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It's the pain in my arms that wakes me up, I can feel them pulled tight behind me, over the back of a chair I think. Very tight... my shoulders are aching and.. well I've no idea how long I've been like this. My legs are tied tightly, by ankles and knees, to the chair, and my bottom... oh.. that's uncomfortable. There's something hard pressing insistently against my rosebud, and it feels like my legs and arse are resting on a cluster of pins or something. It's not too painful but... it could easily get so. I'm gagged... a heavy wedge of material shoved into my mouth, and strapped tightly in, making it hard to swallow, let along speak.. I can see.. sort of. My eyes are still affected by the drops and it's dark, very dark in the room. "Oh good... you're awake." There's a chuckle. "Let's get started." The voice, I recognise it now! It's Mistress Raven. "Ah.. I see that look," I see the figure walk towards me. "Yes.. it's the famous Mistress Raven. Hmm... so glad that you are familiar with my name. We've met what, three times now?" She laughs. "And I bet you're wondering why I am talking to you hmm? Why am I talking to a creature like you... hmm?" She walks over, her body a collection of elegant curved shadows as she nears me... she places one hand on my knee and leans it. "Why would I talk to something I don't even consider human hmm?" Oh god.. what is she doing? I can smell her, if my eyes worked I could see her.. I can feel her breath on my face... "Because I'm curious, how come something like you has had such an impact... yes... cunning creature, I see behind those innocent eyes. One security guard, two supervisors, and now the, ahem, memorable Miss Black, all brought low by you...." She reaches out to carefully stroke my cheek. "Does that make you dangerous? I like dangerous... none of my pets are dangerous any more, some were of course, but I broke them. I break everything in time." She laughs again, then moves back then swiftly changes her stance so she's straddled over my lap, her weight pressing my legs against the spikes and my arse against the plug. "Are you scared?" She asks, and I nod feverishly, which makes her smile more. "Good.. you should be. But perhaps not for the reason you think... you think I'm just like my dear little Morton? That I'll just beat you and beat you until you are worthless. That is what she wants to do to you, you know?" Mistress Raven sniffs and her hand moves to caress my cheek again. "But that is so boring... you'd find it boring too wouldn't you? And so foolish... even broken you'd hate her, they all do. Hmm... yes, and you would be bored... oh yes, even pain if not varied becomes boring, but..." She shifts her weight so my legs press further onto the spikes then shifts forwards, forcing the dildo into the entrance of my arse. "But I like varied... hmm... yes... you my little creature would grow to love me, and loathe me, and fear me. I would become your world. Your world of pleasure and pain..," She chuckles. "Well mostly pain..." She leans in and plants a lingering kiss on my gagged mouth, before sliding back and off my lap. "Now.. how is it that Thorne signs off with you? Oh yes..." I receive a stinging blow on my cheek snapping my head back against the chair. "See you tomorrow pet..," Mistress Raven says as she walks over and turns out the light. "But you probably won't see me." What does that mean? I moan helplessly as I listen to her footsteps as she walks out, leaving me alone in the dark... It hurts to stay like this, my arms ache, the plug is stuck in the entrance to my arse and, my legs ache, especially when I try and shift them, and fresh pain comes from them. I don't think it's breaking the skin but... it hurts. It's not agonising but just.. unpleasant, and... there's no relief. Plus if I relax it hurts more, so it makes it hard to sleep... so when daylight shines through the curtains, I've done little more than doze a little. The sunrise brings fresh own problems. I can't untie myself, and it becomes increasingly obvious Mistress Raven didn't put them on a time lock.. so... all I can do is sit, and squirm and try and free myself... but all that does is make my legs press harder into the seat, and my shoulders ache even more... I watch with dismay as the day gets brighter, and I can see the shadow creep across the floor. I'm late for Mistress Divine now, and getting worried. I need to get out of here... who's going to come here next? Does someone else use it Friday nights? Or worse... will I be stuck here over the weekend... I moan helplessly, getting myself worked up, squirming... making it hurt more. At least that takes my mind off the increasingly desperate need to pee... I don't know how long it's been, there's no clock in sight, when I hear the door open behind me and someone step into the room. I turn my head to look and see Chanteuse standing in the doorway, in her corset top and leather skirt, every inch the sexy chauffeur, a broad smile on her face as she sees me. She struts up to me and pulls out a phone, dials, then turns it to face me, as Mistress Divine's face appears... "Kitty, you are late," She says. "And I am very disappointed in you, very... although you do seem to have got into a bit of a mess there dear. Chanteuse do be a dear and ungag him." The phone is carefully placed in my lap whilst Chanteuse walks behind me and carefully unfastens my gag, easing it out of my mouth, then reaching in and fishing out a large wad of padding. She returns and holds up the phone again. "Right then darling, perhaps you can explain now. Was it your date that caused such extreme tardiness?" "No Mistress Divine," I reply, my voice breathy and dry. "It was Mistress Raven." She looks genuinely surprised. "Really? How unusual... she doesn't normally leave the company compound. Are you sure it was her princess?" I nod. "As.. as sure as I can be Mistress Divine, I've heard her voice before and it was the same, but I couldn't really see." "Hmm..," She leans back in her desk and smiles. "Well it appears I have to make a phone call. Mistress Raven can do what she likes with you in her time, but the day time is mine. I think she and I will have to have a little chat. However, that does not change the key point which is that Kitty is already two hours late for her job," She gives a little chuckle. "There's a queue building up for you princess, and I've had to use Lenore to keep them satisfied. You can imagine just how happy she is sweety." Oh shit, she's going to hate me even more. "Y.. yes Mistress Divine." "So here's what's going to happen princess. Chanteuse is going to release you, she will also lock your sissy boi cock in a little chastity, then and only then may you use the bathroom, because darling boy, you look like you are bursting to use your little pee pee for the only thing it's designed for," I groan at the thought, and she gives a wide smile. "Good boi! After that it's a little time over dear Chanteuse's knee, for your punishment, thanking her after every stroke, kissing her boots at the end. Then you need to get dressed and come over, for that last bit of Kitty's working day. Is that understood princess?" "Yes Mistress Divine," I whimper, uncomfortable and still desperate to pee... "Good boi. Chanteuse, you may proceed." The screen of the phone goes dark, and Chanteuse produces a little metal tube... oh seriously? It's tiny... my cock's never going to fit! But she opens it up and places it around my cock and then squeezes it shut... I scream as she catches a little of my foreskin in the clasp, but she does at least free that before locking it shut. Next she's at my ankles freeing my legs, and finally unfastening the bindings from my arms, with a wave she gestures to the bathroom and I force myself to stand. My legs are pretty numb and I stumble and half fall into the doorway, as the pins and needles hit and I sink to my knees... desperate to keep control. I crawl on trembling arms to the loo and do my business sitting down, pointing the steel tube into the bowl. That feels so much better, but freed from the need to pee, my cock twitches and I'm painfully reminded of the constraint it's in. But..I've got some feeling back, so I stand to wash my hands, and using the mirrors get a look at my legs. They're covered with little red marks, that look sore, but are starting to fade. It's not a pretty sight on top of the bruising from my many punishments and once again my heart crashes.. why do I come here? Why? I don't need to be treated like this... Mistress Thorne... that's my answer, and this afternoon, if I can just make it till then, everything will be all right... she'll forgive me and... yes! I'll be fine. I straighten up in front of the mirror and turn and walk over to the bath room to see Chanteuse sitting on the bed, her skirt removed, and patting her dark brown thighs. I swallow then walk towards her, head held high, and then drape myself over her lap, and wait. She reaches down and tugs on the little metal tube so it's pointing down between my legs, then begins to spank me with her leather gloved hand. "One, thank you Chanteuse," I cry as the first blow hits, she's pretty strong and the glove seems to allow her to hit me harder, without it causing her pain. Soon I'm sobbing, and blurting out the words as she hits me on the same place again and again. About ten spanks in she parts her legs slightly and I can feel the bulge of her cock rise between her legs pressing into my stomach, and maybe the spanks, and her breathing, get harder after that. Fifty spanks in, she pushes my quivering body onto the floor, and I scramble on hand and knees to kiss her boots, not wanting to get into any more trouble. "Thank you, oh thank you Chanteuse," I babble as I kiss her polished black boots. She raises the toe of one boot under my chin, tilting my face up so I can see her body with its barely constrained erection, and upwards to her smug grin. She tilts her head over to the bed, where a glance shows clothing ready for me to wear then moves her foot to tap me in the side of the head and direct me to the clothes before withdrawing it, and moving to stand, facing me in the doorway. Doesn't she ever speak? No taunts, no comments, no sympathy.. no nothing. I wonder what the deal is as I hurriedly roll my stockings down my legs and pull my nightie off, reaching into the pile of clothes. I look through them, no panties.. and the padded bra is only half cup, leaving my nipples on display. Suspender belt and stockings are next, pink to match the bra, and a matching waist cincher to nip in my already slim waist, before a white blouse, not quite thick enough to hide the lingerie and a tight tight black mini-skirt, which covers my stocking tops and my trapped cock, but leaves the suspenders clearly visible beneath it. There's a little black jacket to go with it, but it's too small to pull around me, and hide my breasts.. this time I know I look more like a hooker than a secretary. I hurriedly do my hair and make-up in the mirror, keeping that toned down at least, then follow Chanteuse to the door, slightly re-assured by the fact she's wearing her skirt again. Luckily the lift is empty apart from us all the way down, but striding out into reception, everyone looks at us. Chanteuse smiles and walks proudly through the room, I scurry behind her, taking little steps in my tiny skirt, trying to ignore the looks of disgust, arousal and pity that head my way. Outside a still grinning Chanteuse opens the door for me, and I slip in, thankful for the tinted windows, breathing again, as we make the short journey to the office. Released from the car hurry through Mistress Divines office trying to ignore Lenore, on her knees servicing a male guest, but feeling her scowl anyway. Into the office I curtsy as best I can before Mistress Divine. "Lateness is a very serious issue boi" She says not looking up. "I am very disappointed in you. If you are going to play in the penthouse you must make sure there is someone around to release you next time, is that understood?" "Yes Mistress Divine," I reply with another curtsy and she nods. "Good Kitty, now... hmm... I suppose there's only half an hour until your shift ends. Why don't you go get some lunch early then change into your office clothes?" "Yes Mistress Divine, thank you Mistress Divine," I say curtsying twice. She finally looks up and smiles.. sort of. "Very well, you are dismissed for now, but I have to warn you sweety, it's a black mark against your name. Don't let me down again." "No Mistress Divine. Sorry Mistress Divine." "Good, now go," She says turning her attentions to her papers. Dismissed I follow her instructions, heading to the canteen for an early meal then back to my room to change. I have time.. I have a proper shower, washing and conditioning my hair, drying it straight. I take time to spray perfume on my neck, my wrists, behind my knee's, then hurry to my lingerie drawer... What does she like me in? What will impress Mistress Thorne? Not pink.. hmm.. royal blue perhaps? With black lace edging? Yes.. full cut panties, and a matching basque so I can slip the suspenders through the panties and pull on sheer barely black stockings, keeping the seam ruler straight as I fasten the tabs from the belt. Next... the a blue silk blouse, and a black mini-skirt, not much more respectable that the one I've just taken off. Dark blue 6" heels with a little platform locked around my ankles make walking tricky, but set my outfit off nicely and I hurry to the mirror... hmm make-up? What would Mistress Thorne like best? Slutty, but not too slutty.. ha.. slutty innocence? Big eyes with heavy lashes, and, taking a risk, royal blue eye-shadow and lip gloss.. exotic but.. yeah, I think she'll like it... I hope she'll love it! Of course I have to apply and re-apply several times before I'm sure it's perfect, but I still have time to paint my nails to match. I drape my silky hair over one shoulder and smile at the mirror... oh wow.. that looks good! I unfasten a button from my blouse.. then thinking of Mistress, I undo another, shifting it so the lace at the top of my basque is clearly visible. My poor trapped cock is aching in it's little prison, but, at the moment I don't mind, Mistress Thorne will release me I'm sure of it! I look in the mirror again and smile, yes Mistress Thorne, your little bitch is ready for you. I look at the clock, okay 5 minutes until my shift starts, I can get there in time... good. I walk out the room telling myself to stay calm. It's Mistress Thorne... she'll make me wait a while anyway, sat at my desk suffering... but she will see me. She said she would... I run through my mind all the things I'd do to make her happy with me again, then blush, it would be so much quicker to list the things I wouldn't do. I feel happy and excited as I mince down the corridor, hands swaying at my side palms flat to the floor. I even smile at the other girls I pass, and the big security guy standing next to the lift. I turn to go down the stairs, then feel a hand clamp over my mouth, and an arm wrap around my waist, and he hauls me into the lift. Standing in front of me is Officer Morton, smiling a nasty little smile, and my heart sinks. "Planning something were we?" She says, and the grip on me is relaxed enough for me to nod. "Shame. Mistress Raven has decided she'd like a new toy to play with." My eyes go wide against the hand gag and I try and shake my head, but that amuses her more. "Oh dear.. is the little creature going to miss seeing Mistress Thorne? What a shame... why I can even see you've made an effort, what a good little pet you are..." She chuckles walking up to me and starts to play with the buttons on my blouse. "Blue.. an interesting choice... hmm.. nice material, looks expensive." With that and despite my pitiful struggles, and muffled pleas she grabs both sides of the blouse and tears it open, exposing the basque. "Oh dear.. what a shame," She says her voice dripping with poisonous sarcasm, her hand moving to stroke my chest through the basque. "Hmm.. double wrapping, so frustrating on a toy..." She balls her hand into a fist and punches me in my stomach, making me groan and try and double up, but the firm grip prevents me moving. "Do you like my new toy?" Officer Morton says. "Since you made me loose my last one, I had to get a replacement. Much stronger, much more obedient, but sadly not as cruel" She gives a shrug "But what can you do hey?" My eyes go wide as she reaches into her belt and pulls out a pocket knife, and flicks out the blade. "Now... what shall we do?" I can only feel the cold metal pressing into my skin just above my right breast, and I struggle again panicking. "Oh no.. no creature, I'm not going to cut you.. not yet, but that clothing just has to go..." And with that she reaches out with her other hand to yank the material on the basque taut and slowly cut into it, firstly over my right nipple, then over the left, then tear long gashes in the panels. "Much better..," She comments, and I feel the point of the knife now pressing into my left nipple. "Hmm.. I should remove this... but not yet." The doors to the lift slide open, and one of the other girls looks in and squeals "Go now!" Orders Morton, and the girl nods and runs away. "Damn... your fault." She hits my helpless body twice more before walking over to the controls of the lift and pressing down, entering a key code to take it beyond the normal floors. "Let it go Beast, but punch it if it tries to speak. Also.. .break off one of it's heels." His arms release me and I stumble forwards, thinking to scream, but I turn to see the towering figure of Beast behind me, and the size of the fist raised ready to obey his command. "Oh yes.. we train you to be more submissive and compliant, we can use the same techniques on men like Beast here," Officer Morton's voice is still amused. "Beast? Its shoe?" I flinch as the hand comes towards me, but he only grabs my shoulder, pushing me off balance. Bending over he reaches down and grabs my skirt, tugging it to rip it, then hauling it up to my waist. "Leg," He says, and I raise my right leg, allowing him to grasp my ankle. He lets go of my shoulder, moving his hand to grip the heel of my shoe and tug... and then, one set of expensive, sexy shoes ruined. He lets me go and I stumble, forced to stand lopsided as the lift halts. Officer Morton walks out indicating for me to follow her. As her companion is right behind me I have little choice but to limp after her down the dark corridor. About halfway down there's a door, and she pushes it open, and there's a sissy in there, naked apart from heavy cuffs on her wrists, ankles and waist, and a heavy steel posture collar forcing her neck to tilt upwards, that rises over her chin and mouth. She looks over at Office Morton with fear in her eyes. "Make this one naked," She orders pointing at me. "Do it quickly and we will leave, slowly and the Beast stays. The poor thing hurrys to me, moving awkwardly, making me realise the cuffs must be really heavy, making it hard for her to lift her arms. She reaches round to fumble with the hooks to my ruined basque before unfastening it. I move my hands to my waist to unfasten my skirt but her eyes go wide... "Oh do help, extra punishment all round if you help," Officer Morton says, still amused. "And I do so want to hurt you both right now." My hands freeze and the slave unfastens my skirt and tugs it off me, her hands fumbling as she does so.. she looks exhausted, and very thin... oh gods, what do they do down here? She pulls my panties down over my feet then moans as she looks at the locks on my shoes, a deep despairing muffled wail as she realises she is defeated. "Oh dear... looks like the Beast has a night time companion. And no food again... such a pathetic creature," Office Morton is enjoying herself. "But keys.. oh yes..." There's a jangle and a keyring drops next to the sissy who hurriedly, fumblingly, unfastens my shoes, and pulls my stockings and everything else down, leaving me naked... "Beast, fuck it," Officer Morton says. "Try not to break it. You, come with me." I see the beast moving towards the sissy, one hand at his pants, the other reaching for the cringing creature. "Oh don't worry, she won't scream," Officer Morton says to me. "So that must mean she likes it." I look at her, wanting to.. tell her she's a sick fuck, that she should be locked up, that the beast or whatever it is should be locked up, and that poor sissy girl released, but... oh fuck, I'm trapped here, at her mercy, knowing she doesn't have any... and I don't want to make it worse. I'm taken to another room, cold and bare, with a pile of red latex on the floor and a big container of powder. "You have five minutes to dress," Officer Morton says. "Or I will hurt you," She pauses for a second. "More." I look at the pile, it's a body suit.. and there's no way I can get it on by myself in 5 minutes. I grab the powder and pour it into the suit then step into it, forcing my feet through the holes at the bottom, then carefully working the legs up my calves and over my knees. My thighs are harder, and my hands are slippery with sweat, unless constantly re- coated with the powder, but I force it over my hips so it hangs there, the back open. Next it's the arms and neck, pushing first one arm in, then the other, pushing my hands out at the end. The latex resists me as I bend my arms, trying to help me get my head through the narrow collar, making it tiring work, but after a struggle I force my head through followed by my hair. So, now, apart from the open back and my head hands and feet I'm covered with the heavy scarlet latex. "Slow... slow slow," Officer Morton says, and I feel her baton strike my arse. "Bad devil.. bad..." Devil? Oh... the red suit makes sense now. And I must look weird with my blue make-up, though really that's the least of my worries. She steps behind me and slowly pulls a zipper up my back, struggling against the resistance of the latex until it's up, and I'm trapped in the rubber suit. She walks around me, nodding, as I struggle to breath. It's so tight, and fights my every movement. I watch her pick up some extra touches... firstly a long tail, with a brutally large plug on the end. I gasp it's forced through a slit in the latex and into my rosebud, stretching it painfully, and making my arse feel horribly full. Next, she brings out gloves, and feeds them onto my hands. The fingers don't bend and end with talons, that look sharp but I'm certain they're not. Next a cold cloth covered in stinking remover is scrubbed into my face making me gag, wiping off my carefully applied make-up. A pair of little devil horns are attached to my head, and a pair of little demon wings strapped to my shoulders, and then, with me still in my bare feet, she leads me out into another room, this one with trays of make up spread around it. There's a sissy in there, with a wide collar, at least three feet in diameter around her neck, wearing massive stilettos and a pony tail rammed into her arse. She looks at Morton expectantly from beneath her short, very short blonde hair. "Devil paint." The sissy bows then minces over to one of the trays of make up, squirting pale foundation onto her hands, then mincing over to me. She coats my face with it, her hands surprisingly skilled, her eyes looking at me enviously, and I notice her own face is bare. Is this a punishment for a sissy who loves make up? Only able to apply it to others? Maybe.. but she puts dark red blusher on my cheeks, and heavy black and red eye-shadow, long black lashes, and paints over my brows with sweeps of her black pen. After a moment, she turns me to face Morton and steps back. Office Morton sniffs. "Barely acceptable, barely, now come here." The sissy minces over and Officer Morton produces a pen. "Time for your reward," She reaches over the collar and writes 'Useless cunt' on the poor creatures fore head. "Go look in the mirror." The sissy obeys, turning and then whimpering, sobbing as she sees what's been done. "Thank me!" Officer Morton says, stepping up to slap the sissy on the back of the head. "Or I'll shave your head again." "Thank you supreme Mistress," Comes the whimpering reply, "I don't think you mean that. I shall be back later," Officer Morton says. "Now devil come along." Not wishing to argue I follow her back into the corridor, wondering just how many tormented sissy's live down here, wondering if any of them get released, even back up to the normal office? And why are they here? Did they choose it? C.. could it... w.. will it happen to me? "Now.. the last little features. Open wide devil." I obey, and watch as she takes some false teeth, almost like Halloween vampire teeth and fits them over mine. The fangs are long and the upper canines go down past my lips almost to my chin. Then she sprays into my throat making my tongue and lips numb. I guess it's supposed to keep me quiet, but I worry that I could pierce my lip with the fangs and not notice Next a heavy black collar, covered in studs, and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. They're heavy, weighted with lead I guess, and I realise what that poor sissy was struggling with earlier, and I'm in much better shape than her. Finally, and almost inevitably, contact lenses are produced, this time scarlet with a black slit pupil, but as I feel them slip over my eyes, I realise that slit is opaque and once again, I'm blinded, helpless... "Say thank you devil," Officer Morton asks, which is odd, but as I try and reply and only hiss, the reason for her actions is made clear, as she laughs. "Mistress Raven does have such a sense of humour.. turning the angel into a devil.. now one more room." She leads me by the collar into another room, with a cold tiled floor. From the sounds of her heels echoing on it, it's a big room... We stop, I'm guessing in the middle of the room, unless it's really big, and my feet are now standing on metal, very cold metal, and Officer Morton grabs my right wrist and yanks it above my head, cuffing it there, and repeats the process with the other... before slapping my arse, making me squeal, or rather hiss... "Excellent, a perfect look if I do say so myself," She says, and I hear her walk away, her steps echoing through the room. I... I guess I'm alone now, but there's no way to tell, and besides even if the room is empty, I bet there are cameras. Besides what can I do? I can't scream for help... I tug on the cuffs experimentally , if I could free my hands I could... no, with those talons on my fingers I couldn't take out the lenses, and without my vision, I'd still be helpless... and Officer Morton would be mad. And so I stand there, my arms beginning to ache, wondering how long this has taken, whether Mistress Thorne is missing me... whether she'll do anything about it if she is. I wonder how long they'll keep me here? I.. I doubt they'll let me go when the office finishes... or.. maybe they'll release me back into the office on Monday? My shoulders sag a little as I decide that that's probably my best hope... But.. the metal beneath my feet is heating up, it's warming my nearly numb feet, but... I doubt that's the end of it. In fact as the temperature rises I hiss in pain, stepping from one foot to the other, trying to touch the ground with my toes alone.. .but it gets hotter! I twist my wrists so I can grip the chains and haul pull lifting me slightly off the ground... better... but still hot.. and getting hotter... There's the sound of metal sliding against metal.. what the fuck! The metal has slide away, it.. shit it's a real fire beneath my feet? What the hell are they trying to do! I scream for help, but all I hear is an angry hiss, fuck.. fuck fuck! I swing my legs up at the knees, keeping them away from the fire, but with the lead cuffs, and fighting against the latex, it's hard work, and tiring... my right leg sags a little, and I hiss again, hauling it back up... shit! If this goes on much longer I'm going to get burned... are they trying to kill me? Fuck.. maybe they are! I start to panic, thrashing in the chains, trying to scream, not caring that I'm burning up my strength... and then... the heat fades... "Oh my... yes, that was an amusing sight," I hear Mistress Raven's voice as I slump into my chains, as well as several sets of stiletto footsteps heading towards me. "Turning the angel into a devil..." "A wonderful idea my love," Circe's voice is a purr. "What a lovely image... red suits it! All that squirming in the latex... I bet it's coated in sweat..." "Of course my dear," Mistress Raven. "I do so love it when they panic... the fear..," There's a sigh. "But we wouldn't hurt it like that... well.. not yet, it would be such a waste of a new toy." "May I... prepare it?" Circe's voice is soft, but hungry. There's the sound of a kiss, then Mistress Raven. "Of course." I hear another pair of shoes, guessing Morton is here, as Circe steps up to me, her heels loud on the floor. She grabs the tail shifting the large plug in my ass, then yanks it hard. It hurts, making me hiss, but my exhausted body still hangs limply as I lack the energy to squirm. I feel her hands on my ankle lifting it up, then squeezing something on my foot, a boot? It forces my foor en-point... ballet boots then, or possibly little hooves? All I know is the twisting of my foot is a new pain, as she deftly laces the boots up to my knee... "Just like pony boots," She says, almost to herself as she squeezes the other boot over my foot. "Yes.. you'd make a good pony..." "Oh I'm convinced it will be your pony," Mistress Raven calls. "In time... but for now, patience. Finish preparing it for us." "But of course my love," She replies releasing my foot, then moving to my rear. I feel something pressing against my ass, a knife? Then it being dragged around slowly in a large circle, then pulled away exposing one buttock. I gasp, or hiss again as she repeats it on the other, one hand gripping the tail to keep my ass still. "More?" Circe asks. "Yes.. the back and let its sex out... four targets should be about right." I hiss as the big plug is yanked again, and then feel a tear between my shoulders, between the wings Officer Morton attached, then Circe's nails slipping between it and my skin, pulling the latex down exposing my back... "Morton, you free its sex," Circe says dismissively and I hear her walking away. "I don't want to touch that..." "Really?" Morton sniffs. "Why do I have to do it?" "Mistress's orders," Circe says, back at Mistress Raven again I guess, and I hear another kiss... There's a hiss of frustration and Morton stalks over and tugs my crotch, freeing my chastised cock. "Right.. there!" "Honestly Morton, can't you do anything right?" Circe's voice is needling. "You should have taken Divine's stupid little tube off it before." "Now, now dear, don't get catty," Mistress Raven says in a warm voice. "I don't want you two fighting again..," There's a pause. "Well not in front of the livestock anyway... and I'm sure darling Anabelle can unfasten that?" "Of course," Officer Morton sounds somewhat mollified and she fumbles with my cock and there's a click and the little tube pops off. "There.. but it's still a little limp..." "Well we'll just have to see how much of a pain slut it is... now. Circe, Morton, take it in turns, take your frustration out on it..." "Oh yes!" Circe's voice is gushing like she's a kid with a toy, Morton just sounds grimly pleased... there's a yank on the chain and I hiss, feeling my body lifted my my arms so even in the ballet boots, my toes barely touch the floor. "Let's begin." There's a stinging lash across my right buttock, making me swing on my toes, then another across my back, another across my left buttock and I lose balance forcing me to twist in my chains. My tired legs flail for balance, and I manage to get one to on the floor.. another lash, this time on my other leg, raised for balance makes me slowly rotate around my toe.. . "Oh yes! Very good," Circe's voice sounds impressed. "Well done Morton!" "Hah.. see if you can do it," Morton replies and the whipping continues... I squeal and hiss into the gag, struggling a little, even though I know it is futile. I'm already tired from their first little game, and so, before too long I'm just hanging in my chains forced to take the pain... "Aww... it's broken," Circe pouts. "Give it a little break..," Mistress Raven says. "Give it two hours rest... enough time for all the 'staff to have gone home, including Thorne. In fact... dear Morton, do go check that her motorbike has departed before we continue. I wish to confirm that this little beast has truly been abandoned." "Oh yes..," Morton says, relishing the idea, probably aware it's the hope I'm clinging onto more than anything else right now. I hear them walk away, as I dangle in the chains, then slowly gathering a little strength shift my weight so I can stand, even though it hurts my feet to do so. But as I sob in my own hot, sticky little world, I realise that I can't avoid pain, not now.. not until they let me go.. if they let me go. And I realise as the time stretches, that the only worse thing that their cruel actions is to be left here, alone, to my thoughts and fears and constant pain, and the fear that this.. this could be it.. my life... I don't know how long it's been before they come back, it's felt like long, long hours but right now I can't judge time. "She left... she looked for this thing for a while before grabbing that 'Cherry' slut and driving off with her on the back of her bike," Morton is gloating. "Seems like our little toy is ours now..." I groan, and... the little fight left in me seeps away, and.. from the laughter I can tell they see it... so that's it... at least until Monday, I'm theirs... and Mistress Thorne has replaced me with Cherry so quickly, a.. and... oh shit... what state will I be in then even if the do let me go? "It looks skittish... should we let it run free?" Circe asks. "No.. not tonight. But how about a little game? Who ever makes it squeal the loudest decides what we do with it tomorrow?" Mistress Raven says. "Oh yes.. what a lovely idea," Circe gushes, and I hear Morton grunt approval... "Excellent, then let's begin..," The whip cracks the instant she finishes speaking, the tip hitting my flaccid cock and making me scream in agony, tears streaming down my face. "There you go ladies, there's your marker. Try and beat that." And.. then they begin, stinging pain after stinging pain, occasionally it misses and hits my latex covered body, masking some of the sensation, but that only causes a muttered curse, and increased fury on the next few blows... I hiss and squirm and at one point thrash in my bonds trying to escape like a trapped animal, even though what's left of my thoughts know it's useless. I'm tiring, and my screams are weakening even though the pain increases, as the whips cannot fail to find already damaged flesh.. I.. I don't want to think what my body looks like... or.. or my cock... th.. they wouldn't damage that too bad would they? N.. not yet? "Now.. last time," Circe's voice, and I hear the whip crack, hitting something. It takes me a few seconds to realise it's not me... "You!" She hisses. "Who did you expect?" Mistress Thorne's drawl is the best sound in the world. "The Easter bunny?" "What are you doing here Thorne?" Mistress Raven asks, casually. "Merely ensuring the rules are followed," Mistress Thorne replies. "This girl is Monday to Friday basis only. She may not be forced to remain on the premises after that time... not until she is owned." "Hmm... so you came back to ensure the rules were followed?" Raven asks. "On your own?" Oh shit... please... please let her have thought this through... three of them against her, there's no way... oh no.. oh no... "You know me better than that," Thorne says her tone still light and mildly amused. "Security reported Morton absent from her post this afternoon, and so they sent a few men to check. Not your dear Beast however. I had to show him the error of his ways after he tried to assault a domme." I hear her shift a little. "I'm sorry Morton it appears you may be loosing another toy already. So.. no.. I am not alone. Now, ladies, if you will hand me the keys. I'm sure this little incident can be.. forgotten." "Of course," Mistress Raven says, and I think there's a grudging respect in her tone. "Here!" Morton's voice is more of a snarl as I hear jangling keys being thrown and.. I'm betting Mistress Thorne catches them out of the air. Steps lead off, Raven, Circe and Morton I hope... then footsteps not to me! What..oh... there's the sound of the crank and the chains are lowered so I can stand safely in the painful boots. Then Mistress Thorne's booted footsteps return, and I feel her removing the gag.. everything from my mouth and then her forcing her lips against mine kissing me hard... "Forgotten, but never forgiven," She whispers into my ear then hisses possessively. "You are my bitch, Angel... I love you..." I groan, the pains forgotten for the moment as my heart soars, and my body melts against her...