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After the success with Maddy, I feel sort of pleased with myself I put on the waspie, my bra and panties, and sit down to roll up my stockings. I've nearly made a month... a few more days and Mistress Thorne can claim me, at least I hope she will.. she must right? Wednesday now.. I guess Monday makes it the full month... yeah... so only a few days to go. I slip into my tight mini-skirt and start to button my blouse.. okay, so I have to get through three days, should be easy... I trot down to the pool, slightly embarrassed to be making an entrance so late in the day. I hurry to my desk and bend down to put the cuff around my ankle, when I'm called to a halt. "Angel! Thtand up thtraight immediately!" comes a voice, both stern and lisping. I turn to see Lenore in... well it's halfway between a supervisors uniform and a sissy dress, maybe Mistress Divine is getting ready to return her to her role. I mean... it's a black dress but really frilly, and tight around the knee's making sure she minces.. and she's wearing black boots, but.. they've got massive platforms. It means instead of striding up to me like a supervisor, she's mincing worse than I do... "Well? Come on then you little thlut!" she orders, her voice sounding a little desperate, and as I straighten to look at her I can see a large tongue piercing which is making her lisp, and I hate to say it, drool a little. "Yes Miss," I reply with a curtsy. "Hmm.. better! And remember that I am thtill a thupervithor you thilly thiththy thlut!" she says, angrily, and making me glad she's still six feet away from me. "Yes Mith.. I mean yes Miss," I reply blushing, I didn't mean to copy her lisp it just happened! She looks mad, but a glance back to Mistress Divines office makes her calm herself down. "Come with me, Mithtreth wanth a word with you..." "Yes Miss," I reply with another curtsy and follow her to the office, she's taking really short steps so I have to walk slowly behind her, trying not to giggle at her frantically wiggling but.. oh she must know how silly she looks... In fact there's muffled giggles and she minces past the girls on the way to the office. They go silent as soon as she glares at them, but then the giggles start from behind her... oh it's so cruel! Even though part of me knows she deserves at least some of this treatment, I end up feeling sorry for her by the time we reach Mistress Divine's office. I'm also well aware that she'd take my sympathy rather worse than the mockery I'm escorted in and give a deep curtsy to Mistress Divine, holding it whilst she chat's on the phone, completely ignoring me. My calves are aching by the time she finally looks up and acknowledges me and Lenore. "Well done Lenore, you might just earn your post back at this rate. Now be a dear and take this message to security... and try not to flirt with them too much." "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, right away Mistress," she says, with an awkward curtsy before taking the note and shuffling out, Mistress Divine watching her intently as she goes. "Tell me dear princess, do you think she should become a supervisor again?" "P.. please Mistress Divine, it's not my place to say," I reply blushing. Mistress Divine smiles and turns to me, pressing one perfectly manicured nail on my nose. "I know darling, but that's why I'm asking you." My head spins, guessing whichever I pick will lead me into trouble. A.. and I bet Mistress Divine will tell her too. So.. supervisor right? That way she'll be pleased with me? But.. oh I don't know... I stand there, my face torn with indecision. "Come on now darling boi, you must have an opinion?" she says tweaking my nose with her finger. "Do tell..." "I.. I.." I swallow, remembering what she was like with Diane and Me.. she wasn't exactly bad but.. I wonder... Master James, is what is going to happen to him her fault? "I think she should b.. be demoted to a s... sissy again Mistress Divine" Mistress Divine's smile widens. "Oh good, I thought so too.. but.. let her strive a little longer hmm? You never know, she might manage to impress us princess." "Y.. yes Mistress Divine," I say, flushing, in something of a cold sweat. "Now dear, to important business. Darling Robin, and he is a darling now, is getting so much better. Why most of those ugly masculine features are gone now, and his breast implants are healing nicely. Of course he's not allowed out of his training room yet, but I thought as a little treat you could have a video chat with him?" My mouth forms an O and my stomach flip flops, I.. I'm not sure I want to see this.. .but I nod. "Yes Mistress Divine of course." "Excellent princess, I knew a sweet boy like you wouldn't let me down," she smiles moving her hand to caress my cheek. "Such a sweet boy... don't let that nasty Thorne spoil you." "N.. no Mistress Divine," I manage, still off balance. She nods, then walks over to her desk and picks up a remote before pointing it at the wall. A screen lowers down from the ceiling and a projector lights it up. "Now dear, there's a seat for you... and please be nice to the poor thing. He's had so much stick and very little carrot." I flush at the reference and watch as the screen switches on. There's a blonde girl there, big brown eyes, long lashes. Her mouth is pursed in a little bow, and she looks pretty though there are some bruises and little scars on her face.. and below large breasts, held down with bandages. Her eyes focus on me and her face lights up. "Angel! Oh Miss Angel.. I love you!" she squeals. "I.. I've watched all your movies, and you're such a slut! I hope to be like you when I'm finished!" My mouth drops open, this.. is Robin? This.. was Mr Winters? "Robin?" I gasp. "You know my name!" she squeals, her face getting even brighter. "Oh wow.. that.. that is like so cool, wow..." I blink, wondering just what has happened to her memory, and watch as a clouded expression passes over her face. "Oh... yes... I remember... I watched the movie! You knew Robin... m.. my previous... oh..." And she bursts out crying and sinks to her knees "Please forgive me... oh please. I'll do anything.. I.. he was such a bad bad man... but I'm a good boi now.. I'm going to be! Mistress Divine said I might not be the most useless little whore ever! Isn't that great?" "S.. sure..." I whisper, deeply unsettled. "Please Miss Angel, m.. may I make a r.. request?" she asks timidly. "M.. Mistress Divine said that I might?" "S.. sure R.. robin," I say and marvel at the look of excitement that crosses her face. "May.. may be permitted to k.. kiss your ring Miss Angel? T.. to say sorry? I.. I know I'm not worthy t.. to touch you.. .not after what he.. he tried to do, but.. I'm better Miss... please l.. let me kiss your rosebud?" I glance across to Mistress Divine who nods slightly, and I flush, looking back at the screen I nod and whisper. "Y.. yes R.. robin you may..." His, or her, eyes nearly roll back in her head at the thought, and she staggers back, letting me see her shrunken cock in a tight little cage trapped between her stockinged thighs and a teeny tiny belt of a skirt that leaves it quite exposed. "Oh.. oh.. oh yes..." she squeals and a little drip of cum comes out of her drooping cock. "Oh thank you so much..." She leans in and kisses the screen, or the camera I guess, leaving a big pink lipstick mark there. "Oh miss Angel.. they say I can see you next week... I.. I'm so looking forward to it. I.. I'll make sure I get spanked extra hard first so I can show you the marks." "Please.. th.. there's no.. need," I say swallowing, then watch as the lipstick smeared image closes. "Well done dear, it must be hard to see your tormentor like that. And I'm so glad you accepted his offer. It'll give the darling young ladies who sent him here something to watch to prove how well he's progressed." "Y.. yes Mistress Divine," I say, then venture. "I.. it's quite a transformation Mistress Divine." "Why princess it sounds like you disapprove?" she says turning to me, and giving a knowing smile. "But then you are a sweet caring creature... are you not?" "Yes Mistress Divine.. I.. if you say so." I flush. "Oh I do darling boy," she smiles again. "But no.. no mercy will be shown dear. You may not remember but that sweet creature raped one of his staff. And please be assured he remembers every detail... and is suffering for it." I nod, aware of the twisted justice behind it, but still deeply uncomfortable with it. "Of course Mistress Divine, you know best." She smiles, ah.. that was the right answer. "I know dear, and how good of you to remind me. Now run along. I believe Thorne has you for one of her classes, and a good girl like you won't want to be late." "No Mistress Divine, thank you Mistress Divine," I say dropping a curtsy, then leaving as I'm dismissed. I walk back to my desk to see a pile of clothes there.. another school uniform, and a note telling me to get changed then and there... I flush at the thought, though all the girls around me must have seen every part of me exposed by now. I unbutton my blouse, then watch as I see Mistress Thorne leave her room and storm through the pool and out into the corridor. Shit she looks pissed... I.. I hope it's nothing serious, and I really hope it's nothing to do with me... What ever it is, I don't want to make it any worse and hurriedly remove my clothes, wriggling out of my skirt and finding, for once, that I can unbuckle my shoes. Out of my office lingerie and into a pair of white panties, and a matching white bra. Next a short blue pleated skirt and a white blouse with a red-neckerchief. Okay.. I get it, it's Japanese style, as are the long white over the knee socks, and the black shoes, though I bet no real school girl has 6" heels. The socks fold down to cover the tops of the shoes and I do a little pose to make sure they're right... fine... Next I pick up the little satchel attached, aware it's got a little angel charm attached to it. The little angel is in bondage.. and looks kinda familiar, but.. it's also cute. I hurry to the classroom, and wait with the others, trying not to look at Vanessa or her friends, or Diane.. or Cherry... shit the class is so small I can barely look at anyone now. A bell rings and the door slowly swings open.. no Mistress Thorne inside. We carefully walk in, looking at the seating plan on the board. Written across the middle in massive letters is the instruction. "Angel to walk to the front, bend over facing away from the class and assume the spanking position." The last N has a smear of chalk next to it, as if the stick broke as it was written. S.. shit... I feel my stomach drop, but, aware all eyes are on me, walk to the front of the class and bend over, showing my white panties to the entire class. My hands reach over to clasp my ankles and I wait.. and wait... aware my class mates are giggling. Then.. after at least ten minutes, high heeled footsteps sound at the entrance to the class room, and slowly walk down the aisle. The class are silent, and I hear the slap of something hitting something.. a crop into her palm. "Good afternoon class," Mistress Thorne's voice sounds hard and cold. "Good morning Mistress Thorne," The chorus, I remain silent, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to. "Now..." I feel her grip my panties and yank, tearing the stitching and pulling them from my body. "This little slut is about to receive her punishment for misbehaviour. Can any of you tell me what it is?" There's silence, and I'm trembling slightly, normally I... I'd be excited at the thought of a spanking from Mistress Thorne but, she sounds so.. angry... "No one?" she says with a trace of a sneer. "Now that is a lie. I know for a fact some of you know what this is about," There's a sound of movement. "Ah yes, of course, Diane you have permission to speak." "Please Mistress Thorne, is it because she's a total slut whore?" "No," Mistress Thorne replies. "Though I am not finding any fault in your description..." Oh shit.. if she's taking Diane's side instead of mine... I'm so fucked... "Let me begin her punishment, and see if it jogs anyone's memory. Now repeat after every spanking 'Angel is a total slut whore, thank you for my punishment, please punish me more Mistress Thorne." Before I can agree or inform her that I've heard the first blow lands, before I've got halfway through the sentence the second one lands, and the third... and again and again. Twenty strokes of the crop before she makes me beg for more for not getting my lines right, at least Thirty for wobbling, another twenty for not speaking clearly, and fifty for crying... by the end I'm sobbing and my arse hurts so much it's going numb... finally she finishes and I sob to the end of the line. "Right slut, take this book and stand in the corner. Fold your skirt up and the back and tuck it into your waistband so everyone can see your punishment, do not speak! In the corner place this book and your hands on top of your head. Do not hold the book. If it falls off you will have a repeat of your punishment. Now go!" I rise up enough to curtsy then take the book and hurry to the corner, balancing it on my head and stand feet together facing the corner, trying vainly to hold back the tears and the sobs and wondering just what I've done that's so wrong. "Now.. anyone ready to say why that little cunt is being punished? No one?" Mistress Thorne's voice comes cold and sarcastic. "Really? Very well. Vanessa, Mallory, Willow, come here and assume the position." There's the scrape of chairs being pulled back and footsteps walking to the front... I shudder sniffing then freeze as the book starts to slide. "Now let me make this very very clear," Mistress Thorpe's voice sounds even more bitter. "This is my class, you are all my students and you all obey me. There will be no bullying in this class, the only one here who has any authority is me, do you understand?" There's a chorus of yes Mistress Thorne, then I hear the sound of the crop hitting flesh, and a yelp. "Now... these three little sluts thought that this was wrong and that they could bully one of my students. Now.. if you want to know what the penalty for not reporting bullying is, just look at that snivelling creature in the corner." There's a faint sigh as the room realises what's going on, and a couple of whimpers, I guess from Vanessa and her cronies. "Of course there's absolutely no punishment for bullying..." I close my eyes and whimper, that's just not fair! Shit... shit... oh fuck... I start crying again, only to hear Mistress Thorne's footsteps and the crop being brought down hard against my arse. "I thought I told you to be silent!" she snaps, and after a yelp I force myself to be quiet... there's a round of giggles in the class room which makes it worse. "Now.. where were we? Oh yes... now no punishment for bullying in my class, so why, the brightest of you may be wondering, are these three sluts bent over ready for a spanking?" Mistress Thorne says casually. "Hmm... can anyone guess?" There's silence, I.. I guess the class is trying to work out exactly what Mistress is playing at... Then there's a swish and the sound of a crop hitting flesh, and a yelp. "Lying," Mistress Thorne says. "Lying to me... you knew exactly why the ginger whore was having her ass whipped, but you kept silent. Disgraceful.. now Mallory, with your poor locked up cock, that me for the cropping you are about to receive." "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne, thank you for punishing me Mistress Thorne!" she whimpers, and then counts out thirty blows of the crop. "Good, now you are expelled from this class. Go find Miss Cleo, I believe she has a use for a creature like you." "Yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne." "Excellent, now Willow, you are easily led aren't you?" "Oh Yes Mistress Thorne! I'm a sissy who does whatever she's told!" "Good, then you will say how happy you are that you are being expelled from the class, spanked thirty times and sent to Miss Rivaro," Mistress Thorne says casually... "B.. but my hair?" Willow whimpers. "Will be shaved off. Now tell me how happy you are about that!" "Please Mistress Thorne... please not that.. I'm a good sissy.. I am! I am!" "Then why are you not obeying my orders?" Mistress Thorne says coldly. "Let's start with the crop and you can thank me afterwards" Some fifty or sixty crops later the sobbing Willow is released, whimpering how glad she will be to have all her hair removed... It's kinda hard listening to her sob and run away.. I know how bad I'd feel if my hair was shaved off... "And now for out little ringleader with the big cock... tell me why are you here?" "For lying," Vanessa says, her voice steady. "Please Mistress punish me, I deserve it." "Oh I will, I will.. but why are you really being punished?" Mistress Thorne says still coldly. "F.. for.. err.. bullying?" Vanessa says confused. "But you said..." "I said there would be no bullying in my class, and that there would be no punishment for bullying," Mistress Thorne pauses. "In my class, however... you were all bullying that snivelling little slut outside my class weren't you?" "Y.. Yes Mistress Thorne," Vanessa says. "And I accept my spanking." "Hmm and I note from your tone this does not upset you?" "I'm an owned sub Mistress Thorne," Vanessa's voice is smug. "I'm protected..." "Yes.. yes you are," Mistress Thorne sighs. "So.. the crop it is..." Thirty spanks, thirty sorries and I guess it's all over when Mistress Thorne orders Vanessa to rise. "May I go now Mistress Thorne?" Vanessa asks. "Pardon?" Mistress Thorne sounds a little distracted. "Since I've been expelled Mistress Thorne, may I go?" Vanessa still seems smug. "Just one little thing... or as I've heard one not so little thing," Mistress Thorne says. "Your cock... let's have a look at it." "Of course Mistress Thorne." Vanessa seems smug, and I head a rustling. "There you go." "Yes... that is particularly large. And seemingly quite erect. From the security camera's when you were bullying that slut in the corner it seemed very productive too..." "Oh yes Mistress Thorne, my Master and Mistress made sure it produces lots and lots of cum," Vanessa sounds even more smug. "Would you like a demonstration." "Hmm?" Mistress Thorne again sounds non committal.. that doesn't sound right... "I'm sure you could easily make it... productive...." Shit! She's coming on to Mistress Thorne, in front of the class? Seriously... that.. that sounds stupid.. I hope it's stupid... I... 'crack' Vanessa screams, and I guess Mistress Thorne has just cropped her on the cock. Another crack... and another... "No.. no! Oww! Oww... oow...." "Honestly you little shit, did you really think that would work?" Mistress Thorne sounds cold again. "Coming on to me so you could come onto me?" "B.. ut..." "And forgetting to use my title.. oh and look how nice, that monster dick of yours is coming back down again. Maybe you can use some of the blood supply for thinking now?" "What? But.." "Hmm... let's make sure you keep that blood in the rest of you Vanessa?" Mistress Thorne says and I hear the unmistakable sound of metal on metal. "I'll just lock this on." "Nooo!" Vanessa wails. "You can't do that... my owners!" "Have given me full permission," Mistress Thorne says, sounding amused. "After I had a little chat with them and explained the alternatives. You are to be kept like that until further notice, and I would like to point it's a combination lock, and only I know the code." "But.. but..." "But no Vanessa, you are really going to learn the meaning of blue balls. Now hurry along and out of my class. Quite frankly I'm sick of the sight of you." "Yes Mistress Thorne," Vanessa whimpers and I hear her scurry out. Mistress Thorne gives a satisfied smile. "Ah yes.. and now order is restored. Unless any of you want to challenge my authority?" "No Mistress Thorne!" Is the hurried and earnest reply from the half dozen or so girls left in the class. "Excellent, now please open your books and... hmm.. Cherry, you can start reading page 3, paragraph 2." I listen to the sounds of Cherry standing up and reciting from a graphic description of submission, and try and focus on her words rather than my discomfort and my sore ass. Chapter after after from the various class members, two of which have difficulty with the words... and then they start writing. As they do there's less distraction and I really have to concentrate not to think about the burning pain in my arse, or the stiffness in my body as I hold the pose. At the end of it, they hand their work to Mistress, there are a couple of spankings and then the class is dismissed. But no word to me... Mistress Thorne returns to her desk, and I hear her sit and begin to write... I wait, cold and very uncomfortable, until finally. "You are dismissed." I turn take the book in my hands and start to walk to the desk... "Take the book, it is your assignment." I curtsy, clasping the book, and walk towards the door. I'm reaching for the handle when she finally speaks. "I am very disappointed with you... letting a creature like that use you, and not telling me about it." I turn mouth open to speak. "Not one word," Mistress Thorne says, not even looking up from her desk. "Being tormented by the staff... fine, that's what they and you are, here for. But if you want to be mine, you tell on anything like that. Silence in front of creatures like Vanessa is what gives bully's their power." Mistress Thorne sighs. "And trust me, I know about bullies. A good dominant is not a bully... unlike Black. And it's a good thing I didn't find out about this last night or... well I might have left you to her tender mercies. Whereas now she is relying on my tender mercies." There's another pause. "And that is it... I am too angry with you to talk further. Visit me Friday afternoon and we'll see." I nod, curtsy and leave, walking halfway through the office before realising I need to un-tuck my skirt from my waist band... damn that's embarrassing! I hurry to the canteen as the office is closing and I haven't eaten all day, and collect my food... There are special tables in the canteen for kneeling at, for sissy's like me who have been spanked so hard that chairs are painful, so I kneel there, trying not to look at the others at the table, though all of them seem equally embarrassed to be here. Of course being embarrassed, being humiliated here is normal... it.. it's what I signed up for, but right now I feel so low... I've disappointed Mistress... After my meal, I head upstairs to my room, not feeling like doing anything but sleeping... hoping for Friday to come and for her to forgive me. I strip off my sailor suit and leave it lying on the floor, before changing into an ivory silk nightie and matching panties... I don't bother to tie myself up, I sort of want my midnight visitor to be cross with me and strap me up tightly, make me suffer... and besides I.. I've not even looked at her last note... I contemplate hunting it out, but just lie back on my bed, wanting for her to come and punish me.. make me suffer like I feel I deserve. I wake to a hand over my mouth, not the soft feminine touch I was expecting but a large man's rough paw. I try and scream, but he drags me out of the bed so I'm standing struggling in front of him, my head pressed hard against his chest. His second hand wraps around my waist pinning my arms to my sides and he straightens lifting me off the floor with barely a grunt off effort. I struggle, kicking back at him with my bare feet, trying to squirm out of his grip. "My my... it seems like it's feeling feisty tonight." Officer Morton seems amused by my pathetically futile struggles, but then her tone hardens. "But this is cutting into torture time, get it restrained, use whatever force is required." I freeze, at the thought of torture time, and of 'whatever force' is required. I don't resist as I'm rammed face forwards up against the wall, not do I struggle as my arms are cuffed behind me. The man pinches my nose forcing me to open my mouth then forces a ring gag into it before strapping it tight. Next a heavy blindfold is strapped over my eyes, leather from the smell, then I'm dropped to the floor and feel my ankles being strapped together. "That was no fun Beast. Make sure it struggles more next time." Morton's voice is cold, and I hear a deep grunt of acknowledgement, and a hefty finger shoved against my rose bud. "Oh yes.. next time definitely... now come along." With no ceremony I'm picked up and draped over the 'beasts' shoulder, so my face is resting on his back. Of course the thin material of my nightie has flipped up exposing my sore buttocks to the world as he walks along. Okay.. I'm not that heavy.. my body has been sculpted slim but still.. he should show some evidence of fatigue as we walk through the hallways, but no... even after my arse is covered in goose bumps from the cold, there is no sign of stopping until he stoops down and drops my body onto a cold floor. "Well done beast, you may go... play with one of the gobblers if you have the need," Officer Morton dismisses her... pet? Then turns her attention to me. "And as for you... little worm. It seems you're not under Thorne's protection any more. So fun time... you are in a room with four walls, one of them is a safe wall, the other three are not. They all lead to an unpleasant forfeit for you... not unpleasant however as the punishment if you don't head for one right away worm!" I feel the stinging pain of a crop across my exposed thigh, no doubt as 'encouragement' and start to squirm across the floor. I.. I doubt there is a safe wall or any chance of respite from this but... I have to try. I just wish I could see! I squirm my body along, face down across the floor. At one point I try to roll over, to use my hands but the strikes of her whip convince me otherwise. What's worse, my exertions, my predicament, and the feeling of being trapped between my panties and the floor is making my cock hard... After while of humping my near naked body across the floor, and getting guided by strikes from the whip I made contact with the wall, and hear Office Morton laugh. "Oh dear.. that was a bad wall..." I hear her stride across the floor, booted heels echoing off the hard surface, as I struggle to catch my breath through the ring gag. I hear a slight creak if her clothing as she bends down and seems to grab something on the strapping on my ankles.. a ring I guess, and drags me across the room. Next there's a click and something attaches to the binding and there's the noise of a motor, and.. slowly I'm hauled into the air by my feet. "Fuck! What a disgusting beast you are!" Officer Morton is both amused and disdainful. "That fucking sissy cock is hard? From this? What a perverted creature..." I blush groaning as my hips are lifted from the floor, then groan again as my weight rests on first my shoulders then my head, until I'm finally dangling head down... my nightie falling down so it covers my gagged and blindfolded head, leaving my body exposed. "My my.. look at that.. so unblemished for the most part and then..." I feel her hand trace my body then slap me on the arse once, twice making me swing. "Now time for training..." I hear her move back and then feel the whip, stinging on the back of my knee, then across my stomach, then my breast... each blow making me flinch and writhe in pain. However, she's not at it long before I hear more footsteps into the room. "Mistress Raven, Circe," Officer Morton says and I guess she's bowing. "Thank you Morton.. and what do we have here? Ah.. the little ginger one again. My my this could be habit forming," Mistress Raven's voice, smooth, confident, a little scary.. "Perhaps," Morton says. "But... it appears whatever protection Thorne had arranged for it has been withdrawn. I didn't want to miss the opportunity." "Quite..." Mistress Raven says. "Tell me.. have you tried your new little device on it?" "Not yet..." Office Morton seems happy. "But I was just about to..." "How luck that we are here to witness it," Mistress Raven purrs, and I think I hear her kiss... Circe? The one with the pony girls? "Of course," I hear Office Morton stem near me, and hear an electrical crackle, then something is pressed into my flank... I scream into the gag, my bound body writhing, swaying on the chain... oh fuck that hurt! I can't help myself as my body swings back, but nothing happens.. nothing until the swinging has almost stopped and my breath has come back... "Ooh nice.. do it again," Circe's voice. "Of course Miss," Officer Morton says, and I feel the device touch my arse this time, another shock another writhing burst of agony, but this time she does it again.. and again... until screaming I blank out. When I come to, my body aching I've no idea how long I've been out, not too long I reckon, and I can hear the voice I associate with Mistress Raven. "That has always been your problem Morton, you go straight to ten in punishment, no build up, no variety," There's a heartfelt sigh. "There is a technique to this, an art, to get them to welcome the agony and the humiliation, to making them beg to be forever less than human. Isn't that right dear Circe?" "Oh yes my love..." Circe purrs venomously. "All my pony's beg to be animals," she gives a nasty little laugh. "Eventually. They learn that is all they will ever be...." She gives a little satisfied sigh, as Mistress Raven continues. "Whereas Morton, your treatment leaves a simmering resentment, satisfying in it's own way I suppose, but prevents total acceptance. Letting them believe there is hope is one thing, even cultivating it on occasion, but that is hope through you, not by your defeat. After all look what happened to dear Miss Black." "That was Thorne's scheming. None of these sluts has enough about them to plan that." "Ah yes.. Thorne. And you've taken her little favourite... and subjected it to some agonizingly unsubtle torture." Mistress Raven seems amused, and I feel a gloved hand caress my leg. "Because she's withdrawn protection? Hmm... don't be so sure." I feel the gloved hand move down my thigh, and round till it's stroking my cock, I try and remain silent and still.. please don't let them know I'm awake! I don't want to be hurt again... "Throw a bucket of water to wake this darling creature and have it placed in the lift. I believe Divine will have a use for it in the morning, and we have another use for it tonight," Mistress Raven's hand stops on my cock, probably sensing a twitch through my body. "And don't worry Morton, if Thorne hasn't claimed it on Friday after Divine's finished her little games you can bring her here again for a little Friday fun, and... if you're really lucky it might last for the rest of its' life." I hear her step away, and other footsteps before my body and face are hit by freezing water, making me squeal and writhe again, then feel myself being slowly lowered to the floor. My shivering legs are tucked up and chained to my wrists and I'm carried out and placed kneeling on a metal floor... which moves. The lift I guess? And I.. I suppose I'm to be collected and taken to my room again, just like last time? But.. what use do they have for me? I.. I don't understand. The lift stops and I feel a change in the air as the doors open, more cold air pressing the damp material of my nightgown against me... I shiver wondering if the doors will close, and then what? I.. I guess I should get out of the lift? I shuffle forwards slowly, my bare legs scraping along the metal floor as I slowly progress towards the cold air. I hit the ridge where the doors slide across with my right knee, then carefully lift my knee over it. The metal ridge presses into my shin, and again as my other leg comes over... I try and lift them as far as I can to avoid bruising or cutting my legs, but it's hard, and I really don't want to cut my legs... though I guess this pain is so much less than what I've gone through. Finally out of the lift and onto the corridor. Of course it's a service corridor with a floor of concrete... and I can't progress blindfold, I could end up anywhere, eventually.... I head the elevator doors close behind me and the lift descend, making me feel even more isolated. Not knowing what else to do, I shuffle sideways until my shoulder touches the cold wall of the corridor. Shivering I lean against it, feeling more helpless than ever, and start to cry... I don't think I've been there long when I hear footsteps approaching. Flat shoes? A man... security? I.. wonder if it's the man who saved me last time? Or one of his team, though they weren't so reassuring. The footsteps stop and I hear a gasp, then a little chuckle. "Oh my.. you again," It's the weasel voice from last time, and.. I guess he's alone this time because he gives a little chuckle. "Don't you look sorry for yourself? But I guess you're still excited, look how hard those little nipples are?" I moan into the ring gag. Of course my nipples are hard you moron! I'm freezing... but he's not looking for the truth, and as I hear the unmistakeable sound of a zip going down I realise he's looking for an excuse. "Tell you what slut," He says, his voice almost friendly. "You let me use your mouth to get off on, and I'll take you to your room hmm? Yes? I thought you'd like that idea." I hear familiar sounds, he.. he's masturbating, looking at me! Then I feel him grab my hair and pull me away from the wall. I barely react... the realisation of what he's about to do can't make me more miserable than I am already... and I feel something pushed through the gag and into my mouth. I.. I touch it with my tongue, yes.. it's his cock, and it's small... not as tiny as poor Cherry's but... any normal one would fill the ring gag. I hear a moan of frustration from him, disappointed that the size of his cock will limit the sensation through my gag, then feel him grab the sides of my head and start to fuck my mouth anyway. "Use your tongue bitch! Make me cum or you'll be sleeping in the corridor all night!" What can I do? I use my tongue to explore his cock, licking it, getting him excited. From the way his breath deepens I guess it's working, but I hear more footsteps approaching.. and the sound of the lift? He's too deep in raping my mouth to notice... then suddenly a lot of things happen at once. "Aw shit man!" It's his team leader. "You stupid shit! What did I tell you?" "C'mon boss.. it's harmless," he groans. "I.. and I'm so close..." "No stop it or... oh fuck!" His boss sighs and I hear the doors open and high heeled shoes step out "What have we here? Assaulting a sissy? Oh dear me, guard," Mistress Raven. "What?! No.. oh.. oh.. fuck..." Weasel groans and I feel spurts of his cum splatter into my mouth then his cock leave my mouth as he's dragged away, the last jets hitting my face. "Oh yes.. and fuck? I think the correct phrasing is you're fucked," Mistress Raven amused. "And you certainly will be." "Mistress... please," the senior security guard asks then stops. "Really? Are you honestly going to defend him?" Mistress Raven is chuckling. "My dear... I thought you had more class. He's assaulting a helpless slut... surely an indefensible crime? And you know what his contract says don't you?" "Yes. I do." "Man, you can't let her do this!" It's the third guard, sounding angry. "He's one of us man..." "Oh he can let me do this and he will," Mistress Raven continues. "Your dear leader cannot defend your friend this time. And I think he's smart enough to choose his fights yes?" I suppose there's a nod, as I can't hear anything. "Good. Now take this creature back to it's room, whilst me and my friends take away our new toy.." "Boss... please! You can't let them do this to me! You can't I... hmm! Hmm mm mmy!" Weasels pleading is shut off, I presume by a hand over his mouth, as his boss says in a resigned voice. "I.. I'm afraid I can. And.. you brought it on yourself, you stupid shit! I warned you... so many times..." There's a muffled scream and the sounds of a struggle.. and the sound of another muffled scream making me wonder if Morton's new toy has just been used? Then dragging back into the elevator. "Have a good night," Mistress Raven says with a smile, before the door's close and the lift descends leaving me and the remaining two guards alone in the corridor. "Fuck!" the boss swears. "Damn idiot!" "Man you shouldn't have let them take him," the other says accusingly. "What the fuck could I have done? They might have decided they'd take all three of us. Remember that damn contract?" "Still..." "Look they caught him with his damn pants down! No excuse no nothing! His cock in that poor sissy's mouth! And yeah before you ask it's almost certainly a fucking set up." "So it's that little whore's fault?" "Don't be stupid. It's his own fault..." I feel a warm hand on my cold shoulder. "Now let's take her home before she freezes." "You can take her by yourself," the junior guard says. "I'm having nothing to do with that fucker." His boss sighs. "It's not her fault, she's just the bait. Do you honestly think she had any choice in the matter?" "Yes!" The other replies and I hear him storm off. "Damn fool!" The hand on my shoulder grips firmly, comfortingly. "Now let's get you upright..." He kneels down beside me and I feel the chains fall away from my ankles, and then I allow him to guide me to my feet. "Damn, you're shivering... hang on..." And then I feel his jacket over my shoulders, a massive relief in my current status. "Come on then... room 13 isn't it?" I nod. "Yeah.. it figures. And.. the blindfold stays on, but I'll get you cleaned up when we get to your room. It's a long walk on hard floors, back to the residential area, and the soles of my feet are still sore from Diane's treatment. But then pretty much all of me is sore right now. I let him guide me, my body and mind feeling more numb than anything... until finally there's the sound of a door opening and I'm guided into what I presume is my room. "Now.. gag out," He says and there's a welcome relief as the gag is eased out of my mouth and I finally get to close my aching jaw. "And take these cuffs off." "I.. I'm sorry," I whimper. "Shush," He says a little gruffly as he removes the cuffs from my wrists. "You didn't actually do anything... get yourself sorted." And with that, I hear him walk out the room. I pull off the blindfold and run to the wet room. What I need most right now is a shower! Actually what I need is to spit the taste of that guys spunk out of my mouth right now! After spitting that out, I do shower, warming myself up, washing the semen off my face and slowly feeling human again... right now a morning as Kitty seems a walk in the park. In fact, I replace my ruined white nightdress with a pink one... Mistress Divine would like that, then I hit the bed face down and despite, or perhaps because of everything fall swiftly asleep.