome comments and

suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

A Year of Slavery # 2-2

" The First Party "

By; debs

Edited by; Johnny P

The wardress took a seat and was served a drink by Goldie. All of the

other guests except Laura were lounging with drinks awaiting my

arrival. I was directed to stand in front of them as they all looked

me over and made comments. The Dr. stood up and began to read from a

folder. She said that all the tests they ran were satisfactory and I

was in excellent health. She also told everyone that pursuant to my

examinations, she was of the opinion that I would be able to endure a

lot of abuse. All she had seen also indicated that I could be used for

all of their favorite activities, with few limitations. She added that

as usual both of my openings would have to be stretched. Her

suggestion was that we should begin in this area to see what I could

take and to show my obedience.

I stood there not knowing what she meant as the others voiced their

agreement. Goldie was given orders by Mrs. Winston and went to a

closet for the necessary objects. I silently watched as a small tripod

was set up and a plastic box was put on the table in front of me. The

Dr. then said as she uncovered the box that it contained six numbered

dildos of increasing size. I was to attach them to the stand starting

with #1 and at her direction insert them into the opening she chose.

A jar of Vaseline was put on the table. She said it would make it

easier for me. At that point I was in no mood for her jokes. How could

this be made easy. But after what I had seen on my so called tour I

had no options at all. I quickly looked at the group trying to find

some reprieve but found none. Instead I saw them all adjusting

themselves for a better view.

Suddenly Goldie stepped toward me carrying a whip about three feet

long. She put it down on the table and began to unbutton her dress. In

an instant she stood next to me wearing a heavily constructed long

white bra and a massive girdle with garters. The stark whiteness was a

total contrast to her ebony skin and the near black stockings. She was

indeed a large woman. Her breasts spilled over the bra top and the

girdle looked as if it would burst around her hips and thighs. My main

concern was why she was next to me with the whip.

My question was answered by the Dr. She told me that if they did not

approve of my efforts in getting the dildos inside myself, Goldie

would whip me. The Dr. undid the clips holding my wrists to the

cincher and I was instructed to begin with dildo #2 in my pussy. I

knew protest of any kind was useless. It was time for me to begin.

What choice did I have. I was their slave. I looked into the box and

saw six compartments with a dildo in each. I reached for #2 without

looking at the rest. I did not want to see them just yet. The threat

of Goldies whip made me move quickly. I screwed the rubber dildo onto

the stand and reached for the Vaseline. I took notice of its size as I

spread the lubricant. It was about 8 inches long and 1 1/2 inches

wide. It was almost the same size as one I had at home and had used on

myself many times while masturbating. The fact that I knew I would be

able to handle it brought some relief. I was still very nervous and

felt a deep sense of fear and humiliation. Goldie started to pick up

the whip and I immediately stepped over the dildo and began to squat.

I kept my eyes toward the floor as I spread myself and began my

descent onto the rubber cylinder. I sensed the group devouring my

shame as I continued to push down and also felt my body flush with

embarrassment.. Although it was a little uncomfortable I was able to

get most of the dildo inside myself fairly quickly. This brought about

a torrent of lewd remarks from the spectators. I was still looking

toward the floor when I heard the Dr. tell me how well I did. Now I

should show them how I could get it down my throat. Not wanting any

part of the whip in Goldies hand I stood up letting the well greased

dildo slide out of my pussy. With no wasted motion I got to my knees

and opened my mouth over the source of my humiliation.

I had at least half of it in my mouth before I began to gag. This only

brought laughter and more comments from the group and a warning from

the Dr. to get it all in. As hard as I tried I was only able to take

about two more inches before I started choking and brought my head up.

As I did I felt the first stroke of the whip on the back of my

unprotected thighs. I screamed and threw myself on the floor as much

from pain as from surprise. It felt as if I had been touched by a red

hot poker. The whip was totally different from the strap that had been

used on me in the Drs. Office. Its pain was more concentrated and was

a lot more intense. Before I could regain my composure the Dr. was

ordering me to my feet. I obeyed the command quickly, not wanting

another taste of the whip.

As I stood up the Dr. said what a poor showing I had made and warned

me that I would have to do better in the future. With no hesitation

she then told me to get it up my ass. Not wanting to anger her any

more and face another stroke of the whip I adjusted myself over the

dildo. As I reached behind to spread I looked up to see all the faces

staring and heard more of their remarks. Some of them were even

betting on how many inches I could take. Their comments served as an

inspiration. I realized that I better take as much of the smaller

dildos as possible because I would be whipped when I was not able to

take the larger ones. As the dildo penetrated my ass I remembered the

enemas I had given myself that morning. As bad as they had been I was

glad I followed the instructions. It made what I was now forced to do

a lot easier. With a little discomfort and a lot of inspiration

provided by Goldies whip I was able to get the entire dildo inside

myself. This brought instant congratulations from the Dr. and more

comments from the others. One of the women ordered me to fuck the

dildo. Without looking up I did as I was told. So far this was

bearable but I knew it would get worse. The next dildo went about the

same as the one marked #2. I was able to get it in all my openings

without another taste of the whip. When I was ordered to attach #4 to

the stand I felt a knot start in the pit of my stomach. This one was

at least 10 inches long and 2 inches wide. While forcing it into my

pussy I felt the whip one time.                          They were not

satisfied with the amount I was able to get down my throat so I

received three more strokes to the backs of my thighs. The pain of the

whip was dreadful. I had been given five strokes and it felt as if my

thighs were on fire. As each stroke fell I screamed and begged for

them to stop the whipping, I was doing what they wanted.

My answer came from the wardress who asked me what I would do when

they tied me and used more severe whips all over my body. I had no

time to digest her remark. The Dr. now ordered me to get this one up

my ass. As I squatted over the formidable object I glanced between my

legs and knew this would not fit. One look at Goldie and her whip made

me start to lower myself onto it. I felt immediate pain as I was

stretched by its width. As much as I pushed I was only able to get

about three inches in before it felt as if I was being ripped

internally.                           The pain was intense. But it was

nothing in comparison to the whip crashing down on the front of my

thighs just above the stockings. The shock of the blow made me sink

down further onto the dildo. The pain in my bowels was excruciating.

In response I tried to stand but was stopped be strong hands on my

shoulders. It was Mr. Gund. He was standing behind me and instead of

letting me get up he pushed me down onto the massive dildo. I remember

screaming in agony as it tore up into me. Then everything went black.

I was pulled from my state of unconsciousness by the Dr. She knelt by

my side as I lay sprawled on the floor. The scent of the Amyl Nitrate

still lingering in my nostrils. Through a fog I watched her walk away

to join the others. I was left on the floor to regain my senses and

try to determine how badly injured I was. The pain in my ass was still

very severe so slowly I touched myself there to see if I was indeed

ripped apart. To my surprise I felt no damage, not even any blood.

It was hard to believe that all the pain I had just endured left no

obvious signs of injury. All of a sudden I was surrounded by the four

women. I was then ordered to my feet. When I did not move as fast as

they wanted, one of them kicked me in the ribs with the point of her

high heeled pump. The kick was not hard enough to cause any injury, it

was just enough to make me quickly obey, and I did.

Without another word I was taken by the arm and lead to a door near

the sitting area by Mrs. Winston. She opened it revealing a lavish

bathroom. I was told to go in and attend to my needs and also fix my

hair and make-up. I would find everything I needed on the vanity. As

she was closing the door she said I would be allowed 15 minutes to

myself. This was a very welcome relief. As I looked around I saw that

besides all the necessary cosmetics, a tray with water, coffee and

even my brand of cigarettes had been provided. The first thing I did

was pour a glass of water and take a long drink. It helped clear the

smelling salts from my system. Next I lit a cigarette and took several

deep drags. It seemed to have a calming effect. I then studied myself

in the mirror. To my amazement except for the whip marks on my thighs

I saw no signs of the ordeal I had just undergone.

I had not realized until that minute that I needed to urinate. It was

probably from all the coffee I drank in the afternoon. What I wore

gave me free access to the toilet but as I began to sit I felt the

pain from the dildos deep inside.. I just prayed that when Gund pushed

me down I was not injured internally.

I did not linger for fear of not completing my orders. I went back to

the sink and finding a cloth wiped down my body as much as the

lingerie would allow. I dabbed at the welts on my thighs with cold

water. This took some of the sting out. I even tried to put some of

the cold water between my legs. Next I quickly fixed my hair and face.

Not knowing how much time I had left I poured some coffee and lit

another cigarette. As I took a mouthful of the warming liquid my mind

began to ponder what I had seen and heard. Mercifully as I began to

torture myself with thoughts the door opened.

Goldie and the Dr. had Laura. She seemed to be barely conscious. Her

arms were draped over their shoulders and her head hung down. They

were almost dragging her into the bathroom. As I looked up at her, my

eyes were drawn to her stomach. They had forced so much liquid into

her that she appeared well along in a pregnancy. The garter belt she

wore was almost hidden beneath the distended flesh. Through her groans

I heard her beg them to release the water. It was at that point that

Mrs. Winston appeared at the door and called me out.

She said it was time for me to perform again. She added that I should

pay close attention to Lauras condition. As I exited the room Mrs.

Winston reminded me that this is what happens to slaves who do not use

their mouths as ordered. As we walked back to the sitting area I was

told that it was time for me to get my first taste of female flesh. I

felt myself cringe. I had known this time would come, and I dreaded

it. The idea of having sex with a female was absolutely revolting to

me. The worst part of it was that I did not even know what to do. Mr.

Winston and Mr. Gund were still seated in the same chairs they were

for my show with the dildos. The wardress was on a small couch and

that is were I was lead. We stopped directly in front of her and I was

sure she would be my first. As the anxiety started to take hold of me

it was Mrs. Winston who ordered me to start undressing her.

She quickly told the others that since she was the one to engineer my

current situation, she should be the first to benefit. I heard what

she had told me but did not know how to proceed. I just stood there

feeling waves of humiliation and fright sweep over me. Mrs. Winston

again ordered me to start but all I could do was beg them not to make

me do this. I offered to service the men instead saying that they

could have me in any way they wanted. Mrs. Winston answered by saying

that would come, but now it was time for me to learn how to please a

woman. I stood motionless staring down at the floor.

All of a sudden Mrs. Winston slapped me hard across the face. She

began yelling that if I did not do as she said they would begin with

the tortures. I had no choice. I would do whatever possible to

forestall the inevitable pain. I reached for the buttons of her

blouse. With trembling fingers I slowly worked my way down until the

blouse hung open. She turned suddenly and ordered me to take it off

and put it neatly on the couch. I was then directed to remove the red

leather skirt she wore. I undid the zipper and slid it down past her

hips. As she stepped out of it I picked it up and put it with the

blouse. Again she turned and for the first time I looked directly at

her.                                      She stood before me wearing

a scant red lace bra with a matching garter belt, black stockings and

red shoes. She wore no panties exposing her clean shaven pussy.

Although I had seen her almost totally nude in the Drs. office this

time was much worse. I knew what was expected of me, and why she was

exposed. She took a semi reclining position on the couch next to the

wardress. She then told me to get on my knees and start kissing her

tits. She added I better do it well if I did not want to end up like

Laura. I knew any pleading or resistance at this point was futile. And

I definitely did not want the treatment Laura had. I tried to resign

myself to the fact that I knew this time would come. After all, this

was one of the reasons I was here.                            With a

sigh of defeat I gently pulled her bra out of the way, exposing her

breasts. I tried not to look into her eyes as I raised my mouth to

comply. As I sucked the nipple into my mouth I felt repulsed and

confused.

I tried to remember how John had sucked on my nipples. It seemed so

long ago. Before I had been caught and reduced to some sort of slave

for these peoples perverted lusts. I loved sex with John. Sometimes

gentle other times rough, even kinky by some standards. Would it or

could it ever be again. We had been fighting the past few weeks. He

said I was acting strangely. He demanded to know what was wrong. With

my preoccupation to the problem I was having I was neglecting and even

mistreating him. If only I could tell him what was wrong. My attention

was brought back to what I was being forced to do. Mrs. Winston

grabbed a handful of my hair and as she began to pull said I better

show some effort. I brought my hands up to her chest and tried to

gently rub and caress. Not knowing what else to do I tried licking and

sucking the nipples. All the while she just pulled at my hair and told

me how poorly I was doing. Afraid to anger her I put more effort into

it. The harder I tried the worse it got. She was getting angrier. The

tears began to well in my eyes. Finally I picked my head up and began

to beg, saying I was trying my best but couldn't do it.

She went into a rage. Guiding my head by the hair she forced my face

down to her pussy. She began to scream at me to start eating her or

else. She then adjusted her position and buried my face in her cunt. I

felt her thighs engulf my head as she continued pulling my hair. She

ground my face into her slit. The smell of her, even though not

repulsive, triggered something deep within. I fought to try and free

myself from her grip. Whatever the consequences this was too perverse

for me. The more I struggled the harder she held me. I was being

smothered. Fighting for breath I finally pushed myself free falling

back onto the floor. As I lay there trying to catch my breath she

sprang from the couch. She went into an absolute frenzy shouting

threats and obscenities down at me. I was called a worthless cunt, a

rotten bitch, a total piece of shit etc. I was also promised

unimaginable punishment for disobeying and embarrassing her. To

punctuate each verbal assault I received a kick to whatever part of my

body was exposed to her. I just tried to protect myself and begged for

forgiveness. I even tried to tell her that I would try again. All my

pleading was in vain. She continued to yell and kick.

Finally it was the wardress who came to my aid. She stood up and

pulled Mrs. Winston away from me telling her to calm down. I was

finally able to get on my feet and run behind a chair. As a sense of

calm was restored I heard the two men laughing as they told the women

that they knew I would not do it. They were also bragging over the

fact that they had won the bet. The mention of which only made Mrs.

Winston's face burn in anger.

Again I begged them to forgive me and try to understand that I had

never even touched a woman before. My reply came from Mrs. Winston.

She told me how because of my disobedience she lost a bet with the

men. It was because of me that she would have to allow them both to

fuck her in the ass. It was because of me that she was now, and would

later be embarrassed. As she spoke her anger toward me grew. She told

me how because of what I had done or rather refused to do, I would be

severely punished. She promised that I would be tortured until I

begged to eat her cunt, eat a hundred cunts. Her words had me

literally shaking in my shoes. I knew she meant every word. It was

then that the Dr. and Goldie returned from attending to Laura. They

were told what had happened and they all began to discuss what should

be done. I just stood frozen, hearing about beatings, electrical,

needles, douches, the rack, the chair, enemas even the tank.

Thankfully it was the Dr. who explained how this was my first time and

what could they really expect. She agreed I had to be disciplined for

what I had done. But pointed out that they had to follow the plan and

not go to fast with me. After they all took a moment to think they

said she was indeed correct. Next they asked her how she suggested

they proceed. I could not hear what was said but they all appeared

satisfied. The Dr. came over to me and almost kindly told me to follow

her. After watching and hearing the others I felt my chances were best

with her so I obeyed. She and the Wardress lead me towards the medical

area with the others following close behind. As I walked I felt my

stomach tighten. I knew I was about to be punished. I silently cursed

myself for not trying to obey Mrs. Winston. As repulsed as I was by

the thought of having sex with another woman, it was preferable to

pain.                                                           During

the past several weeks I anticipated the act and thought I would be

able to carry it out. It also occurred to me that they figured I would

not do as ordered and used it as an excuse to cause me to suffer.

Whatever the reason it was to late to think about now. I was next to

the gynecological table with everyone except Laura surrounding me. The

wardress spoke first. She told me how at the prison they often had the

same problem with new girls.. When they were called upon to service one

of the staff, they would usually refuse. The normal procedure was to

strap them to a table and whip their tits and cunts with a cane until

they bleed and would beg to eat anyone. The problem with that being

the cane does a lot of damage and the girl usually ends up in the

infirmary. Since they do not want me totally incapacitated, the Dr.

has suggested an alternative. "I will allow her to explain it to you"

the Wardress concluded. This was a deviation from the norm. Usually

they would just do as they wished, now it seemed as if they were going

to tell me about it first. The Dr. began by saying that I would be

secured to the table. My legs would be spread and my chest elevated. I

would then be injected with Bees Venom in my breasts and vaginal lips.

I gasped and began to protest but was told to shut up or it would be

worse. After all, I had done this all to myself. Despite my whimpering

she continued. I was told how the venom would cause instant swelling

and burning, but have no lasting effects. I would then have the

injected areas beaten with rubber hoses. After I received 20 strokes

to my breasts and 10 between my legs I would again be given the

opportunity to please Mrs. Winston. If I then refused or did not

perform satisfactorily I would receive a second beating. I tried to

say that I would try again on my own and to please not hurt me. That

statement brought laughter from everyone. In unison they said they had

barely begun to hurt me. Angrily the Dr. told me not to interrupt her

as my immediate fate was sealed. Without any further dialogue I was

ordered to remove my bra and get onto the table. Shaking in fear I

reached behind my back to undo the clasp. Between my nerves and the

tightness of the garment I could not unfasten the hooks. I heard Mrs.

Winston tell Goldie to help me. She said she would be right there, she

was getting the hoses.                     Within a few seconds she

approached and laid two pieces of what looked like ordinary garden

hose on the table next to me. As she stepped behind me to unhook the

bra I had a second to study the instruments they were going to beat me

with. One piece was about a foot long, the other about eighteen inches

long. They were both black rubber with the shorter of the two being

thicker.                                                     The bra

came loose and was ripped from my chest leaving me standing topless

for the first time today. Instinctively I put my arms up to cover

myself and received a slap across the face from Mrs. Winston. She told

me to put my hands down and get on the table. In fear of angering them

further I jumped up.

The four women quickly began strapping me down. My legs were put in

the stirrups and spread obscenely wide. A section of the table below

my shoulder blades was raised causing my chest to elevate. Next my

arms were pulled over my head and fastened. A wide strap was put

across my waist and tightened. This was basically the same position I

remembered so well from the Drs. office. I was again completely

helpless and vulnerable. Understandably I began to sob and beg them

not to do this to me. I watched the Dr. as she went to a cabinet and

began filling some syringes. The first two were about the same size as

had been used on me before. When I saw her pick up the third one my

sobs turned to screams. That needle was at least three inches long.

Despite the screams and protests the Dr. filled two of the long ones.

She brought the four syringes to the table and placed them next to me.

This time it was the Dr. who slapped me and told me to shut up. All of

a sudden her attitude had changed. She turned into the sadist I

remembered from our last encounter. I began to pull at the straps to

try and break free. Beside feeling the waves of panic sweep over me I

also felt a deep sense of embarrassment. Not only did I have four

women staring at me. There were also two men. I felt like some kind of

exhibit. Suddenly both men and the wardress began touching and

probing. This was the first time the three of them saw me this open

and exposed. While the men concentrated on the area between my legs

the wardress was busy with my breasts. After she squeezed and pulled,

she turned to the others and said something. The words that stood out

were, "perfect for tit torture". There was that phrase again. The Dr.

then came forward with a jar of alcohol. Using cotton swabs she wiped

around my open pussy. In so doing she made sure to get some of the

liquid inside me. She knew what the effect would be. I screamed as I

felt a terrible burning sensation. She just smiled down at me. She

then looked up at Mrs. Winston and grabbing a handful of my pubic hair

said "this will have to be removed in the near future, send her to

Dorothea". She then moved up to my chest. In my state of panic, that

comment, nor the fact that she only wiped around my nipples

registered. The alcohol felt cold on my sweating breasts. It also made

me cry and beg louder realizing the needles were next. It had been two

weeks since I was at Dr. Kim's and had the injections in my breasts

but the memory was very vivid. There was no way to prepare for the

pain I knew would be forth coming. To make matters worse The Dr.

decided to toy with me. She picked up one of the longer needles and

showed it to me. She told me how she would stick it straight into my

nipple. I remember yelling "please god no" over and over. She

continued the verbal torment. I was told how the entire 3 inches would

plunge into me, almost touching the breast bone. Then how the venom

would be injected. It would take only seconds before I felt as if I

was stung by a swarm of bees. The more she spoke the more intense my

struggles became.                          The muscles in my arms and

legs were cramping from the strain of trying to pull free. My only

freedom was the ability to scream, and beg them not to do this. Being

as petrified of the needles as I was, I even offered to willingly

submit to some other form of punishment. My suggestion seemed to amuse

them. I was asked what I had in mind. All I could think of was to let

Goldie use the strap or whip on me again. This brought hardy laughter

from everyone. Finally someone said they planned to do that later

anyway. Before I had a chance to say another word the Wardress grabbed

my right breast in both hands and held it in a vise like grip. She

looked down at me and said not to move or the needle could break

inside me. I then felt the tip of the needle pricking the now taut

nipple. Cries of protest caught in my throat as the Dr. slowly pushed

the full three inches into me. I felt the sharp point cutting through

the delicate flesh. To make it even more painful the Dr. kept pulling

it out and then pushing it in again. The agony was so intense I just

smashed my teeth together and pounded my head on the table. I was

consumed by the pain. My senses were even taken from me. It was if I

could not see or hear or make a sound. Just as the ability to scream

and struggle returned I fell into a pitch black abyss. For the second

time tonight they had to revive me. When I regained consciousness, I

recall still screaming in pain. The first thing I focused on was the

face of the Dr. She just looked at me and said to calm down, the worst

was over. An oxygen mask was placed over my face and I was told to

breathe deeply. As my senses returned I felt the terrible pain in my

breast. Anything that had been done to me so far paled in comparison

to the pain I had just experienced. Before I could say anything the

Dr. said the next injection would not be nearly as bad. She then

sarcastically said she was sorry, but she slipped and touched my

breastbone by accident. Through the haze of pain I heard the others

laughing. The wardress commented about how often that happens. With a

smile on her face the Dr. picked up the second syringe. This time the

Wardress grabbed the left breast, pulling it up by the nipple. I began

screaming as I watched the needle which was positioned next to the

nipple, descend into me. As promised, this one was not as severe as

the first if that is possible. The Dr. just pushed the needle into me

and injected the venom. This time not being granted the luxury of

unconsciousness, I felt the fiery liquid spread through me. No longer

able to scream I just groaned as I watched myself swell. It took only

seconds for this tit to match the first. They were both much larger

and stood erect on my chest. I could also feel the burning sensation

slowly increasing. I was so engrossed by the spectacle and changing

feelings in my breasts that I was unaware of the Dr. moving between my

legs. It was not until I felt the prick of the needle that I realized

she was injecting one side of my pussy. It was quick and it hurt but

nowhere as badly as my chest. The fourth injection caused me to whine

through clenched teeth. Although this was all very new to me I was

sure these injections could have been made much worse. Time would

prove me correct. As if we were back at the office waiting for the

coffee to brew, Mrs. Winston said it would be a minute until they

started hitting me. They wanted to wait for the venom to take its full

effect. Both areas were already burning and swollen. It also felt as

if every nerve in my body was concentrated in the two areas. Under

normal circumstances these are the two most sensitive parts of a

womans body. I could not imagine being beaten there, even without the

injections. As Mrs. Winston picked up the longer of the hoses and

moved next to me I again started to beg. My answer was the hose

slapping the underside of both breasts.        Although formidable, it

was not as bad as I had imagined. I dug my nails into the palms of my

hands and let out a loud groan. But this was only the first of twenty.

I quickly realized that she could have hit me much harder. I endured

the first five strokes in the same way. I even got the impression she

was toying with me. When she went to the other side of the table and

started on the upper curves my groans turned to cries of pain. I took

five of these before she laid the hose down. Then they all took the

opportunity to touch and squeeze the beaten area. By this time I was

openly crying, tears running freely. My breasts were throbbing and

burnt as if they were over an open fire. I was also becoming aware of

a terrible itching. They continued to paw at my now very painful

breasts. Comments were made as to the size and appearance. As I looked

down I saw a maze of blue veins and was startled by how much they had

grown. To my horror they were discussing what types of injections and

other tortures could be done in the future. Suddenly I felt someone

touching my pussy. I was able to move my head enough to see Mr.

Winston between my obscenely spread thighs. His touch made me realize

how swollen and sensitive the area was. All of a sudden I was aware of

something being forced inside of me. It must have been a large object,

because it was painful. Mr. Gund joined him in my humiliation. They

touched, probed and looked, constantly talking amongst themselves. I

would find out later about what. My attention was brought back to the

head of the table. The wardress was standing next to me unbuttoning

her suit jacket. She took it off and handed it to Goldie. She wore a

black push-up bra that brought her more than ample breasts into

prominence. As she picked up one of the hoses, I realized what was

about to happen. I had seen her in the video remove her jacket before

she started beating her victim.

Her first blow crashed down on my right nipple. My scream was

interrupted by the second stoke. What Mrs. Winston had done was

absolutely nothing compared to the beating I was getting from the

wardress. This was pure agony. Beside screaming and ripping at the

straps, I was yelling that she would cause permanent damage. I was

afraid that the skin would burst from the power of the blows. The hose

struck both breasts at random. She concentrated on the nipple area.. I

lost count of how many times I was hit. I'm sure it was more than ten.

As I began to feel a black cloud creep over me the beating stopped. I

was in terrible pain but screaming was almost impossible. My chest was

heaving from the effort of trying to breath. When I regained some

composure the first thing I did was lift my head to examine my

battered breasts. All I could do was begin screaming again. The

purpose of the hoses became apparent. Although the skin was not broken

both breasts were a mass of bruised flesh. They were almost purple and

even more swollen than before. As soon as I was able to speak I began

to beg them not to hit me anymore. Crying hysterically I begged to be

given another chance to service Mrs. Winston. I would do anything not

to feel the hoses on my tender and swollen pussy. If what had been

done to my chest was any guide I knew having my pussy beaten would be

pure hell. My answer was that I had to be punished for what I had

already done. And I was warned that if I did not perform

satisfactorily, the process would be repeated until I got it right. It

was Mr. Winston who picked up one of the hoses and waved it over my

face. He began taunting me by saying how he was going to beat me raw

and then fuck me. As he approached the end of the table I realized

that I was about to be beaten my a man for the first time. I logically

assumed that a man had more strength than a woman and feared that the

beating would be more severe. I was indeed correct. The hose hit my

spread lips with tremendous force. I let out a blood curdling scream

as I writhed in agony. With all my strength I tried to tear free of my

bonds. As the blows kept reigning down on my exposed pussy I tried to

bang my head onto the table in an attempt to knock myself out. It felt

as if I was being hit with a baseball bat rather than a rubber hose.

This was just pure brutality. Finally it was over. As I lay there, my

body convulsing from the pain I tried to catch my breath and again

regain my senses. The group was assembled all around me. They not only

studied the areas of my body which had been battered but they also

paid close attention to my reactions. They derived joy from my pain.

As I looked at them, all I could see was the excitement and pleasure

on their faces. It was apparent to me that they all got turned on by

seeing and hearing me suffer. Judging from their comments and

expressions, the next year would be a living hell. Before I was able

to say a word, Mrs. Winston came right up to my face. With a sarcastic

grin, she asked if I was ready to eat her or did I want another taste

of the hoses. Choking through my sobs I begged her to please let me

try again. I promised to do my best, but pleaded with her not to hit

me anymore.

I was left bound to the table. Without saying a word she just climbed

up and squatted over my face. This time with no thought or hesitation

I stuck out my tongue and raised my head. As my mouth came in contact

with her gaping pussy I felt her lower herself onto my face. Fear of

what would happen quickly pushed the revulsion from my mind. I started

to move my tongue around trying to remember how I had been eaten by

some of my lovers. I felt her bucking into my face as if she were

riding a horse. Then I heard her yelling at me to get my tongue inside

her and put some effort into it. Knowing better than to displease her

again I did as I was told. Whatever I was doing seemed to be

satisfying her because she settled into some sort of rhythm. When she

put her weight on me, both my mouth and nose were covered, causing me

to gasp for breath. She must have enjoyed that because she repeated it

several times. I then felt her shift her position as she told me to

lick her clit. I must not have done it to her satisfaction. My penalty

was someone grabbing both my breasts and squeezing. Through the flash

of pain I instantly obeyed, not wanting to further anger her.

I licked and sucked at her clit while still using my tongue on her

lips and inside her. Her excitement was evident. I felt it dripping

down my chin. Finally after what seemed an eternity it felt as if she

was having an orgasm. She again grabbed my hair and tried to pull my

whole head deeper into her. While so doing she kept telling me to do

it more, calling me a bitch, cunt, slave. After a few violent spasms,

she collapsed on top of me. It took a few minutes before she climbed

off the table. That gave me a little time to catch my breath and think

of what I had just done. I was totally disgusted with myself, but knew

it was better than one of their tortures. I also had the feeling I

would be doing a lot more of it. I just did not know how soon. The

wardress came over to Mrs. Winston and jokingly said I must have done

a good job. Her reply was that I had a lot to learn but showed

enthusiasm. Also fear of another beating made up for my lack of

experience. To my horror the Wardress said she would judge for

herself. With that she began removing her skirt. Beneath it she wore

only a wide black garter belt and stockings. Seeing her in only

underwear I realized how big and well built she actually was. As she

started to climb into the same position as Mrs. Winston, I was faced

with a new horror. Unlike Mrs. Winston who's pussy had been clean

shaven, the wardress had a thick mound of dark curly hair. Before I

was able to react, she lowered herself, placing it over my mouth. I

felt strong thighs press either side of my head and as had been the

case earlier, she grabbed a handful of my hair. As I began to turn my

face away and protest I felt as if my hair was being ripped out by the

roots. To further make the point someone hit me across both breasts

with something.                                           The point

was again made. If I did not want anymore pain I had better obey. For

only the second time in my life I was servicing another woman. It was

difficult for me to get through the mass of course hair but finally my

tongue was able to snake up inside her. The wardress was not as gentle

or patient as Mrs. Winston. In a very short time she was grinding into

my face with all her weight. She also placed herself over both my nose

and mouth causing me to choke. She must have done it purposely,

because when I opened my mouth wider in an attempt to breath she

pushed down harder and told me to put my tongue deeper. Finally I must

have been doing what she wanted because she was relaxing her grip on

my hair. She then began to tell me what to do. I heard phrases like

eat me out, suck my cunt, put your tongue deeper and lick my clit. I

followed her direction as best I could. After what seemed an eternity

I felt her body stiffen as her juices flowed into my mouth. I started

to gag and thought I would vomit. Fear of the consequences made me

fight the urge. Although totally discussed I continued doing what she

wanted. Finally her orgasm came to an end. Slowly she too climbed off

the table. Still bound I could do nothing but lay there and cry. After

a few minutes of watching everyone stare at me and listening to their

comments I begged to be released. I told them I needed some water and

wanted to wash my face. To my surprise the Dr. unfastened my hands and

helped me into a sitting position. Goldie then handed me a glass of

water and a wet towel. Quickly I tried to wipe away the two women. As

I began to drink the water the Dr. spoke. She said I could not be

released because she did not have her turn yet. In a fit of rage I

screamed, "no more" and threw the empty glass across the room. In my

present position that was not a smart move. My legs were still

strapped into the stirrups, leaving my pussy wide open and vulnerable.

The Dr. picked up one of the hoses and told me my temper tantrum had

earned me five strokes. As the hose hit my already swollen lips the

men grabbed me and held me in place.

The pain was worse than what I had felt only a short time ago. I

screamed and struggled violently, forcing Mr. Winston to lay over my

brutalized breasts. That only caused me more suffering. The five

strokes left me beaten not only physically but also mentally. When the

men released me I just laid there and cried. I also begged them not to

do anymore to me, I had enough.

Between sobs I tried to tell them that this was only the first party

and I could not take anymore. My answer was to have my wrists pulled

over my head and refastened. As I watched the Dr. begin to remove her

clothes, Mrs. Winston came up next to me. In her sarcastic tone she

told me that it was only 1 AM and they did not plan to end the party

until around 7 or 8. Furthermore there were still several things they

had planned. And lastly they would determine when I had enough.

The Dr. had stripped down to a black strapless longline bra with

garters. She was very small compared to the other women and not very

well endowed. Although I had seen her almost nude during my visit to

her office I was now seeing her in a new light. Knowing what was about

to happen I looked directly at her exposed pussy. Thankfully she was

also clean shaven. As she began to mount the table I became confused.

Unlike Mrs. Winston and the Wardress she squatted over me facing my

legs. To my horror I was looking directly at her ass. Sickened by the

prospect I just closed my eyes and waited. She lowered herself

grinding her pussy onto my now tender lips. As she adjusted her

position she told me to start eating her. Like the two before her she

also told me how she wanted me to do it. Half heartedly I began. In an

attempt to satisfy the oriental sadist I did what I had just done to

the two women before her. Unfortunately, she did not find my

performance to her liking. To show me the error of my ways she reached

down and squeezed my already tortured breasts. Through my muffled

screams I heard her telling me how poorly I was doing. She also said

that if I did improve quickly my tits would suffer for it. In an

effort to save my pitifully abused chest I ate her to the best of my

limited ability. Unfortunately, she was not pleased by what I was

doing and I received several more slaps and pinches. The  reason for

her position was now apparent. While I had the repulsive task of

pleasing her she could indulge herself in her favorite pastime,

torturing another woman.

Just as the Dr. began to settle into a kind of slow grinding motion on

my face, I felt something touch my pussy. It felt as if someone was

spreading a cool liquid on the open and swollen lips. Before I could

analyze what was being done a searing pain tore into me. Something was

being forced into my beaten and swollen pussy. My scream was muffled

by the Drs. pussy grinding into my open mouth. Trying to move my head

only brought more pain to my breasts.

After the initial surge of pain between my legs I realized what was

happening. I was being raped. Strong hands were pulling on my spread

thighs to gain deeper penetration. That is when I heard Mr. Winston

say how tight I was and how good it felt.

Being tortured and forced to service the women apparently was not

enough for the group. Now I was being fucked by one of the men. Having

both of my nipples viciously twisted brought my attention back to the

Dr. Between the surges of pain in my pussy I heard her telling me not

to stop eating her. To emphasize the order she grasped both breasts

and twisted them until I was sure they would burst. Despite the pain

between my legs I put all my effort into satisfying the woman sitting

on my face. After a few minutes of doing what I had learned with the

other women I felt the Drs. body stiffen and finally reach orgasm.

With nothing to distract me I became painfully aware of the brutal

fucking I was getting. The injections I had been given made it feel

like a horse was inside me. As the Dr. climbed off me I could see Mr.

Winston for the first time. My groans and tear filled eyes seemed to

renew his energy. He started pounding into my swollen pussy lips.

Crying openly I endured this punishment until he came. Before he even

pulled out of me his wife went to his side and sarcastically said that

she knew how long he wanted to do that. She also said that he would

have many more opportunities to use and abuse me.



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Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence,

rape and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or who is

offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance

to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. I welcome comments and

suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

A Year of Slavery # 2-3

" The First Party "

By; debs

Edited by; Johnny P

As he withdrew from me and walked away, Mr. Gund came into view. As he

approached my wide spread legs I saw him stroking the largest erection

I had ever seen. My eyes riveted themselves to the monster in his

hand. It appeared to be almost twice the size of Johns, or the many

other men I had been with.

Knowing what was about to happen I started begging him not to put that

in me. Even without the venom in my pussy I would fear a cock of this

size. In my present condition I was afraid of being ripped and badly

hurt. Except for pulling at the straps that held me I could do nothing

to escape the inevitable rape. What Mr. Gund started to do could not

be called rape, it was just more torture. By spreading the lips of my

pussy with his rough fingers, he was able to position himself. Then he

lunged forward.

The first thrust caused excruciating pain and almost made me pass out

again. I was screaming wildly as he prepared to push further into my

ravaged pussy. The second thrust pushed him so deep I felt him crash

into my uterus. This time, I did pass out. With the now familiar Amyl

Nitrate capsule waving under my nose, I was jarred back to

consciousness. It was probably only a short time that I was out,

because when I came too Mr. Gund was still fucking me. Not only did my

pussy hurt, but I also felt waves of pain internally. My cries for him

to stop went unheeded, he continued with the assault. The group had

assembled around us and was edging him on. Some of their comments were

also directed at me.

Someone said I better get used to him because I will have him in every

opening of my body. The Dr. told me to think about being bent over a

table and having him up my ass. The more I heard the more I begged to

be let go. That only brought more comments and a lot of laughter.

Finally he also came and the brutal rape ended. Bound and exhausted I

just laid there hoping that it was over. So far this evening I had

been shown what could and would be used on me. Made to humiliate

myself with the dildos. Felt Goldies whip. Had injections in the most

sensitive parts of my body. Was forced to perform oral sex on three

women and was raped by two men.

I had enough. Crying like a small beaten child I begged them to let me

go home. In a desperate attempt to gain my freedom I even promised to

come back in a week. I tried to tell them that I would be more

cooperative and enthusiastic next time. For a moment I thought my

pleas were being answered. The Dr. came over to me with a stethoscope

and placed it on my chest. After a few moments she told the others

that my heart rate was slightly elevated, but not a problem. She then

inspected my breasts and vaginal area. The Dr. announced there were

minor lacerations to the breasts. Also the vaginal opening had been

torn and badly bruised. Mrs. Winston inquired as to the severity and

was told that an antiseptic and some antibiotic ointment would be all

that was needed. The next question asked of the Dr. was whether or not

I could continue. Her answer was totally devastating and made me start

to scream and again rip at my bonds. She said I was still in good

shape and could still take more. Through my screams I heard the Dr.

suggest that she first clean me up and treat my wounds. At that point

it was the wardress who said to wait. In her opinion it was only fair

that Goldie have her turn with me. I fell instantly silent. The

thought was more than I could bear. To my horror the rest of the group

quickly agreed.                      Goldie had removed her dress

earlier when she was whipping me. She was still wearing the long white

heavy bra and massive girdle. I watched as she pulled the bra cups to

the sides revealing her huge breasts. She then hurriedly undid the

garters and pulled the girdle toward her waist. The sight was

appalling.                                                       She

had exposed her jet black nipples and mass of pubic hair. As she

approached the table I started saying that I could not do this. I

stopped screaming and in an almost calm voice told everyone that I

would not. I said that if she put any part of her body near my mouth I

would bite it off. Amused the wardress asked me why I felt that way. I

said it was bad enough having to eat them but I would not do it to a

black woman.

First I tried begging. Then when I felt I was getting no place I made

the mistake of saying that no matter what they did I would not eat

her. Goldie went into a rage and said that she would beat me until I

agreed. The wardress suggested I be given another dose of the hoses.

Mrs. Winston said she would get me to cooperate with the cattle prod.

Even the men were angry and shouting suggestions. Finally the Dr. told

them all to be patient. She said that some caution had to be taken.

She reminded them about proceeding slowly in the beginning. As they

all began to quiet down she told them that she would do something that

would make me beg to obey them. But, she added would be less

physically damaging. As they had done before, they fell silent and

listened to her. Someone asked what she had in mind. She appeared to

ponder the question and then replied. She said she would use a torture

that she uses on some of the high priced whores that are brought to

her by their pimps. The procedure leaves no marks, is quick, causes

terrible pain and has no lasting effects. In that way as soon as the

whore agrees to do as she is told, she can go right back to work.

Through this dialogue I just struggled and begged them not to hurt me

anymore. As the Dr. headed towards the cabinets, Mrs. Winston looked

down at me and said I could stop the punishment. All I had to do was

immediately agree to eat Goldie's cunt. For disobeying, I would have

to also ask to have my tits whipped with the hoses. If I did this she

would stop the Dr. Without even thinking about it I told her she was a

perverted bitch and to go to hell. I would never eat the black maid.

With a smile, she said "I was hoping you would say that". As I turned

my head I saw the Dr. coming toward me carrying a length of thin hose

and a tube of K-Y. Nervously I demanded to know what she was going to

do. Her reply was to wave the hose at me and tell me,"this is a colon

tube and it is going up your ass". Without saying another word she

took the now familiar position between my widespread legs. It took

only a second for me to feel the lubricant being pushed into my

rectum. I quickly felt the cool jell going inside me. Even this small

intrusion was painful due to the swelling of the entire area. She then

uncoiled the hose onto my stomach. I was able to see that it was about

5 feet long but thankfully only about 1/2 inch in diameter.

Holding one end in her hand she bent beneath my line of sight.

Immediately I felt the hose being pushed into me. Between sobs I

alternately begged her to stop and asked what she was doing. She

neither stopped nor answered me. I could feel the tube going deeply

into me. I also watched its length disappear from my stomach.

By this time everyone had assembled around me and was commenting on

what the Dr. was going to do. I kept hearing them say enema, only the

wardress shook her head negatively and smiled. The tube continued into

me. It was not what I would call painful but it was a strange

sensation. I could feel the internal movement just below my naval. As

I strained my head to look at my stomach I saw that the entire length

was gone. The Dr. reappeared, walked to the side of the table, looked

directly into my eyes and stated that the tube was well placed at the

top of my large intestine. Frightened and confused by the fact that I

felt no pain I again begged them to stop. It was Mrs. Winston who bent

over me and told me that what I was about to experience was

unnecessary. Had I obeyed and let the maid have her turn, I would be

off the table by now. But I had to learn, and would now be punished

until I begged Goldie to let me satisfy her.

My eyes went toward the massive black woman as I bravely said never. I

remember Mr. Gund looking at me and in his sarcastic self assured way

tell me "never say never". Suddenly the Dr. laid a small oxygen tank

on the table next to me. Silently I bit my lip and dug my nails into

my palms. Whatever they were planning was going to be terrible. They

were already preparing to revive me, I thought. Next I watched as the

Dr. tightened a strap across my stomach and another across my

forehead. Having my head fastened robbed me of the small luxury of

seeing what was happening. I felt movement between my legs and then

felt the cold steel of the oxygen tank next to my ribcage. The Dr.

then entered my line of sight, looked down at me and simply said that

I knew what to say if I wanted her to stop.

Bathed in sweat and shaking in fear I just stared up at her pleading

with my eyes. First I heard a strange hissing sound and then it felt

like someone had driven a knife into my stomach. A scream of pure

agony echoed through the room. I was sure I had been stabbed. Oddly

the flash of pain ceased as quickly as it had come. It was replaced by

what would best be described as severe cramps. Before I was even able

to speak the Dr. was asking me if I was ready to obey. Still trying to

understand what had just happened I again heard the hiss. The

sensation was the same. It felt as if my stomach was being ripped

apart. The way I was strapped to the table allowed me almost no

movement. All I was able to do was try and pull free causing my

muscles to cramp. I imagined they were putting some type of long

needle into my stomach and the cramping was the result of my

struggles.                                               This time I

was able to speak first. In a very unsteady voice I asked what they

were doing to me. The Dr. began to explain that this was a modern

version of an old oriental torture she had learned in Viet Nam.  They

used it on prisoners they wished to interrogate but did not want

visibly bruised. All it was, was air being forced into the large

intestine. When the Viet Cong did it they would insert a hose attached

to a tire pump. Now this group used the oxygen tank.

Proudly she said how much better this method was because of the

increased pressure. As if giving a lecture she told of the great

success she achieved with the treatment. She must have thought I had

not heard enough because she added that the same treatment could also

be used on a womans uterus and bladder. Although I heard the hissing

sound of the oxygen, there was no way to prepare for the agony that

followed. Given some seconds to recover I was again asked if I was

ready to obey. Foolishly hoping for some kind of reprieve I remained

silent.                 The next torrent of air was much longer than

the rest. The pain was so intense I could not even get the small

relief screaming allows.        This process was repeated many more

times. It is still difficult for me to understand how air could cause

such pain. As a cloud of darkness was about to descend over me I

remember yelling for them to stop, I would obey. A cool cloth was

placed on my face and I was given time to recover. Mrs. Winston then

asked me what I was prepared to do. She said I should  be explicit. I

recall thinking that not only did they want to see me suffer, they

also wanted to hear me humiliate myself. In a small shaking voice I

said I would do Goldie. That was not enough for them. I was told that

I would have to be more convincing and graphic.                 I said

please let me satisfy her. They asked how I would satisfy her. Not

knowing what they wanted to hear caused another dose of the oxygen to

crash into my stomach. Finally I realized what they wanted. In order

to save myself another turn of the valve I would give it to them. To

my complete disgust I heard myself say, "please let me eat goldies

cunt". Apparently I was correct. The straps were removed from my

stomach and head. The sight of Goldie mounting the table and squatting

over me almost made me vomit. Not wanting to cause myself anymore

punishment I fought the impulse, opened my mouth and closed my eyes.

The black woman was more interested in vengeance than pleasure. Before

I could even feel the moist flesh of her opening, I had to use my

tongue to cut through the mass of course dry pubic hair. Nauseated I

continued until I felt her smother me with her gaping pussy. When it

felt as if I was making some progress she lifted herself from me. I

watched as she changed her position. Now I had one of her massive

nipples over my mouth. She then said start sucking my tits slut.

Afraid of the consequences I did as ordered. Several more times she

changed position. I had either her pussy or tits shoved into my mouth.

She continued giving me directions and verbal abuse. These were

punctuated by a slap to my swollen and tender breasts or a blast of

the oxygen. Finally after what seemed like hours of this, I felt her

thighs tighten around my head. All at once I was trying to breath,

swallow her vile secretions and scream because she was tearing at my

breasts. As Goldie got off the table I realized that everyone had gone

to the sitting area except the Dr. Slowly Goldie began releasing the

straps as the Dr. pulled the hose from deep in my intestine. Feeling

totally abused and violated I silently prayed that they were finished

with me. Crying openly I was helped to my feet. Leaning against the

table I remember hanging my head as much from humiliation as from

exhaustion.  The thoughts of what I had just been through kept

pounding in my head. My entire body ached from all the physical abuse

I had suffered. I just stood there hoping this nightmare was over at

last. Without saying a word the two women each took an arm and helped

me toward what had earlier been referred to as the water room. At that

point I was too weak and disgusted to even protest. Upon entering, the

Dr. asked if I needed to use the toilet. Nervously I replied yes and

was lead to the bowl. Not caring that it was in plain site in a corner

of the room, I let them almost drop me onto it.

Immediately the Dr. sent Goldie to get me coffee and cigarettes. As

she handed me a glass of water she told me to relax and assured me

they were almost done. I gulped at the cool liquid thankful for

something to wash the vile taste from my mouth. In the dazed state I

was in the words "almost done" took a few seconds to register. Before

I was able to question the Dr., Goldie returned with a tray. She

placed it on a counter next to me and sarcastically said "help

yourself". I quickly lit a cigarette and poured a cup of coffee. While

doing so I heard the Dr. giving the maid instructions.

She told her to let me rest for awhile. Then to wash me off, douche me

and help me fix myself up a bit. As she was leaving she turned to the

maid and said "remember the men fucked her, give her a douche on the

pipe if you want too". Then she added to call her when that was done

because she had to attend to my injuries. Still not fully aware of

what was said I remained on the bowl smoking and drinking coffee. I

must have presented a truly bizarre sight but after what had happened,

I really didn't care. Goldie spent a few minutes adjusting her own

underwear and freshening up. She poured herself some coffee and sat on

the examining table across from me. Not feeling strong enough to stand

I remained seated and kept my eyes toward the floor. The silence of

the room was deafening and I could feel her glare burning into me.

The thoughts of what had just happened and particularly the remarks I

had made in reference to the maid kept going through my mind.

Thinking, if I tried to apologize to her it might help me later I

finally spoke. I remember how in a soft voice I said I was sorry. I

told her that I was in terrible pain and was very frightened. My words

only seemed to get her angry all over again. Looking down at me she

just told my to keep my mouth shut. She had heard it all before. She

said I was not the first white bitch to think I was better than she

was.                 With venom in her voice she told me how she was

glad I said what I did. It only made it easier for her to hurt me. She

went on saying that I had only fucked myself. Now she would make sure

that anytime she had the opportunity to make it worse for me, she

would. Before I could say a word in my defense she got up and said

that I had enough rest. To emphasize the order she grabbed a handful

of my hair and stood me on my feet. Still holding my hair she put her

face only inches from mine and said "now strip bitch". All I was left

wearing were the shoes, stockings and waist cincher. Not wishing to

further anger her I quickly obeyed. As soon as I was totally nude she

pushed me to a spot near where I had been sitting. The wrist cuffs I

wore were then fastened together and attached to a chain that hung

from the ceiling. I watched as she pushed a button near the door and

my arms were slowly pulled over my head. This continued until my feet

no longer touched the floor.                          Immediately I

felt the burning sensation in my shoulder muscles. The position also

put a tremendous amount of strain on my abused breasts. Hanging

helplessly I could only watch as Goldie picked up a hand shower and

turned some faucets. The treatment that followed was not a shower, it

was just another form of punishment. The maid took great pleasure in

adjusting the water temperature. At times I was engulfed by an ice

cold stream. Other times it felt as if my skin would be blistered by

the hot water. Although not an inch of my body was spared the torment,

she paid special attention to certain spots. My face was one of her

prime targets. More than once I was forced to hold my breath because

the water was being directed into my nose or mouth. Her other

favorites were my breasts and pussy. The pounding liquid hit the

already tender areas with the force of one of the whips. It would

cause an agonized scream which would make me open my mouth offering an

ideal target. She continued her game for a long time until thankfully

the water was turned off.               As I felt my feet touch the

floor I heard her sarcastically ask me if I enjoyed my shower. Still

supported by the chain I had to endure the further abuse and indignity

of having the maid dry me.. Again she turned the simple task into a

punishment. As she unfastened the chain from the wrist cuffs a broad

smile appeared on her face. Then she said "now the real fun begins".

She lead me to the opposite corner of the room. Remembering the

instructions the Dr. had given I knew the douche was next. As we

stopped in front of a strange looking apparatus I felt the knots begin

to form in the pit of my stomach. Although I had seen this piece of

equipment when Mrs. Winston gave the tour, it now took on a new

prospective. It was about to be used on me. As goldie helped me onto a

platform about four ft. square and a foot off the floor, she told me

to pay attention to what she was doing. She added that over the next

year I would spend many painful hours up here. Looking at the

apparatus only confused me as to how it worked. The front of the

platform had a panel which consisted of valves and gauges. Sticking

through the top of the platform I stood on was a pipe about the height

of my knees. I recall wondering how I could be given a douche. My

thoughts were interrupted as Goldie grabbed one of my ankles and

fastened the cuff to a hook near the edge. My legs were spread until

the other ankle was attached to a hook on the opposite side. Next a

chain was attached to my wrist cuffs and my arms were raised toward

the ceiling.                                          I was forced to

stand in the position of an inverted "y". The pipe aimed straight at

my spread pussy. For a moment I thought that possibly the water would

shoot up at me. That I soon realized would have been a blessing. As

soon as goldie was satisfied that I was well secured, she stepped off

the platform and went to a cabinet. As I hung there waiting, I

wondered what time it could be. I remembered being told that I would

be kept for approximately twelve hours. So far, with all that had

happened it seemed like days. The pain and fatigue were getting the

best of me. Possibly the worst, was the total feeling of despair and

helplessness. After this small taste of what I had to look forward to,

I wondered how I could go on. The thought of any woman being subjected

to this was beyond my comprehension. Just then the contract I was

forced to sign crept into my thoughts. It would be impossible for me

to survive a year of this. I was so immersed in thought that I did not

even realize that Goldie had returned to the platform. She was

kneeling in front of me doing something to the pipe. The position I

was in made it difficult to look down but after pulling and twisting I

managed. What I saw made me begin to tare at my bonds and scream with

renewed energy. She was attaching a nozzle. It could best be described

as a very large butt plug with a hole at the top. Suddenly I began to

understand what was about to happen to me. As the maid approached the

control panel, I began to plead with her not to hurt me anymore. I

remember telling her that if I had to be douched, to please do it

another way. I even offered to do it to myself. As a sinister smile

came to her face, she just looked up at me and said   it was time to

pay for what I had said. As her fingers turned one of the valves, I

watched the pipe move  upward. Bond as I was there was no way to avoid

the nozzle as it searched for my spread pussy. As soon as it touched

my swollen and beaten lips I groaned in discomfort. That was only the

beginning. As Goldie increased the lift of the pipe I began to cry as

the hellish nozzle pushed its way up into me. This continued until

most of my weight was concentrated on the object between my legs. The

pain was not caused by deep penetration, but by the stretching and

pressure on the already abused area. Like I had done so many times

already I found myself screaming and begging. That only brought a look

of satisfaction to the maids face. She then squatted in front of me

and checked the placement of the nozzle.                          It's

purpose was to form a seal using the lips of my pussy. That way it

would also keep the liquid in me. Satisfied, she stood up, looked

directly into my eyes and said she would take a minute to tell me how

this apparatus worked. I was told that hot water would be pumped into

me under pressure. Again she pointed out the shape of the nozzle and

explained how it would prevent the water from escaping. That would

cause a tremendous strain on my internal organs. The volume of water

would also cause severe swelling to my lower abdomen. And last but not

least, with sufficient pressure the water would force it's way into my

uterus. To taunt me further she said that if she had enough time she

could make me look like I was six months pregnant.

With an evil smile on her face she said because she had to hurry she

would not be able to do as much as she would like, but reassured me

there would be another time. That said, she returned to the valves,

leaving me begging and struggling. As I watched her turn a faucet I

tried to brace myself, anticipating a deluge of water. Instead I just

hung there waiting. Finally I felt the liquid gently begin to seep

into me. At first it actually seemed to have a soothing affect. I

should have known it would not last. Within seconds the pressure began

to build and it was getting hot. Just a few seconds more and it felt

as if I was being scalded internally. Instantly my entire body was

covered in sweat. As I tried to scream at her to stop, I was again

gripped by severe cramps. So intense was the pain that I was unable to

catch my breath in order to get the words out. To make this ordeal

even worse was the fact that I was watching my stomach swell until I

was sure permanent damage would be done. Just then I saw the maid

again turn the faucet. The water stopped pouring into me. It took some

time but finally I was able to ingest enough oxygen to regain the

ability to move and most of all scream. Between the pressure and the

severe temperature I did indeed scream and struggle to be free of this

hellish device. My contortions only caused me to become further

impaled on the nozzle. That only increased the pain from the

injections. No matter what I did it only caused me greater suffering,

and gave the maid even greater satisfaction. I remember how I tried to

calm myself realizing that the worst was over and I had again

survived. It seemed that my body was also adjusting to the pressure

and extreme temperature. The stabbing pains I had felt earlier were

now less severe and further apart, although I was still in great pain.

Wishing to inspect the results of what she had done to me, Goldie

stepped up on the platform. As I begged her to release the contents of

my tortured pussy she just laughed and sarcastically said she would,

soon. She then began to verbally torment me. She again told me to

familiarize myself with this device because I would no doubt be

spending many uncomfortable hours on it. To emphasize her point she

directed my attention to the shelves lined with different types of

nozzles. Some she said were for douches and others for severe enemas.

She saw my reaction and with a smile said that what had just been done

was mild in comparison to some of the enemas she would be giving me in

the future. As she continued talking her hands began to roam over my

swollen abdomen. That brought a fresh wave of pain surging into me.

Still not satisfied she began to slap the distended flesh, causing me

to again scream in agony. Finally she stopped hitting me. Again the

pain began to diminish and I stopped screaming. Just as I was about to

beg her to please stop, the Dr. came into the room and stepped onto

the platform. She asked Goldie how I was holding up. As she listened

to what the maid was saying she began to examine my stomach.

Thankfully I heard her say that I had enough for now and to get the

water out. With a look of disappointment on her face I watched Goldie

quickly return to the controls. As she turned one of the valves I

screamed more from surprise than from pain. The liquid was being

sucked out of me. The relief was instantaneous. Within seconds even

the swelling of my stomach was slowly disappearing. As this was

happening, the Dr. looked at me and said it was done this way in order

to avoid a mess all over the floor. As a smile came to her face she

added that the suction could be increased to a very painful level. As

she finished the sentence she nodded her head at Goldie. Suddenly it

felt as if my insides were being ripped from my body. It was difficult

and in itself painful, but there I was, screaming again. Finally the

suction stopped and I felt the huge nozzle descend from between my

legs. Goldie then asked the Dr. if she wanted me released. Her answer

was that my wounds needed some attention and now was a perfect time,

adding it was better that I was secured.                  In a matter

of fact tone, she turned to me and asked how I enjoyed my douche.

Without waiting for a reply she stated that they would get even

better. She also took the opportunity to remind me that some enemas

would be given in the same way. Her expression told me she was

relishing the thought. Without being told, Goldie brought the Dr. a

tray. In a panic I  looked down at its contents. Alcohol, cotton

swabs, antiseptic ointment and a small covered container. I watched as

the Dr. saturated some of the swabs with alcohol. She then began

wiping my breasts. She was anything but gentle, using the procedure as

an excuse to further abuse my swollen and beaten chest. There were

several areas where the skin was broken and I cringed when they were

touched by the fiery liquid. That was nothing in comparison to having

her use the alcohol on my battered pussy. Not only did she swab the

bruised areas, she made sure to get the liquid well up inside me.

Crying openly I just hung there wondering how much more I could take.

Next she applied the antiseptic and told me I would be fine in a few

days. That said she wiped her hands and I sighed to myself, believing

she was done.               My optimism was destroyed in a heart beat.

She opened the small container and picked up a syringe. I recall

saying out loud, "oh god no". Her reply was another sarcastic smile.

her only words were that I needed an antibiotic shot to be on the safe

side. Without any warning and with the speed of a cat, the oriental

sadist plunged the syringe into my stomach just below the navel. My

reaction was instantaneous. Every muscle in my body seemed to

contract, and my entire nervous system went ablaze. Thankfully the

needle was removed in an instant, but the effect lingered. It took

awhile for me to draw a breath and again focus on my surroundings.

When the ability to speak returned all I could say was "why, didn't

you hurt me enough". After a pause on the Drs. part she answered by

saying, "not nearly, I enjoy hurting women and I take every

opportunity to do so. That was just a sample. It could have been

worse". She continued by telling me that in the months to come I would

be given injections in a dozen places far more sensitive. As she

stepped off the platform she turned to me and said think of how the

needle will feel in your armpit or even in your clit. The thought of

her words caused the blood to drain from my head putting me on the

verge of unconsciousness. In a haze I saw the maid approaching with

the now familiar vile of amyl-nitrate. A few breaths were all that

were needed to jar me back to total awareness. It also amplified all

the torments I had endured. I was barely able to stand as the maid

released me from my bonds. At her direction I stumbled off the torture

device and fell to my knees on the floor.

Her intense hatred of me was apparent as she said get up cunt and do

as I say. As I began to pull myself up, the Dr. looked over at me and

asked if I would like another shot to wake me up. The threat made me

almost jump to my feet. I was then told that I had fifteen minutes to

get myself dressed and fixed up before they came for me.

I remember asking in a weak tone if they were through, and could I go

home. My reply was that I had an hour left and the men wanted another

piece of me. Goldie motioned to the tray of coffee and cigarettes that

were still there. She said she would be right back and I should help

myself. As I lit a cigarette and poured a cup of coffee I tried to

summon whatever strength I had left. I mentally repeated to myself,

only one more hour. I also thought of the Drs. parting words, the men

wanted another piece. I remember standing there, confused by all I had

been through, trying to understand what she meant. Finally I assumed

it meant they wanted to use me for some sex act. At least I thought

they would not hurt me anymore.

Glancing at the cosmetics made me realize I had been given a command

and I knew better than to disobey. With unsteady hands I began to

apply some make-up and fix my hair. As I stared into the small mirror,

it was as if I were looking at another person. This could not possibly

be me. As my mind began one of its many journeys, Goldie returned and

interrupted the thought by placing a small pile of lingerie in front

of me. Quickly glancing at me she said I looked fine and to put on

what I was given. Afraid to anger her in any way I stood and picked up

the first article. It was a well constructed black longline bra with

garters. Slipping the straps over my shoulders brought my inflamed

breasts into contact with the cups. As I feared, that caused immediate

discomfort. Before I even had a chance to comment, I felt the maid

pulling the back together so she could hook it. One by one each hook

was attached forcing my breasts into the garments vise like grip. My

protests and pained sobs only encouraged rougher treatment. After

somewhat of a struggle on Goldies part I was firmly encased in the

bra. Even if I had not been given the injections, the cups would have

been tight. Now my breasts spilled over the tops and pushed out of the

sides. Besides the renewed pain in my breasts the garment made

breathing difficult. Next I was handed a pair of black nylons and told

to quickly put them on and hook the garters. That was easier said than

done due to the pressure of the bra. As I stood to put on the shoes I

had worn earlier, Goldie checked the cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

Satisfied, she turned to one of the cabinets and took out what

appeared to be a dogs collar and leash.

She handed me the collar and told me to put it on. I remember staring

at her and asking what she meant. In her cold sarcastic tone she said,

"around your neck asshole". After locking it in place as directed I

was ordered to get on my hands and knees. The maid then attached the

leash and told me to follow. To emphasize the command, she pulled on

the leash as you would an animal. Totally humiliated and still in

considerable pain I was lead toward the waiting group. They were all

gathered in the sitting area and as I approached a loud roar of

laughter erupted. I could only imagine I was the cause. Getting closer

I heard some of the comments they were making in regard to my present

situation. It only made the deep feelings of humiliation and

degradation that much more unbearable. Once in the center of the space

I was told to stay as I was and Goldie dropped the leash and walked

away.                             Before my eyes was a very bizarre

sight indeed. The men were seated, basically dressed as they had been.

The women however were all lounging on couches. They were still in the

underwear they had stripped down to when I was forced to service them.

The main difference being that Laura had rejoined the party and was on

her knees with her head buried between the wardresses legs. Until my

arrival that seemed to be the main attraction. I watched the wardress,

her expressions revealing a woman totally lost in ecstasy. As I looked

over at Mrs. Winston, it appeared she had recently been satisfied. She

had a strange look of contentment on her face, almost as if she were

under the influence of some drug.      Suddenly I was aware of goldie

coming toward me dragging a heavy wooden chair. She placed it next to

where I was, still on my hands and knees. I was then ordered to stand

behind the chair, bend over the back, and place my hands at the edge

of the seat. With practiced movements, my ankles were spread and

secured to the legs. My wrists were then fastened to the top of the

front legs. This caused me to be bent at the waist, legs straight and

slightly spread. It also served to thrust my ass up and out. The

downward pull of my wrists had my head and breasts hanging toward the

floor. After remaining in this position for several minutes, the two

men approached. They immediately began fondling and probing. Along

with the examination came a dialogue of what they might do to me. It

was quickly established that since they had both fucked me in the

conventional manner, they wanted something else. As Mr. Winston began

stroking the curves of my ass and thighs, he began to tell Mr. Gund

his desires. He said how for years he had watched me strut around the

office in my tight skirts and heels. He described how his eyes would

rivet on the cheeks of my ass. As his strokes became more suggestive

he told of the desire to one day have me in this position. Now that I

was at his mercy he would take the opportunity to fulfill his fantasy.

Unable to move and afraid to say a word I just listened and hoped for

this night to end. Mr. Winston then called the Dr. Within seconds she

was standing with the two men. Her presence immediately sent a wave of

fear through me knowing that she was responsible for most of my

suffering so far. Without hesitating Mr. Winston said he wanted to

fuck me in the ass.   Sarcastically he added that it be ok if it hurt.

His vulgar words struck me with the impact of a whip. Although I had

engaged in this form of sex many times I now shuddered in fear. I knew

that bent over the chair as I was, and after the beating with the

hose, this would not be pleasant, at least not for me. Before I could

give it any more thought the Dr. replied. She said that was no

problem, but in a devious tone suggested the need for some special

preparation.                 I watched as she disappeared from my view

only to return in a matter of seconds carrying a tray. I was able to

see what was on it and again began to sob. The tray contained the same

gynecological clamps she had used on me in her office. The other

instruments were unfamiliar to me, but I feared them nonetheless.

As she stepped behind me I immediately felt the clamp being forced

into my rectum. I was still stretched from my earlier battle with the

dildos so it was not terribly painful. However when she started to

open the clamp it felt as if I was being torn and my pleas grew

louder. I was also concerned with what she was going to do.

While the men watched intently she went back to the tray and put on a

pair of rubber gloves. For some reason that scared me very much and I

began to cry and beg even louder. I watched the Dr. open a container

and remove something that looked like an egg. Then she carefully

grasped it with a pair of long forceps. As I watched her step behind

me again she began to speak.

She told the men that she was about to insert a ginger suppository in

me. It would be a few minutes before it took effect. She explained

that these suppositories were mainly used on show horses. When put in

the horses ass it made them hold their tails up in the air trying to

ease the terrible burning. The Dr. said she had been using them for

years in a variety of ways.

The men listened as the Dr. explained some of the uses. If a girl

needed a lesson she would be tied down and have several shoved into

her pussy and ass. She would be left that way for many hours feeling

as if her insides were being burnt away. When the victim submitted or

had enough the only way to stop the burning was to wash the ginger out

with very hot, soapy water. The men were told how the Dr. amused

herself by watching the unfortunate victim give herself very painful

enemas in order to stop the burning.

As I felt it pushed deeply in me the Dr. continued her dialogue. She

said that when it melted I would experience a terrible burning

sensation. I would also be forced to relax the sphincter muscle. Then

with a broad smile she said the main reason for it's use was that it

would cause me to try and push it out. That coupled with the terrible

burning sensation would guarantee a very enthusiastic performance by

me.      In her clinical tone she cautioned Mr. Winston to make sure

he used a condom in order to avoid getting the ginger on himself. As

she departed to join the other women she said I would start feeling

the effects any minute and again assured him that I would be a good

fuck. Again the Dr. was true to her word. I began to feel a terrible

burning sensation deep within me. I was also aware that I was putting

on quite a show by trying to free myself from the chair. As my

squirming increased, the men's comments became more vulgar. Finally I

heard Mr. Winston say that it appeared that I was ready for him.

Although I tried desperately to tighten the cheeks of my ass, the

effects of the ginger made it impossible. It was easy for the man

behind me to plunge his cock fully into me. The rapid and unwanted

penetration caused me to scream out in pain. The burning sensation was

also taking hold.

Knowing that my protests would only make this sodomy more enjoyable

for my attacker and difficult for me I tried a different approach.

Despite what the Dr. had said and with tears streaming from my eyes I

tried to remain as still and quiet as possible. My reasoning was that

if he thought I was not being hurt he would stop. Again I was wrong.

My act only caused the two men to become angry.

Mr.Winston began pounding into my burning asshole as Mr. Gund came

around to my head. With nowhere to turn I watched as the German sadist

dropped his jeans again revealing his massive cock. He then grabbed a

fistful of my blonde hair and jerked my head up. His look was one of

pure contempt. I then felt his large and powerful hand strike the side

of my face so hard I was sure he had knocked out several teeth.

Although I came close to being knocked unconscious, I clearly heard

him say that if I did not suck him well I would be severely punished.

Trying desperately to avoid any more suffering I opened my mouth as

wide as possible.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes my body received an unmerciful

pounding at the hands of my two rapists.  Mr. Gund was so large and

brutal that I was sure my jaw would be dislocated. He also took great

satisfaction in forcing his huge cock into my throat making breathing

very difficult and causing me to gag violently. At the other end Mr.

Winston was still enjoying the ass he had desired for so long. With an

almost maniacal abandon he continued fucking as I continued to beg and

burn.

However, as if the rape and suppositories was not punishment enough

both men were very free with their hands. Mr. Gund used my breasts to

urge me to greater depths as my swollen pussy was used as a handle to

aid in penetration. Finally the men came in their respective holes.

Mr. Gund almost choking me as he savagely gripped my hair and warning

me to swallow every drop. Mr. Winstons movements became tense and

erratic until he collapsed on my back waiting for his breathing to

return to normal.

Totally exhausted, but still thrashing wildly trying to ease the

burning, I remained fastened to the chair. Slowly I became aware that

some of the women had gathered around to witness the oral and anal

rape. I remember looking at the Dr. and begging her to stop the

burning. As she unhooked my wrist and ankle cuffs she asked me if I

wanted an enema. Without even a moments thought I screamed

"yes,anything". I was helped into the water room by Goldie and only

the Dr. followed. The others had apparently lost interest.

Unfortunately these two weren't done yet. I was roughly dragged to the

table were the coffee and cigarettes were. Goldie literally dropped me

onto it. I was so weak and in so much pain that I just laid my upper

body across it and stayed there. In my position I was able to watch as

they prepared the solution.      They must have used the ginger often

and knew I would do anything to stop the unbelievable burning. They

were filling a large bag with very hot water, I remember seeing the

steam rise. The Dr. was also adding things from the bottles on the

shelves. Next a very thick enema Nozzle was attached to the hose.

Then they hung the bag above me and handed me the nozzle. Next to add

to my anguish they walked to the opposite side of the room and sat

down. There I was feeling as if there were lit matches inside me,

holding the enema, looking at my torturers. After what seemed like an

eternity, the Dr. spoke. She simply told me that if I wanted to end

the burning I would have to give myself the enema. She quickly added

that if I spilled a drop on the floor it would be taken away and I

would be left with the ginger. As difficult and humiliating as it was

I began to push the nozzle into my ass. After being sodomized by Mr.

Winston and still suffering the effects of the Bees Venom, I was very

sore and swollen. Finally after a lot of pushing and squirming the

nozzle was in. I knew I would also have to inflate the balloon. That

was painful. What made it worse was the fact that I was hurting

myself. I had no choice I had to stop the burning. I kept pumping the

bulb to inflate the balloon until the pain was severe. I wanted to

make sure none of the liquid escaped.. Next I released the clamp

starting the flow.                         Instantly one burning

sensation was replaced by another. It was only a matter of seconds

before I felt the terrible pain of the enema. To add to my distress

was the long tight bra I was wearing, it didn't allow my stomach to

expand. I was about to close the clamp when I heard the Dr. saying the

if I stopped the flow I would not be allowed to restart it. I was so

afraid of the ginger remaining in me that I let the bag empty. It

truly felt as if I would burst. I just laid there whimpering. The

cramps were getting bad, it was hard to breath and I was fighting the

urge to vomit. Worst of all were the two women watching me suffer and

laughing. Finally The Dr. told me I could let it out as they both left

the room.        Alone I crawled to the bowl and fought to release the

enema. Somehow I must have passed out because I awoke laying on the

floor near the door looking up at Mrs. Winston. I immediately began

begging her to let me go. Instead of acknowledging me she directed her

reply to Goldie. I recall her telling the maid to bring me upstairs. I

remember how I began to sob, realizing that it was over and I had

survived.                      Finally for the first time in almost

twelve hours I was free of any restraints. Slowly I stood using the

wall for support. In a foolish show of defiance I gazed at the group

of perverts with my head held high. I was beyond caring about my near

nakedness or the bruises that covered most of my body. As I stood

there I tried desperately to disregard the burning deep in my

intestine or the pain in my tits and pussy. It was also hard to ignore

the dried cum still on my thighs and chest.               Although

almost impossible considering the circumstances I was determined to

leave with some measure of dignity. But as Goldie helped me to the

door Mrs. Winston detected my show of bravery and had to have the last

word. Making certain everyone could hear she told me to make sure I

was on time for work Monday morning. She then added that I should keep

my evenings free as she had some plans for me. When I did not answer

she drove her point home by yelling, "do you understand slave".

They had done to me again, I was beaten. As I exited the door of the

dungeon I did so with my head hung cursing them under my breath.

Struggling to climb the stairs I began to mentally curse myself. After

all it was my own stupidity that had put me in this position. Now I

would be made to pay the price only I did not fully understand how

high it would be.

End of Part 2

Continued In,

A Year Of Slavery # 3-1

" Tina "