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Madhouse Chapter Five
I was standing in my ballets and despite a months practice in six in
heels, my toes were simply killing me. My feet, I was sure, were not
meant to stand en pointe. Inside the latex mask and suit, sweat was
running rivers down my back and thighs and collecting down in my toes:
With everything tight on me, from toe to neck, the puddle there was
rising up to my ankles. The only consolation of my boots were that they
looked awesome. I would love to have seen them on my wife, but glancing
over at her, I could see she was wearing nothing but my sister, who was
all over her.
In the mirror, my new monster breasts stood out massively, accentuated
by my long leather rib crushing corset, making the white spandex dress
stretch tightly.
My latex female mask had been painted heavily and garish, with dark
hues, smoky eyes, long heavy spangle earrings. Four sets, one set of
silver going all the way to my breasts. The blonde wig was all Dolly,
big and wild and surprisingly, not cheap looking at all. Just slutty.
The plug I was wearing, the one that was so fat that Master Jason had
determined would never ever come out - and I thought he was right on
that - had forced me to stand somewhat pigeon toed. Looking at myself up
and down in the mirror, I looked drop dead whore gorgeous. A man beacon.
A neck breaker. With my surprised and sultry look, and my latex lips
formed into a permanent O, I could be a home wrecker. And despite my
pain, I found myself liking what I saw. I had been conditioned to, and I
had been conditioned well. For months.
But is there something more, slut, is there something there that
conditioning didn't affect? Can you attribute everything to
"conditioning? A whisper went through my head.
Looking at myself, it was clear that Master Jason had spent my money
well.
He was admiring his work quietly, listening to the sound of my wife and
sister making love. "Steve, what do you think?"
Steve had been my best friend, and in some ways, still was, but he had
been turned against me by Jason. He was supporting my tottering self so
I wouldn't fall, and I could see lust in his eyes. Not the lust I had
seen him wear not so many months ago, when we'd have a drink in the bar
and he's seen a woman he wanted to bed. This was crazy lust. Lust for an
object, which I now was, lust to use something for need. He had what I
could only describe as a rape look of lust.
I knew, hell we all knew, that Jason had been drugging the vodka with
aphrodisiacs. He was, after all, a doctor. A rogue doctor if ever there
was one, and one whom had access to drugs. Lots of drugs. And to some
degree or another, we had all been held hostage in my house for months,
me most of all. I'd even had to spend a week in the box, a coffin like
thing of darkness and white noise with hypnotic tapes that told me
things I don't remember. The reason was unclear, possibly I didn't make
him come fast enough, or get my sister off fast enough. It didn't
matter, it was fabrication anyways. He wanted me to spend time in the
box. And I did, without protest from anyone, even my wife. So I could be
conditioned to be a filthy stupid slut.
And it had worked. I was a financial wizard, but numbers escaped me now.
Basic strategic analysis now revolved around how deep to curtsey, how
well to suck, how to place one high heeled shoe directly before another,
how to sway my hips.
Yet, in all that formative time, Jason had always had me appear as
disgusting, as degraded, as possible. Old come drying on me, or molding
under my plastic. Bad eye shadow streaking my face from my tears. New
make up applied over the old, and cakey. Once, he had taken a crap in
the toilet, and pushed my wig into it, and then made me wear it. It
stank to high heaven and made me cry. They sent me into the basement
that time. But not before Jason made my wife kiss me, dismiss me and
loose her love for me. She was being conditioned too.
Now Steve was actually drooling. It wasn't just the drugs. "I want to
fuck it."
Jason laughed. "That's what the slut is maid for, Good Steve. Trust me,
it can't bite. Just stick your cock in there and have a go at it. I
think it'll be the best cocksucking you'll ever have had."
Steve let go of me so he could remove his golf shorts; he had intended
to play on my course today, but events clearly distracted him. I
promptly fell over, not used to these ballets and not used to the
forward weight of my twin monsters straining my dress. I tottered, put
one foot out, waved my arms wildly, tried to straighten my legs.
I screamed, "o, o, I awing" (oh no, I'm falling, and I can't get up!).
The carpet rushed up at me and then the shit hit the fan.
Jason was taking off his belt as I turned to look at him, scared. I knew
what would happen. His face was going purple with undisguised rage. My
wife and sister stopped messing with each other and hugged together,
wide eyed, fearful. Steve stood there, mild, drugged, his boxer shorts
at his ankles, sporting a huge hard on.
Jason's belt has metal diamond things on it. They hurt. He'd whipped me
before furiously with it, drawing blood, and the scars from it still
remain with me. At least when he had whipped my wife into submission, he
had used the other side. She got welts, but no tears on her beautiful
skin.
Now, growling, the beltwhip flew and landed on me. "You ungrateful slut
whore!"
Slash!
I curled. "I ory (I'm sorry), I iin e o aw (I didn't mean to fall)"
"I finally dress you to stand like a queen, and you don't have the
patience," Slash! "to stand!" He roared and his mottled face was a mask
of rage. "I spend all this money! All this time!"
Before, when he'd whipped me, I'd almost been naked, wearing gossamer or
silk and the pain had been extreme. Now, Master Jason was whipping me,
but I was trussed as a doll. I wore a layer of latex, a layer of
spandex, and a layer of leather under my white spandex dress. I felt the
sting, but the pain was comparatively mild. I struggled to get up.
Slash!
I almost fell from that blow, but leaning on the couch, I managed to
stand and curtsey, feeling the weight again on my toes, and the sweat
slide back to their puddles. My white spandex dress had rips from his
whip. In a way, the gashes, showing the leather under, made me look
sexier, almost punk.
Master Jason, breathing heavily, stopped. His eyes gazed me, apparently
liking the improvements, then darted away, and then returned to me. "You
are beautiful, slut. Do not disappoint me again. Do you hear me?"
"eh aher (yes, master)."
"Good." Suddenly he was sunny again. He came up to me and hugged me. He
kissed me deep and looked well into my eyes. I, conditioned, responded,
melted into him and submissively swirled around his searching tongue
with mine. "Good," he said again.
He walked me backward to the dining table. He pushed me on it. He pushed
me down so that I was lying. Master Jason looked over to Steve. He
looked over to my wife and sister. He smiled feral. "Good."
I laid there, on the dining table, glad to have the weight off my toes,
feeling sweat puddle in my back, my jaw sore from the O ring embedded in
me, feeling the constant spasm of my ass trying to clench down on my
plug.
He turned away, and then turned back. "It's fucking time, slut."
"I want to fuck it," Steve said.
"Fuck it then."
Steve kicked off his boxers, climbed onto the table, and with no
preamble, no recognition, rammed his cock into my mouth. It was fat and
engorged, and he rammed it deep. His buttocks sat on my chest and
breasts, pulling the little wires attached to my nipples, as he began to
rock back and forth. He didn't look down, didn't hear my moan of pain,
but looked off, somewhere. I could only see the back of his head, and
his furry back.
Master Jason appeared close to my face. "Give it back, slut. Fucksuck
him and moan for me how much you need him, how much you want him. Act
like the slut you are!"
I raised my head to meet Steve cock, moaning as best I could about how
much I loved his cock. MMM. Mmm. MMM. But Steve was in some sort of
nirvana and just kept bashing my head back into the table. And then I
felt him pulse and pulse again and suddenly he was erupting into my
mouth, salty slippery semen. Some of it went to the back of my throat,
some went around my mouth, a little went under my tongue. None of it
spilled. But my whole mouth was full of it.
Master Jason, smiling wildly, gleamed at me, even as Steve grunted and
fell on top of me, crushing me. "Fucking time, slut, means no more food
for you except this. This is your food. No more tooth paste, slut. This
is your paste. No more water, slut. This is your water. Slut, I'm
breaking you. Into little pieces of madness."
My eyes wavered to him, unsure of what I had just heard. Steve's cock
slowly shrank. He moaned, "God, what a perfect slut." He pulled himself
out of my mouth, leaking a little after cum on my wig. He wobbled a bit,
trying to remember where he was and forgot. He rolled off of me and fell
to the floor with a thud.
Steve yelped, "Ow the fuck. I'm so tired. Fuck it." I heard him fall
into snoring.
I could feel a little come dribbling away on my mask. "a ha a o? (Master
Jason?) uh ou ou ee (what do you mean?)?"
Master Jason smiled at me, understanding completely what I had said. "We
are only starting little one and when you are insane, and have lost all
that you love, I will take you and keep you. As mine." He cackled, he
actually cackled. "Do you remember? When I first arrived? What you said,
when you wore your first panties?"
I did. Doctor Jason had run out of gas, right by my mansion. We, the
four of us, coming home from a party, had invited him in. Given him a
glass of wine, offered our hospitality. Offered a taxi. He had declined.
He made us laugh. And laugh, such the jokester. Then he had pointed a
gun at my wife...
And took her. In front of me. Then he took my sister. In front of me.
Then, he took control away from me. And I had said...
"You are evil, and you are making this into a MadHouse. Get out!"
He could have shot me. But instead, Master Jason had shrugged. "We're
only getting started." And smiled the smile of the wicked.
And then I started wearing panties, stockings, corsets, heels, even as
we were all conditioned. Conditioned. I never knew the motive of Master
Jason then, and even now, still don't.
Now, he smiled at me, still feral. "It's fucking time, slut. Let me show
you what this O ring does."
Master Jason brought forth what looked like a tuning fork, inserted it
into my O ring and removed the latex O. From his box of toys, he brought
a monster that was terrifying to me.
It was a huge double cock. A smaller one would go into my mouth, while
the other, larger, would extend from my face. Both sides were veined and
realistic. He screwed it in, and now I Had to breath through my
nostrils... I was face fucked and a face fucker...
Master Jason laughed at my look of despair. "Hon, I told you, it's fuck
time." He looked over to my wife. "Fuck the slut. It's your turn." He
looked back to me. "Show me that you like it."
***
My eyes darted over to my beloved, and I saw her cringe a bit. Not at
me, but at Jason. I knew that I had lost my wife's love by my weakness,
but I didn't scare her. How could I?
In fact, I disgusted her. I am sure there were many memories in her mind
of our love and friendship before this all started, but now they were
tainted. Even so, I felt sure that there was a part of her trying to
break out and hug me and cry on me, perhaps as only a friend, yet a
comforting one.
Warily, she got off my sister, and almost waddled over to me. I almost
felt a moment of sympathy, realizing that the four of them had sucked
and fucked and came and orgasmed so often for so long, that really, all
of them had to be sore. Then I concluded that if they had all had too
much sex, while I had none, I was meanly glad that my wife was sore.
Gingerly, she got on the table and straddled me. For a second, maybe
less, I almost saw compassion in her eyes, maybe something trying to
break out, and then it was gone, and her pupils changed and almost
seemed to rotate in madness.
"Do you want me to fuck you, slut?"
Jason was at my ear, breathing heavily. His voice became silky. "Slut,
you look lovely in those ballets, but maybe the six inch heels will help
you walk better. Once you've pleased us, I think I can make that happen.
If you're good."
I was staring at my wife's pussy as He said this. It was dripping in
pleasure, and gazing at it, I saw that the lips were somewhat inflamed.
And shaved, for the first time, I thought, blankly. I nodded my head for
Master Jason and leaned up to my wife's vagina. She plunged onto my
mouth dick and began to lose herself. She fucked me, slamming my head
against the table until I stayed down. She drew her legs up on me and
bending over, placed her elbow on the table. And fucked my sissy cock
face. I found myself sucking my cock, making mmm noise, until her
stomach fell upon me.
I couldn't breathe. She bucked for a while. And finally picked herself
up. She withdrew. She sat back on my knees, on the table.
She looked at me. I looked at her, my screwed penis replica waving
about. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. With the O ring, I had
lost my consonants. Now I had lost my vowels. I could only plead with my
eyes and make "mmm" sounds. High or low, they would still be mmm.
I said, in penis motion, mumble motion and eye intent, "Help me help
us."
It came out as an insolent, "mmm! Mmm!"
My wife took this as an insult! Somehow. "You slut! How dare you! Your
cock is so little, we need a bigger one on your face, and now? Now! You
suggest that this is big enough for you to say anything? You mumble
dick. I hope my Master Jason makes you eat shit."
What was that? I was only trying to send a message to Her. It's too
late, I thought. She's been turned. I started to cry.
Then my sister was riding me. Vaguely, I had heard Jason command her to
do so. She came as well, on me and my mask plug. It irked me that I had
begun to think that it was a part of me. And I cried. Not because of my
plug...
You like the plug, don't you slut?
But because it was my sister.
I saw her go to My Wife and Steve and cuddle, intimately, and then
writhe together. Apparently, I was just the appetizer.
Jason, whispered to my ear, looking where I was looking. "They don't
need you right now, but I do want you. Now." He changed out the plug and
reinstalled the O ring.
He dropped his slacks, he was just a nice dresser, lost the shoes, and
removed his boxers. He smiled. Wicked. "It's just a condom."
It wasn't just a condom. It was a rubber/latex condomium condom, thick
and black, with little ridges and here and there were little fake
diamonds. It was full and full and standing straight out, hugely. It
looked beautiful, and I said so, "o oo uhaoo" (You look wonderful)
Then I realized he was going to fuck my mouth with that thing. And my
mouth and tongue would be flayed.
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