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The Sect By debbislut Life was good! My boyfriend and I had just moved to Masterton, into his old family home, a huge 3 story detached farmhouse complete with a cellar. Masterton was a small but very unusual town, the town itself only had a few stores, a hotel and about a dozen homes, though in the wider town limits were quite a few small farmsteads, the town was very clean and very modern thinking, everyone had manners, I would regularly hear people addressing others as Sir or Ma'am, everyone was accepting of everyone else, people dressed how they pleased, some dressed very slutty, some dressed like bikers, some even wore latex around town without anyone ever commenting, most importantly nobody cared that I was transgender. I was living a life of leisure; I felt my life was perfect, not bad for a 40 something Trans girl from NYC just moved upstate. My boyfriend and I had been together for just over a year, he was a property developer and a real catch! He could sometimes be a little domineering but then I am quite meek and if I'm honest a little submissive, a strong man taking control is quite a turn on! It took some weeks to get the new house sorted but even then I still hadn't been down to the cellar, my boyfriend, James, or Bear to his friends had claimed it as his domain from the vague conversation it seemed her wanted to make it into some sort of den, or rather "the Bears den" for him and his friends to "play in" is how he put it. He was down there all hours working away but I didn't mind, I had the rest of the house to make my mark on. After being in the house for a couple of months I had just about finished all I wanted to do, I had redecorated some rooms, rearranged others and generally brought it up into the 21st century. James was still working hard in the cellar, I still hadn't been down there but several of his friends had been regularly to help him work. I was curious what he was doing to the cellar but I could understand he wanted his own space and I respected that. One evening James shouted up from the cellar, "Tabitha, could you run to the store and grab me some beers to celebrate, I'm just about finished down here." "Yes baby," was my reply and I grabbed my purse and set off out the door. Our house was at the end of a lane and it was a nice 10 minute walk to the main road then a further 10 minutes into town, I would have driven but when I got to my car it had a flat, anyway it was a nice evening so the walk would be nice. The sun was low as I reached the main road and turned in the direction of town, it was a quiet road, no houses until the edge of town. Up ahead I could see a van parked up with an old guy changing the tyre. It is a quiet, friendly town so I thought nothing of it and just as I opened my mouth to say good evening, someone grabbed me from behind and cloth put over my mouth and nose and it all went black. When I awoke I was gagged and cuffed, with the cuffs connected in a hogtie, but I could see a little around the room. At one end were several tables and what looked like a bar, the only window in the place being a small, wide window above it, at the other was what could only be described as looking like a sex club, complete with beds and bondage equipment. Trying not to hyperventilate with the gag in my mouth I managed to calm myself and lay there awaiting my fate. My limbs were aching by the time I saw them! 12 guys, I counted them as they walked in, all in boots and full leather, jeans, shirts and hoods. I have no idea which one but one of them spoke. "We are The Sect, a wealthy and influential group of individuals who all enjoy owning, training, using and torturing slaves, and you are now nothing more than a slave. From this moment forth you are just property, you no longer have rights, and you will learn to love pain, abuse and abstinence. By the time you finish your initiation you WILL sign a contract and power of attorney telling the entire world you entered into this willingly. I can read your silly little mind, you think your man will come rescue you, well think again, we have been watching you since you moved to this little town and even if he tries there is no way he will ever find you." Sobbing, all I could think was that there is no way on earth I will sign a contract no matter what they do to me. By now the one of them had moved over to a chair I hadn't noticed before, well I say a chair, it was more like a throne, I assume he was the leader of this group. He nodded at one of the others who then took out a large bowie knife and walked towards me, I panicked and struggled in my bonds but to no avail as he crouched down but all he did was cut all my clothes away leaving me naked on the stone floor. Then another of them walked to me, picking me up like I was a rag doll, carrying me over to the dungeon part of the chamber. I was placed gently on the floor and released from the hogtie but my freedom was only fleeting as I was quickly secured to a St Andrews cross. Someone spoke, "Now this is going to hurt, you are here to be trained to please each and every person we want in any way we decide, that may involve sex, humiliation or more often, pain." Then it hit me, a crack then pain as the whip hit my back, then again and again until my back was a crisscross of welts and finally I was taken down from the cross and dropped in a heap on the floor. I had never felt such pain as the whipping I had just taken when another of the leather Masters nudged me over onto my back with his boot, and crouching down prodding at my cock, wiping it with the finger of his leather glove before putting the slick slimey finger into my mouth. "Look at that, the little bitch must have enjoyed her whipping, her useless cock is dripping like a faucet!" I hadn't noticed but my thigh was slick with my precum, what the hell! Had I actually enjoyed it? Was I getting turned on by being whipped???? As he manipulated it a little I started to get erect until he viciously squeezed my balls before slipping my cock and balls through a steel ring and slipping a chastity cage onto my cock. "There you go, no nasty erections for you any more so even if you are turned on by your training it won't matter." The click of the lock was deafening. As I lay there, praying for James to come rescue me, all I could think is how I could be dripping precum after being whipped! Had I secretly loved it? Without letting me rest I was quickly dragged over to what I can only describe as a vaulting horse covered in leather, like a rag doll, I was thrown over it and my hands quickly cuffed to each leg, my ponytail was pulled back and secured so I had no choice but to look straight ahead and I thought I knew what was coming next and I was right when a big cock was thrust to the hilt into my ass. At least he had lubed himself up! Thank god for small mercies! He wasn't as big as James but he commenced fucking me hard and fast. He didn't last long, but then that wasn't down to his lack of prowess but down to a combination of the viciousness of the fucking, the minimal lube and the tightness of my ass! I was so sore already but I had guessed what was next, he pulled out and I could feel his cum start to drip from my ass and the next guy, who was slightly bigger plunged deep into my ass, at least this time I had the first guys cum as lube to ease the way. I wasn't expecting what was next though as the guy who had just cum deep in my bowels moved round to my face and proceeded to put his softening but still impressive cock into my mouth as he said, "It's your mess bitch so clean it!" I was thankful for my daily routine of douching to keep myself totally clean down there as I could taste only the slightest taint of my ass but mostly taste the cherry lube I always kept in my bag (James and I often enjoyed a little al fresco sex and when your boyfriend is as big as James is, it pays to be prepared) I realised this could go on for a while, as each of the men fucked me in turn, each cock a little bigger than the last, each cock depositing a dose of salty cum deep in my ass then fucking my face until his cock was spotless. As each of the men fucked me at each end in turn, the Man I had assumed was the leader of this "Sect" sat in the throne impassively watching. I wasn't sure how long this had been going on but counting the cocks, I was on the 11th member of the sect, his cock filled my ass but still it didn't feel quite as big as James but my ass was sore, burning with all the fucking and I couldn't wait for it to be over. But it wasn't to be! As number 11 pulled his cock from my ass and moved to my mouth I breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the ordeal, much to the amusement of the men because the first one started again, he was again fucking me viciously, but with my ass opened up first by him, then by 10 other, bigger cocks with 11 loads of cum as lube and the fact he had already cum once before meant he lasted much, much longer. Just like before after depositing another load of cum in my ass he moved round to my face, only this time he whispered "you better not spill a drop slave" As the 2nd cock began pounding me I started to suck clean, but after a few minutes he said, "Ready bitch?" and without even giving me a chance to get ready he started pissing! Now I wasn't unused to kinky sex and watersports but that was just play where James would piss all over me, over my hair and face and yes I had drunk some as he pissed in my face but I had only ever drank a little of the hot acrid liquid before. Every cock that fucked me seemed harder and last longer than the first time and everyone pissed in my mouth and for the most part I managed to drink it all. Throughout all this, the leader just sat there watching rather impassively as cock after cock fucked me, and then pissed in my mouth, I was wondering if I would ever get the taste of piss from my mouth or if my ass would now have a permanent gape, as if to confirm this, the last of the men to fuck my pulled his cock from my ass before quickly stuffing my gaping hole with a plug which felt as if it would rip me in two! As he finished pissing in my mouth, another of the men spoke. "Before we release you from there let us go over some ground rules for your training, part of the chastity device you are wearing is in fact a very advanced shock collar, every one of us has a controller, and you will be shocked either for punishment or just our sadistic pleasure, this room also has a perimeter so if you try to escape you will receive a debilitating shock." With that the leader, on his throne pressed something and suddenly it felt as though my balls were on fire, as if they had simultaneously been kicked and fried! With the demonstration over I was released from the horse and I tried to get some life back in my aching limbs but before I could stretch out my first order came. "Lick that mess up bitch!" At first I thought it was just the piss I had failed to drink before I noticed it, a huge puddle of my cum right underneath where my caged cock had been, I had cum at least twice by the look of it whilst being repeatedly fucked over and over, and I hadn't felt a thing! Licking my own cum from my chastised cock from the stone floor was one of the most humiliating moments I had ever faced in my life. If James didn't find me I was doomed! "It's getting late," said one of them, "time to secure her for the night." First I was fitted with an armbinder, next my legs were tied at ankle, knees and thighs before I was locked into a latex sleep sack but before I was left, a huge penis gag was locked in place and a vr headset was put on my with earbuds and I was told to enjoy. As the video started I realised instantly what it was, they had filmed everything, starting with my abduction, my whipping, locking me in chastity, the raping of my ass and mouth ending with me licking my own cum from the floor, apart from the abduction, every bit of it looked as if I was loving every second. The video was on its second repeat by the time I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept but I awoke when I realised I needed to piss but there was nothing I could do, secured in all the bondage and the sleep sack. I tried to hold it but the amount of piss I had drunk made it impossible so I ended up flooding the sleep sack and having to try to get back to sleep in a pool of my own piss. After a fitful night's sleep as I was released from the sleep sack to a chorus of mocking voices humiliating me with various comments, "Dirty sissy whore" "Sissy skank" "Cumdump" "Bitch" "Slut" "Fuckhole" None of the names were as humiliating as pissing myself and sleeping in my own piss. Once out of the sleep sack my hands were cuffed above my head and I was strung up over a drain in the corner and given 3 enemas, each bigger than the preceding one before a pressure hose was used to clean me down, special attention was paid to my balls just to hear me scream as the jets of water hit them with force before finally I was left hanging to dry. Once dry I was released from my bonds in the corner but under instruction not to stand, I had to crawl everywhere on my hands and knees like the bitch I was, at least they gave me kneepads to protect myself from the stone floor. Some of the 12 men were congregating in the bar end of the room when one shouted, "Bitch, get over here now." I crawled over and he stood, took his cock out, I knew it meant one of two things, either he wanted a blowjob or he wanted a piss, I was hoping for the former but just knew it would be the latter and I was right. And that's what went on for the rest of the morning, well I assume it was morning as I didn't get much sleep even though it was late when they locked me into the sleep sack and there was little natural light here, just a poorly lit room, very possibly subterranean and with the shocking feature of the chastity I had little hope of escaping. After drinking several loads of piss another of the guys arrived bringing pizza, I hadn't noticed until now but I was starving! As they sat around eating the delicious smelling pizza one of them noticed my obvious hunger. The one whose cock I was currently sucking said, "Once you have finished what you are doing you can eat but you will eat like the bitch you are, from a bowl on the floor without using your hands, if you understand, bark like a dog." "Woof," I quickly said, I needed to eat so the humiliation was the least of my worries. As they all laughed at me, the obvious leader, who still hadn't said a word, rose from his throne and took a dog bowl from behind the bar, throwing 2 slices of pizza into it as I doubled my efforts to make the bastard cum so I could eat. Just as I made him cum in my mouth, my appetite was dulled a little however as the leader pulled out his huge cock and proceeded to fill the bowl containing my pizza with his piss to choruses of laughter from everyone else who was present. I didn't want to eat now but knew I had to for 2 reasons, firstly I needed to keep my strength up if I were to ever manage to escape and secondly I knew I would be severely punished if I refused, so I first lapped up the acrid piss then ate the pizza as best I could on all fours like a dog. For the rest of the day, the men wandered in and out, sometimes just to use me to empty their balls or bladder and I lost count how many loads of cum I took in my mouth or ass that day. Life continued pretty much the same for 2 weeks, keeping track was one of the only things keeping me sane! Most of the training wasn't too sadistic, but it kept me scared and eager to please each and every one of them. On what I believed was the 14th day, though I am not totally sure because I don't know how long I was unconscious for at the start, everyone was present, this confirmed my calculations, it had to be a Sunday. For a few hours my mouth was regularly used but they were saving my ass for some reason. Eventually they started to drift away one by one until I was on my own under instruction to clean up for the evening. By the evening, they had all returned, I soon realised for the football, and I soon noticed they were betting on the spread, each making predictions. As they were watching and drinking beer I would be called over to one after the other. Hey bitch Come here whore Sissy toilet I need a piss. It was nonstop with all the beer they were drinking. By the end of the game I still hadn't worked out what the bet was for but I soon found out! They all started to congratulate the leader; he had obviously won the bet, so one of the guys grabbed me by the hair, dragging me to the leather topped horse and quickly securing me to it. Once secured, he whispered in my ear, "In case you were wondering we were betting on the spread and the prize is you! Or more accurately your first real pain training session, each stroke you will count one Sirs, two Sirs, etc." From the corner of my eye I could see the leader uncoiling what looked like a snake whip, similar to a bullwhip but smaller and easier to handle but no less painful, everyone cheered as he cracked it just in my vision as he slowly walked to a position from which to strike. The waiting was almost as bad as the first stroke, in part because I could see the freeze frame of the football score, it was a 36 point spread, and I feared that meant 36 strokes of the whip! I was in tears after the first 3 strokes and I was sure my ass was bleeding by the 10th but I managed to count them all, mostly in fear that if I missed a count he would start again. After he finished the last of them, someone whispered in my ear, "I think you should thank everyone for witnessing your training." As they all filed past I thanked them each in turn, not wanting to risk punishment as I knew punishment would be far worse than the training I had just received, finally the leader walked past and I knew what I had to do. "Thank you for training me Sir," was all that came out of my mouth as for the first time he pulled his cock out, walked to my sore ass and plunged his huge cock deep into my guts. The first time the leader fucked me hurt because he used no lube and he was bigger than all of the rest but he wasn't as quick as the others, he took his time, each long hard thrust pressing the leather of his jeans against my tender ass. When finally he filled me with his cum, it was only seconds before the next cock filled me, over and over until they had all fucked my ass. Thinking I had chance to rest I closed my eyes for a moment until I heard the door. Glancing over towards it I saw what was one of the hottest but scariest sights, one by one, 12 women walked down the steps into the room, each of them dressed head to toe in latex of varying colors, complete with latex masks. As I took in the sight one of the men said, "This is a very unusual town, almost everyone here is very kinky, everyone is a Master, a Mistress or a slave. In your time here I am sure you may have noticed how well kept our little town is, no crime, no vandalism, no littering and almost no one just passes through, there are a few groups just like us, this here is a group called the coven, they have graciously offered to help in your training." As he spoke, I couldn't take my eyes off the women, not just because of the latex but by now they were all sporting strapon dildos, each of various sizes, shapes and colors, the smallest was of a similar size to the leaders cock; the rest just scared the hell out of me! Some were the size and shape of a Great Dane's cock, complete with knot, some looked like tentacles, some like the cock of some alien monster from a movie but the scariest were horse cock ones, from average ponies to great stallions! First a lady in black latex entered my ass with her strapon, it was only the size of the leader but I was thanking god under my breath for all the cum in my ass as she pummelled me hard until I heard her scream in orgasm, I almost laughed out loud as she screamed because all I could think is it's the first time in my life I made a woman cum and it was her doing the fucking!!! Next was a Lady in purple latex with a tentacle dildo, first she made me kiss the dildo before fucking me. Then it was white latex with an alien dildo. I found myself wondering which of the towns women these were, as I was restrained there getting the fucking of my life, imagining who was who, just to take the edge off it all. Next came a woman in multicolored latex wearing a dildo shaped like a unicorn's horn. I kinda phased out for a while as the next few fucked me until I saw a woman with a dog cock dildo, it was about the size of a German Shepherds cock, so was a little smaller than the leaders cock, but the knot was fatter than any cock I had before in my life. From the way she used it I can only imagine she has experience of seeing real dogs mate because she was clawing at my back as she forced it in, quickly rutting until the knot finally passed my sphincter and after that it was fast, short stabbing motions until she screamed and clawed at my back as she came before resting for a minute before forcing the knot out of my ass painfully. I could see only the 3 scariest strapons were left, the Great Dane one, the Pony one and the Stallion one! The Great Dane one was worn by a Lady in blue latex, and she didn't use it in the same way as the one with the other dog cock dildo, she just lubed it up well thankfully, (I was getting a little dry and sore by now) and she lined the tip up with my ass and just thrust it in to the knot in one push before pausing for a second then forcing the knot in painfully. Each thrust after that was all the way out then hard all the way back in past the knot, I was screaming in a mixture of agony and ecstasy because on each thrust, first it hit my prostate sending waves of pleasure through me then the knot was forced in causing intense pain. As she finally came and pulled the knot out for the last time I was a quivering mess! She walked round and crouched down to whisper, "I can't wait for Kaiser to fuck you; even as Great Danes go he is a big boy." As I was recovering for a minute I saw her take the strapon off, it was double ended with a smaller version of the cock that had just fucked me, it is no wonder each of the Ladies had cum whilst fucking me if they were all the same. As I was thinking this, I saw the next lady walk round to fuck me, wearing a silver latex catsuit and mask, her pony cock was about 12 inches long but rather fat and without ceremony she forced it right in, fucking me hard until she quickly came. Finally it was time for the big one, the Lady in a golden catsuit with the stallion cock dildo, all 18 inches of it! She was obviously a sadist, taking her time and fucking me so it hurt but doing her best to ensure I got no pleasure from it but finally she had one of the loudest orgasms I have ever heard as she thrust most of the 18 inch length in my ass hard. With the fucking finally over I was released from the horse and given a few minutes to recover before cleaning up my mess, yet again I had cum all over the floor a few times however at least this time I had gained some pleasure from it! As the Ladies sat enjoying a glass of wine with the guys I licked up my mess as they all laughed and commented before finally the all rose to leave. I knew what I had to do as they passed me, thanking each of them in turn for helping to train me. All of them pretty much ignored me except the Lady in blue latex who replied, "You are most welcome sweetie, I will be seeing you again soon and I will introduce you to Kaiser" I was exhausted but thankfully I wasn't locked into the sleep sack again but in a dog bed near the corner where I was hosed down, a 3 foot chain connected to my chastity device locked to a ring bolt in the floor, and as I was informed, just long enough to use the drain in the corner as my toilet. As I lay there trying to get some sleep all that I could think is how could I keep cumming from being abused! I was a little submissive maybe but I wasn't a slave, getting off on being used without regard to my wishes, anyway I loved James and there is no way I would give up on him, I knew he wouldn't give up on me so whatever I must take I would do and wait for him to rescue me. Finally I slept and I actually felt rested when I was awoken with a shock to my balls! Again I was strung up in the corner and given 3 enemas to clean me out before being hosed down with icy water before being left hanging to dry like some washing on a line. As I was drying, all 12 of the men wandered in and one of them spoke to me, it was a different person each time they spoke to me as if they wanted to ensure I couldn't place the voice, by now only the leader and 4 of the others had yet to speak. "Do you accept that we can do whatever we want to you yet? And that your boyfriend isn't looking for you?" I didn't reply as I knew I would be punished for telling them what I truly felt but they knew my views by the look on my face. "Pity," said the man as he walked over and injected my arm and I passed out. When I awoke naked in my dog bed I felt strange, I felt weak and something just wasn't right. The first thing I noticed was I had breasts! Before due to hormones I was a tiny A cup, now I was on the top end of a D cup, as I stood, the next thing I noticed was pain in my ankles! I couldn't stand flat footed however I had been left some 5 inch heels to wear, thankfully, the pain stopped as soon as I put them on. As I raised my hands to explore my new breasts, first I noticed very long black stiletto nails on my fingertips, I would struggle to do much with them, next I noticed my nipples had big sealed rings in them, I was surprised that I had no pain and I noticed a mirror on the opposite wall so I walked over to check out my new breasts and that's when I saw everything! My lips had been plumped up, not huge but bigger than they were but it was the tattoos and piercings that were most striking, first the tattooed makeup, thick black eyeliner with big wings, thin very high arched eyebrows and black lipliner. As my eyes moved down my naked body, next I saw a big d?colletage, black roses with the script "whore" in the middle, on my new breast the areola had been tattooed in a big heart shape, also my belly button had been pierced, a curved bar with a jewelled lock on it, moving further down, just above my locked cock was the word "slave" in the same script and just below it, a padlock with a broken key. I was wondering how long I had been out for because my hair was much longer and now dyed pitch black, I had lost weight and there was no pain from the tattoos, piercings or even my breasts. I looked in the big mirror to see if anything else had been done to find my back had a huge pair of black angel wings, further down, just above my ass the same script as on my front saying "fuck my ass" and finally black roses and bows on the back of my thighs with crisscross ribbons going down my legs. I was shocked at all that had been done to me but even more shocked by the fact that none of the piercings were sore and all the tattoos and the breast surgery had fully healed so I must have been unconscious for weeks at least. I went back to my dog bed in the corner and just sobbed, if they had kept me for this long already then the police would have stopped actively looking for me but I had faith that James was still searching. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of James finding me although my biggest fear was that he would push me away when he saw what they had done to me because he was constantly reminded of what happened, he was very protective of me and I was worried he may push me away because he failed to protect me! Throughout all this I hadn't noticed as a few of the men had returned, sitting at the bar and it was only when I noticed one of them laugh at my distress that I saw them. I tried to ask how long I had been unconscious for but as soon as the first words came from my mouth my balls were shocked so I kept quiet and one of them spoke. "When will you learn you don't speak without permission, you are a slave now and have no rights, no rights to speak, no rights to make any decisions, no rights in choosing what is done to you or even by whom, understand?" All I could do was meekly nod, not wanting to be shocked again. Next thing surprised me, I was unlocked from my cuffs and the chain, left just in my heels, chastity device and the shock collar and I was given a box. "Dress in that you will be entertaining later," I was told. As the men went back to quietly talking amongst themselves at the bar, I opened the box, the first thing I saw was a note saying, "Put everything on in order or the punishment will be severe, you have one hour." I lifted the first package from the box, unwrapped it from the black tissue paper it was wrapped in to find a steel collar, it looked as though it just clipped on so I clipped it on before noticing the recessed ring wasn't at the front as I guessed it should be, I tried to unclip it to rearrange it but to no avail, damn it was either a permanent collar or there was some secret lock on it, i turned it round on my neck as thankfully it wasn't tight. The next package contained wrist cuffs, again no visible lock so I resigned myself to putting them on. Next package contained black latex stockings, with my very long nails they were difficult to put on but finally I managed it before crawling back to the box. Next in the box were a pair of ballet heels and a note, locking ones but with open padlocks, no keys though, so I read the note, it read, "Once in the ballet heels you will walk for 10 minutes before continuing." I was wondering how on earth I would walk in them but I locked them in place and stood. walking in them was difficult but with what had been done to my ankles it was easier than i expected . Next was a very Goth looking latex maids dress which was kinda hot so I put it on before glancing at the clock, I had 30 minutes left to finish. "Great, plenty of time," I thought. The next package was a locking latex ponytail hood, so I tied my hair up in what looked like the right position and struggled to get it on but finally managed to lock it. There were 2 more packages left, the first contained a huge ball gag and a latex blindfold to go over the hood and a note that read "Open the last package now before you put the blindfold on, then wait standing in the corner." In it was the biggest butt plug I had ever seen and some lube, I whimpered as I saw it because I had no idea how I would get it in my ass! I saw I had 15 minutes left so quickly put the blindfold and gag on before my struggles with the plug. I couldn't see the clock so have no idea if I managed it in time, but lots of lube, lots of patience and a lot of pain and I managed to get the plug in place. As I stood in the corner, not knowing if I had managed to get ready in the allotted time, My feet, ankles and calves were starting to burn, ballet heels hurt even with what they had done to my tendons so I couldn't stand flat footed, but I had no option but to suck it up. Eventually I heard them all enter, not drift in one by one as usual but all together, something that had never happened before. One of them spoke. "It's time to see how well you have learned your true place in this world" and he clipped a leash to the end of my cock cage and I was led up the stairs and out of the basement dungeon for the first time since I was taken, not that I could see anything as I was blindfolded. As I was led through the building, I was scared wondering where we were going and what I would face and still had no clue when I was led outside and even in my latex outfit I could feel the warmth of an autumn evening sun. And we walked. Well I say we walked, at first I stumbled along as I was led along by my leash, someone holding my leash, one of the men on either side to ensure I didn't fall, and I could hear the rest of them chatting as they followed behind. I can't say how far I stumbled along in the ballet heels as the pace was very slow due to my inexperience in them but before long I was doing much better, whatever they had done to my ankles had obviously worked because even though my feet and ankles were aching, it was only the same as walking for an extended time in normal everyday heels. I was sweating under all the latex even though by now I could tell the sun had gone down by how the temperature had dropped. Our procession stopped, and someone said in a low but menacing voice, "A few things before we go inside, firstly, you will walk elegantly in those lovely heels we have given you, if you don't, well then I will ensure you walk 10 miles a day in them for 2 weeks, secondly, if you disappoint the Sect in any way you will be punished so severely you will regret it, understand?" All I could do is nod, and I was led into the building. I guessed it was some sort of barn due to the flooring as I walked as elegantly as I could, before being led up a small set of steps. Once up the steps my arms were secured above my head and my blindfold removed. It took me a few moments to see having been blindfolded so long but when I could the sight astounded and scared me! Firstly it was a barn, but it was obviously long since it had been used as such, I was on a stage at one end, but the only shows this stage would be used for were BDSM shows as it had just about any restraint you could imagine on it, scattered around the rest of the barn were tables, around each were seated 12 people, I quickly counted, there were 5 tables, so including the men who had held me captive that made 72 people, all obviously Dominants, all dressed in leather or latex, all hooded or masked! One table had the Ladies who had abused me with their strapons, I recognised the varied colors of latex catsuits, another had what looked like biker gang, were it not for the leather hoods, the third had a group of BBW Mistresses around it, all of whom were at least 200lbs, the fourth table had a group of Masters with the stereotypical gay Master look, leather briefs, leather chaps and waistcoat but again all hooded, the final table had a group of Ladies dressed in an almost identical manner to the gay Masters, which I thought odd. That was until I continued to look around the room, near all of the tables, secured to the walls of the barn were 12 slaves, all dressed in a way that seemed suited to the table near which they were secured, by the first table were 12 sissies and maids, near the second table were scantily leather clad girls, all heavily tattooed, near the third it was a mix of female and very obviously feminised male slaves, all dressed as babies including diapers, the fourth table had leather clad gay slaves secured by it and the final table had female slaves all dressed in what I can only describe as like princess Leia's costume from when she was chained to Jabba the Hutt! Seeing that almost made me laugh! Then I noticed wandering around the room were 11 maids in varying outfits, some were latex maids like me some were in PVC some were in full sissy maid outfits, all serving drinks and nibbles to the assembled "guests" I was in shock at what was before me, but if I wasn't panicking before I started now as the leader of the Sect put a noose around my neck before pulling it tight! Was I to be the entertainment at a snuff party???????? Stood there in my ballet boots I calmed myself enough to stay upright by reasoning they wouldn't have paid out so much for my boobs and other body mods only to kill me for entertainment would they? As I stood helpless one of the Sect began to speak "Welcome all to the annual assembly, as it is the Sect's turn to host, I hope you like our new venue, it is now here as a permanent venue for any of our groups to use. Before we get to our scheduled entertainment, all of you know the Sect's newest applicant, does anybody have any objections?" The room stayed silent. "Then as there are no objections, let's welcome Him." With that the room burst into applause. "Finally before we begin do any of you have any business that needs to be dealt with?" It seemed every group did, one by one a member of each group reeled off a list of major failings or indiscretions of at least one of the slaves owned by a member of that group, some of the charges seemed spurious at the very least, as if the groups were either exceedingly strict or at the very least wanting to appear so and therefore were offering up a sacrificial lamb! A member of each group brought up the slaves that was, I assumed, to be punished. One from each group except the bikers, the gay Masters and the butch dykes who each had 3 slaves to be punished. Each of the slaves, 5 women, 3 males and 3 sissies, were taken and placed in cages either side of the stage, they all looked terrified. Once all the slaves due to be punished had been caged, they dealt with other business such as where to go on the spring trip, which state charity to raise money for in the next year and finally each of the individual groups passed on condolences to the person who I thought was the leader of the Sect, many months earlier his father had died which left the vacancy and now I realised I was wrong, he wasn't the leader he was the newest applicant they mentioned earlier, then it struck me, I had been taken to be his slave in this twisted Sect! Once all the other business had been taken care of, each of the slaves to be punished were removed from the cages, stripped naked and each secured to a leather horse just like I had been trained on. As I watched I noticed all of the slaves, male, female and sissy alike, were all heavily pierced and tattooed and as I watched every Dominant in the room moved to the front of the stage as each of the slaves was to be thoroughly used over the next hour. The women seemed to gravitate towards the transgender and male slaves, as did the gay Masters, the bikers headed straight towards the lesbian slaves belonging to the butch dyke gang and all of the sect headed to the remaining 2 female slaves except the one I had believed to be the Sect's leader who remained seated near me, watching and obviously enjoying the view. Before anything started, one of the BBW Dommes spoke, "Before we begin, there is an additional punishment for my slave, I keep catching her trying to get off in her chastity but she is my sissy baby and doesn't need to cum so I have arranged for tonight to be the occasion of her castration." With that one of the Sect, moved over to one of the transgender slaves carrying what I recognised to be an elastrator, the slave struggled but was secured far too well to move an inch, rather deftly, the Master pulled the slaves balls through the tiny stretched rubber ring on the elastrator before snapping it off and onto the poor sissies balls to a round of applause from all of the Dominants. Over the next hour all of the bound slaves were roughly used in every hole, the biker gang were very exuberant in fucking and fisting the lesbian slaves as hard as possible, the butch dyke gang seemed intent on ruining the assholes of all the male and sissy slaves, fisting them elbow deep as they licked the pussy or ass of another member, the latex catsuit group all had monster strapons and were using them to full effect on anyone they saw fit, even on occasion grabbing one or two of the 11 maids wandering around with trays of drinks and nibbles. Even with all this going on my eyes were constantly being drawn back to the poor sissy baby who was being castrated. I knew it wasn't by chance that she had been placed right in front of me and I could see as her sissy balls grew darker and darker. Once the hour of abuse had ended everyone returned to their tables and the Sect member who I now realised was to be my owner stood, and left the stage, heading to the bound slaves, at the first slave he pulled on some long black rubber gloves, the type vets use, then lubing them up, he slipped 2 fingers into the pussy of the first female slave. Almost instantly she was moaning, but not in pleasure. As he put more fingers in, working up to his full fist her moans became sobs and it was obvious he had used some nefarious concoction that burned as he started to slowly first her, building up a rhythm along with the Masters and Mistresses in the audience clapping along. I pitied the slave as her sobs had become screams but he hadn't finished! He added more lube to his other hand and the assembly started chanting "ass ass ass ass" so I knew where his other had was going. As she was already gaping from her earlier treatment, he went straight in with 4 fingers before going straight for the fist! The first thing that entered my mind was fear, for not only me but also for the male and sissy slaves because if he wanted to use 2 hands, we only had one hole!!!!! He continued to fist both her holes until she was obviously spent, her screams dropping down to a pained mewling at which point he moved on to the next. As he commenced on the next female slave the rest of the Sect released the first slave and carried her back to her owner. This scene was repeated for the rest of the female slaves but it was as he was moving on to the first male slave when I finally gave way and collapsed! As the noose took my breath away and I started to black out, 2 of the Sect grabbed me and removed the noose and my arms before sitting me down on the floor. As I came to my senses the whole room was in applause, it turns out I had lasted longer in ballet heels and the noose than any other new slave before me! As I recovered, He moved on to the first of the male slaves but this time as they had all already been fisted he moved straight on to both hands and as before they were screaming in no time at all. Soon all of the punished slaves had the same treatment but the last slave, the sissy baby who was being castrated wasn't returned to her owner, she was carried, still bound on the horse, onto the stage so the whole room could see her and her dying balls, which by now had turned such a dark purple I thought they may already have been dead. I was led off the stage to the area in front of it where a desk now stood and it seemed it was to be my turn! I wasn't restrained but was bent over the desk when the first of them approached. I received pretty much the same treatment as all the punished slaves except I received it from all them except the Sect for almost 2 hours. Finally it was the turn of the Sect. Before they started one of them placed some paperwork on the desk, could see was a contract, the second was power of attorney and he said, "If you can last for another 2 hours without signing, we will give you back to your precious boyfriend," just moments before a big cock was thrust deep into my ass, but before he started to pound me his big hands encompassed my throat. What followed was what could only be described as a hate fucking, squeezing my throat and I almost passed out a few times as he fucked me with such venom it added to my almost passing out. When he finally cum deep inside me I was asked a question, "Are you ready to sign?" I could barely speak but managed to croak "never" just as another, bigger cock entered my ass and hands encompassed my throat once again. I managed to make this one cum quicker this time and only came close to passing out once and with his cum leaking from me I was asked the question again, and I croaked the same reply. The first 5 members of the Sect did exactly the same, each ending by asking if I was ready to sign. Obviously a different tact was required as the next one didn't fuck me but he lubed up his hand and fisted me, I felt I was going to be ripped in two just as another of the Sect put his hands around my throat, this time I did pass out! When I came round a few seconds later I was asked the question again, which elicited the same reply, I would never forsake James for being owned. As the rest of the Sect used me one after the other, each use separated by the same question and answer I looked across to see the clock, I had 15 minutes to last with the last of them, the one I had wrongly believed to be the leader. I saw him put on the long rubber gloves and the lube he used previously and I was quivering in fear! As soon as he came near I could smell it, it was obviously some concoction of menthol ginger and chilli oil and I instantly knew why all the slaves had found it so painful but there was one difference, I had something to hold out for! As soon as his right fist entered my ass I gritted my teeth, within 10 seconds it started to burn and I thought my innards would explode, then he did something new, with his lubed left hand he caressed my balls and caged cock and instantly I was on fire but still I managed to not scream. As I glanced at the clock I had 5 more minutes of this, I could see all the astonished faces around the room that I hadn't screamed or even cried out until finally a buzzer sounded, I had done it!!!! I would be returned to my James, my Bear. I was asked the question one last time and my answer was the same, "Never," but I added, "I love my James with everything I am and would never give up on him." As I said that, the one who I had thought was the leader unzipped his hood, and, as he moved in front of me to ensure I could see, he pulled the hood off. It was James!!!!!!!! It all made sense now, the new member who was taking the place of his father in the sect was James, the dates added up, we moved here just after his father died several months ago. I cried in delight as he kissed me then moved round to my sore burning ass and entered me. I know it must have hurt him as much as it had hurt me to fuck me because of the burning lube but he didn't care and as he fucked me I took a closer look at the paperwork, if I signed I would be signing myself away to James as my Master and Owner. James gathered pace with his fucking as his hands closed around my throat, gently but firmly squeezing and just before I passed out I signed the papers. Then just as James came in my ass I passed out. I came round again as James gently lifted me from where I had collapsed, carrying me to what looked like a beautician's chair, once secured, a member of the butch lesbian club joined us. "Before we go anywhere you need some more tattoos," said Master James, "and I'm going to enjoy watching these." With that the leather clad Lady Tattooist started. I felt the needle pierce my skin just above my crotch so she was either covering or adding to the "slave" tattoo that was already there, I was surprised how little it hurt, all my other tattoos had been done whilst I was unconscious but with everything I had already endured I was aching all over especially my cock balls and ass, so this was probably distracting from the pain of the tattoo. Once she started I was instructed to turn my head to the side, I was curious as to why but soon realised it was to see the tattoos all the other slaves had as they filed past. First it was the female slaves, each had the slave tattoo I had across the pubic mound, most looked as if all hair had been permanently removed, some as if they were regularly waxed. Above the slave tattoo was a barcode, either side of that was something in Japanese and a picture, mostly of animals some of flowers, they filed past quite quickly but I made some of them out, a lily, a bull, an orchid, a wild boar. Next came the male slaves, again all had the slave tattoo I had, the barcode with the Japanese script and animal or flower either side, but the male slaves all had a single rose with its stem also tattooed across the top. These were different though, some of the roses had thorns on the stem, some had the outline of leaves on them and 2 had the leaves that had been colored in. I knew they were trying to make me see my destiny but I couldn't see the significance of the tattoos yet. Next came the adult babies, these all had the same tattoos but also had a tattoo of a babies bottle and a pacifier and the feminised male babies had the rose again, but all of the rose leaves had colored in leaves. Then it struck me, the male and adult baby slaves with colored in leaves were all castrated! So maybe that meant the outline of leaves signified castration was in their future! Maybe the thorns signified they were not impotent, as I had noticed the stems on some of ones with leaves were thicker, as if the tattoo had been changed over time. Finally parading past were all the sissy and maid slaves, each of these had the slave, Japanese script, barcode and animal/flower tattoo with the rose across the top, but all of these roses had leaves, about half of them were colored in. I didn't know for sure until I saw what was being tattooed on me, but I knew I would discover if I would eventually be castrated. As she continued, following the slaves, all the dominants present filed past, all now all in a semi-naked state, then it struck me, they all had corresponding tattoos, a lily, a bull, an orchid, a wild boar. They were ownership tattoos! All animals or flowers, they must be nicknames, so I guessed I would be getting a bear as one of my tattoos. Once the tattoos were finished I was left in my restrained state for a while as more activity was proceeding down on the floor, from the sound of it everything was being rearranged, but all out of my vision. By the time Master Bear finally released me, the party was in full swing, it was the most debauched, BDSM party I had ever seen, everyone was involved except Master Bear and I. I was led from group to group, where Master Bear pretty much ignored me as he chatted to all the Dominants there, he did seem to concentrate on one particular member of each group, and although they were all masked, I assumed they were the leaders of each particular enclave. Each group had a particular speciality, the Latex Mistresses loved huge toys, the Butch Lesbians loved needles and genital torture, the BBW Mistresses loved adult babies, humiliation and breathplay, especially facesitting, the Gay Masters loved whips and fisting and the Biker gang loved piss and severe bondage. As the party eventually wound down, Master Bear took me to a spot by the exit. As each of the Dominant left, each with His or Her slave in tow, I had to kiss each ones boots and thank them for welcoming me into their society and as I did so they removed their masks, I recognized some of them, soon there was just one Dom/slave couple left from each group, the ones I had assumed were the leaders of each individual group. As they approached to leave one by one, first came the leader of the Latex catsuit Dommes, as I kissed her boots and thanked her she removed her hood to reveal she was the local veterinarian. Next came the leader of the Butch Lesbians, as it was her who had tattooed me, I had already guessed who she was, she owned the one bar on Main Street which was adjoining the tattoo parlour which she also owned. Next came the leaders of the BBW Mistresses and the Gay Masters who revealed themselves as the local Doctor and Her nurse. Then came the leader of the Biker gang, revealing himself as the owner of the gas station and bodyshop at our end of town. Finally all who was left was the Sect, My Masters own group, each of these approached alone, without a slave in tow, all the shemale maids were cleaning up, cleaning and putting all the equipment away. Once I had finally thanked each of them for helping to train me and accepting me into their group I was given my final instructions for the night. I was to help the other maids before walking home. I was 3 miles from the highway and in total 5 miles from the outskirts of town, so in my ballet heels that could take some time on the dirt road to the highway. The last thing Master said before leaving was "I will see you in a few days when you finally make it home" That's when it hit me, all the leaders of each group were located all along Main Street, first I would reach the veterinarians, then a little further along on the other side, the bar and tattoo parlour, before reaching the medical centre and finally on the edge of town, the bodyshop. It was almost 5am by the time we had finished cleaning and putting everything away so that would give me 3 hours, if I could only make it the 5 miles to town then get through to the other side I may just make it home today, otherwise I just knew each of the leaders would have some fun with me. The dirt road was much harder than I realized it would be and even though I had no idea of the time, I knew my chance had gone even before I reached the highway and as I reached Main Street it was already busy, and stood there at the entrance to the veterinary office was the leader of the latex Mistresses, wearing black latex with a white latex apron. "ahhhh there you are, I was wondering if you had managed to make it past in time, im sure you could do with a break, come in" She said. I knew a break wasn't what she was offering me, but I also knew if I refused, no matter how politely I would be in big trouble so I graciously accepted. Once inside I was offered a seat and a drink which I was thankful for, I hadn't realized how sore my feet and ankles were until that moment but I had been on my feet for about 12 hours in the cruel ballet heels. Her office was quiet and peaceful and it wasn't long before I dozed off to sleep. I was abruptly awoken by a slap to the face! "You lazy bitch, I leave you for a moment and you go to sleep! I have a job for you so strip," said the Latex Mistress. Naked apart from my ballet heels and chastity cage, a leash was clipped to my cage and I was led from the office into the back rooms of the veterinarians where there was cage upon cage of dogs, ranging in size from Springer Spaniels to German Shepherds. Once here I was restrained to a bench which was then raised until the Latex Mistress could speak directly into my face. "Once a month, the dog pounds from several local towns all bring their dogs to me for neutering, we all know it's for the best but I do always like to give them one last fuck, and guess what, it's you," she said. "It's quite a busy month, so you will be quite busy for a while, there are 25 dogs here for neutering today, I am sure you will have so much fun." With that she lowered the bench to almost floor height then throwing a blanket over my back before covering my ass with a foul smelling liquid, I don't know what it was but the instant she did so each and every dog started barking and howling in heat. The first dog she brought was relatively small, it was paraded in front of me before being released, then it quickly mounted me and started rutting, but missing the hole until it came all down my leg, I thought I had a lucky escape with this first dog until I discovered he hadn't finished but this time he found my hole with help, soon I was wishing he had found his mark first time because by now, his knot had reached full size and even though his cock was small, his knot wasn't and he forced it in with quick thrusts, popping it past my anal muscles and lodging it in place before continuing his rutting until he had filled me with his doggy cum. After he rested for a second he tried to dismount me, and it took him some time to force his knot from my sore hole. The next few dogs were of a similar size and luckily for me, my now opened hole accepted them more easily, before the knot swelled so it wasn't as painful until they tried to pull out. The next dog paraded in front of me was a pitbull, thankfully he was muzzled, he was obviously excited but that wasn't good enough for the Latex Mistress as she ordered her slave to suck him off right in front of my face, the pitbull tried rutting into the slaves mouth and I could see his cock was bigger than all the others before. The scary part was seeing his knot grow, knowing that would soon be battering my ass until he broke through with his knot, seeing this I started to struggle which only excited the Latex Mistress, who was now naked except her latex apron and I could see her fingering her cunt. As her slave led the pitbull around to my ass, the Latex Mistress pulled her dripping fingers from her cunt, pushing them into my mouth to suck clean, stifling my screams as the pitbull forced his sizeable knot past my sphincter, only removing them from my mouth as the pitbull was deep in my ass rutting away. The pitbull had already cum once in my ass when it happened. As with each of the previous dogs, I was getting used to the pain from the pitbull's knot, the pain slowly turning to pleasure and suddenly I heard the Latex Mistress laugh as she saw my cum dribbling from my cage as I was being fucked by the pitbull. The next several hours were a blur, one dog after another, each bigger than the last, Retrievers, Boxers, a few German Shepherds and a Mastiff. The last dog was huge! A St Bernard, I was sure my ass would be ripped open but I managed to take it! Finally I had finished, 25 dogs had fucked my sore, gaping ass. As I was released from the bench the Latex Mistress said, "You have performed well bitch, one last job before you can rest." I instantly knew what the job was, underneath the bench were 2 puddles of cum, one of doggy cum that had leaked from my ass and a short distance away a puddle of my own cum that had leaked from my cage as I was being fucked, so obediently I licked each up before being told before I was hosed down and locked in one of the empty cages and covered with a blanket, I was so exhausted, even in pain it took only moments for me to sleep. I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke most of the dogs were quiet, a few were barking and I realized just how hungry I was. After waiting a while, the Latex Mistress entered with her slave assistant bringing one of the dogs back from his operation. "Ahhh you are awake, I have been working for hours, I have already neutered half of the dogs, maybe one of these days you will be in one of these cages waiting for me to take your useless nuts too!" With that she left, the slave assistant following her, only to return a few minutes later to escort me to the office where there was food and a pot of coffee waiting for me. As I was enjoying my food, naked, awaiting whatever was to befall me next. I now understood why Master wasn't expecting me to make it back for days, I wasn't sure how long I had been there but I knew it had to be at least a whole day. As I sat musing this, contemplating all that had happened in the past months I didn't notice as the Latex Mistress entered the room. "Time for you to get a move on, you still have a long way to go. I have had your clothes taken over to the bar, just so you can't avoid a visit," said the Latex Mistress. And then I was unceremoniously sent out onto Main Street, naked except my ballet heels and chastity. I could tell by the sun it was late afternoon, it was already 36 hours since I set off, at this rate it would be a week before I made it home! The bar was empty when I arrived, just a slave behind the bar awaiting customers, as she saw me she rang a bell and the leader of the Butch Lesbian gang entered, motioning me towards the adjoining door to the tattoo parlour next door. Following her through I was quickly restrained face down on the beauticians bed before the Butch Lesbian Mistress began. "You took your time, so tell me how many dogs made you their bitch?" I was interrogated for the next 10 minutes on what had happened and as shameful as it was I didn't leave anything out. I couldn't see what was going on but I could hear her speaking quietly into her phone for a minute before she began tattooing me. Starting on the nape of my neck she tattooed me all the way down to my ass cheek, snaking around the tattoos already there, it didn't seem to take too long so it was probably quite a simple tattoo and once she finished I was released from the bed. Wondering what I had been tattooed with over the past few days I was hoping I would finally get to see, and I did! Once in front of the mirror, I could see it all! Alongside my other tattoos, as I had correctly guessed a bear had been tattooed on my crotch to show who owned me, then, as my eyes moved upwards, I saw it! The rose, with no thorns, and the outline of 2 leaves, eventually I would be castrated! All the other tattoos on my front matched the other slaves, the Japanese script, the barcode etc. As I turned round and looked over my shoulder to see what had been done on my back I was shocked, 25 paw print tattoos (I know I counted them) one for each dog that had fucked me, starting at the nape of my neck snaking their way down and around my back ending on my ass. Now everyone would know not only had I been fucked by a dog but by how many. After putting some balm on my new tattoos I was taken back into the bar where first I was gagged with a huge penis gag, then my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was put into a cage for the evening, but this was no ordinary cage! My cuffs were locked on the back of the cage, my ankles were cuffed and my legs spread, locked to the sides and a collar fitted around my neck which was locked to the front of the cage, finally, weights were clipped to my nipples and a cord tied around my balls connected to a weight which hung down through a hole in the bottom of the cage which was hoisted up towards the ceiling. The dangling weight ensured I kept as still as possible so as not to make it swing, increasing the pain in my balls. I managed to avoid the weight swinging until the first customer of the evening came in, as he walked past me he gave it a tap, setting it swinging, after that each customer would either give it a tap or pull the cord, increasing the pressure on my balls and it never stopped swinging all night. Once the last customer had left the bar I was let down to help her own slave clean the bar before being tied for the night. I didn't get much sleep in a hogtie, to make it worse my balls were tied and connected to the hogtie so every time I moved even a little, it yanked my poor balls. I was woken early by the slave banging and crashing as she restocked the bar ready for another days business, about an hour later I was released by the Butch Lesbian Mistress. "Your clothes are at the medical centre so I suppose that's your next stop," she said. "Now get out." And I was dumped out onto the street, still naked except my ballet heels and chastity cage. The daylight was a shock, bright morning sun blinded me as I looked up at the town clock, 7-45, I had over 2 hours to wait before the medical centre opened. I walked over to the centre band seeing a bench in front of it was about to sit down when I heard a voice behind me. "I wouldn't sit there if I were you." It was the slave of the Latex Mistress. "Benches are reserved for Dominants you need to wait on one of the slave posts" she gestured over to some posts just alongside the bench. The posts were not too high, but just low enough that sitting on it would put lots of strain on the slave's calf and thigh muscles, they were topped with a fat round ball on the top with a wide ridge under it. The latex slave walked over to one to demonstrate, she lifted her skirt, lining the ball up with her asshole and lowering herself down onto the ball. "I am guessing you don't have any lube," she said and I replied with a shake of my head. "Ok," she said, "a slave is forbidden to own anything so if I were to give you some lube I would be in grave trouble as it belongs to my Mistress, what I can suggest is you sit on this post I'm on because I am well lubed." I just smiled at her as she stood and then as she walked away towards the vets office, I lowered myself onto the post she just vacated. My legs were burning after just 10 minutes and time seemed to be going so slowly, made worse by the fact I could see the town clock. As it reached 9am and people started appearing on Main Street I felt very conspicuous sat there on the slave pole, waiting for the medical centre to open. As conspicuous as I felt I soon realized I was as good as invisible as Masters and Mistresses along with their slaves each in turn taking a place on the bench and a pole respectively, then each slave dismounting the pole and cleaning it using one of the wipes from a dispenser on the waste bin, I knew seeing others use the poles had saved me from a punishment as I would inevitably face had I not cleaned it after me. Even though I had seen the Doctor and nurse arrive at the medical centre earlier I still waited for it to open before dismounting my pole, cleaning it and entering the medical centre. Upon entering the medical centre I was ushered into the Doctors office to find the Doctor resuscitating her slave, the slave, looking very pale and unwell, was then dismissed, locked into the closet. As if reading my mind the Doctor, a large woman of colour, naked from the waist down at least 250lbs, began. "Stupid sissy baby panicked, forgetting to breath, that's how I lost my last slave." I almost laughed in fear, it certainly explained her tattoo and obvious nickname, her tattoo was a spider so I guessed her nickname was "black widow." With that I was motioned over to the examination couch where I was examined, prodded and poked before being put into a big fluffy diaper. Next I was led around her big oak desk to the most unusual chair I had ever seen! It had a place for a slave underneath it, with the seat of the chair partially cut away for the slaves face to fit, upon seeing it I could certainly understand her own slave's panic and her passing out under her Mistress's weight. Once sealed into the chair I tried to calm my breathing and just about managed it as she sat her full weight down on my face. Obviously taking it easy on me, the Doctor was moving around in her chair to enable me to breath, only ever cutting my breath off for about a minute, occasionally shuffling forward for me to lick her ass a while before shuffling back until my nose was pressed into her anal rose and my tongue working on her pussy. Once she had decided I was used to my current position the Doctor proceeded to sit herself more firmly and for longer on my face, occasionally breaking wind directly on my nose. It seemed the Doctor wanted to test me, keeping me from breathing for longer and longer until I panicked before lifting herself a little. The next time I panicked I was left a little longer, then a little longer again. I noticed just how wet her cunt got whenever she made me panic, which made me understand just how her own slave had got into her predicament and it also explained her nickname, if she were to cum at an inopportune moment I could easily see how her slave could die under her ass. Still locked in the chair, the doctor started seeing her patients for the day, though whenever a patient was in her office, she ensured I could breathe, I guess my panic and her excitement didn't bode well if she was trying to diagnose someone. By the end of the day it had got to a point where she would leave me panicking for about a minute when what I dreaded happened! I made her cum! As she screamed in pleasure and I was panicking for longer than ever before, she squirted right into my mouth as I was struggling to breathe under her full weight before finally I passed out. I came round, alone in the darkened office, still locked in the chair. It looked as if this would be how I was to spend the night; luckily it was in fact quite a comfortable position. As the lights came on the following morning it wasn't Mistress Black Widow or her slave who released me, but a young twink male slave, I guessed the slave of the Nurse, leader of the Gay Masters. I only got a second to stretch out my now aching limbs before being led into one of the examination rooms and restrained again in a gynaecological examination chair with my feet high in stirrups. After being left for some time the Gay Master entered, followed by his slave, he was a tall, about 6'5" and very stocky, but not an ounce of fat on him, I could guess what was coming next when he put on long black latex gloves. He still hadn't said a word to me as he lubed up his hands and without any hesitation or preparation he started with 3 fingers quickly working up to his entire fist. Luckily for me after the past few days I was loose and his fist didn't hurt too much, although I was being stretched more than ever. Still not a word had been spoken to me. After what seemed like hours of fisting but was probably only around 30 minutes the leader of the Gay Masters left, I heard activity in one of the other rooms. Still restrained, his slave gave me the largest enema I had ever had before plugging me to keep me full then I was left in the dark, still restrained, I awaited whatever I would encounter next. After about 30 minutes the slave returned, removing the plug and the enema exploded out of me, covering the tiled floor, before the floor and myself were hosed down with ice cold water. Once clean I was left in the dark once again. I was freezing cold but wasn't left too long before the Master returned to fist me one more, however this time it seemed he wanted to stretch me to painful limits, starting with one hand going as deep as possible before moving on to trying to get both fists inside me, stretching me until I screamed! Once again I was left in the dark for a while until the slave came and I was finally released and led out into the rear courtyard where the Master was waiting. "I cannot whip your back or ass at the moment due to your new tattoos so I will have to find other ways to entertain myself," he said. With that I was restrained in such a way that he could get to my feet and instantly he started to use a crop on them, he didn't hit hard, but then on the tender soles of my feet he didn't have to! Again after a while I was left again, this time for several hours and once I was finally released I was sent out onto Main Street before Master said, "Your clothing is at the bodyshop, I would hurry if I were you, it closes soon." And with that I was sent on my way. By the time I reached the bodyshop, the leader of the Biker gang was just closing up for the day, would I have to wait around until morning? Thankfully I was given the option of waiting outside the bodyshop or waiting in the Master's truck, I gladly chose the latter although it wasn't as simple as I first thought. The Biker Master opened the tarp covering the back of his big pick up and dropped the tail gate before ordering me in. Once I was in the back of his truck he decided to "make me more comfortable" but comfort wasn't what he had in mind! First I was hogtied before a huge plug was inserted deep in my ass. If this wasn't bad enough a noose was put around my neck and secured to the cab of the truck, his last ingenious bit of bondage was another noose, this time in a smaller cord, secured around my balls. Once it was all pulled tight I had to decide, alleviate the pressure on my balls or alleviate the pressure on the noose. With that he said, "Sleep well," recovered the tarp on the truck before starting up his Harley and riding off. There was no way I could sleep! I had to keep adjusting my position, I was so tired after the past few days but every time I drifted off to sleep I was awoken either by the pain in my balls or by struggling to breathe. After another fitful nights rest, if I could call it that, I was awoken by the morning light as the Biker Master threw back the tarp from the truck. Without a word, the nooses were removed from my neck and my balls and I was released from the hogtie. As I moved my aching limbs I was suddenly slapped hard across the face. "Look at the mess you have made in the back of my truck!" he said. As I looked down I saw a puddle of my own cum, struggling in the night I had cum on the bed of his truck, wanting to avoid punishment I quickly licked it up before I was led into the bodyshop. After the past few days I couldn't for the life of me remember what the Biker gang specialized in but I knew I would soon discover. After standing in silence for what seemed like hours as the Biker Master took care of his early morning business, checking the mail, his answerphone messages and emails, finally he paid some attention to me. "Put your hair in a tight pony tail then lay face down on the floo,r" was all he said. On the floor I could hear the Biker Master moving around until finally he tied my legs, though tied is a bit of an understatement, bent at the knees, he tied them so my calves were fused to my thighs, then he tied a rope around my ankles and using my ponytail my head was pulled far back and tied to my ankles. Next my arms were tied in an armbinder, again secured to my tied ankles. "When did you last eat?" he asked- "Yesterday morning Sir." I replied. The thought for a second before muttering. "Good-" He picked me up easily, as if I were a child, before taking me to the forecourt of the bodyshop. Everyone driving past could see as I was given 3 ice cold enemas before finally being hosed down. Next I was balanced on my knees and wrapped in latex, from my neck down before the latex was covered in lubricant, finally a solid plastic tube was slid over my head and down my latex covered body, again leaving my head uncovered. As I was being carried back inside, I suddenly remembered what it was the Biker gang specialized in, extreme bondage and piss! That was when it struck me, I was being made into a urinal! I was taken into one of the bathrooms but there was no urinal, just a recess in the floor with a drain, which fitted the tube I was in perfectly, once I was slotted in, a funnel was put into my mouth, but unlike any other funnel I had ever seen this one slotted behind my teeth and with a turn of a key, it locked into place, totally secure so I couldn't possibly spit it out. "As you know, this is the only public toilet in town so I expect you to get a lot of use by tomorrow night." With that he turned off the light and left. It wasn't long before the light came on as he returned. "I've had my morning coffee now so time for your first drink," he said as he pulled his huge cock out and filled the funnel and my mouth with his acrid piss. I was in agony from the bondage and the clock on the wall told me I had only been there an hour so far. It was Master Bear!!!!! I was praying he had come to take me home but in my heart I knew he hadn't. All he did was look me in the eye before taking his cock out and pissing into my urinal mouth. I was gently sobbing as he turned the light off and left. For the rest of the day there was a steady stream of people (if you pardon the pun) to use my mouth, including all of the Biker gang and even some of the towns slaves used me as a urinal which was so humiliating. When I heard the Biker Master lock up for the day I thought that was it, no more until morning, how wrong could I be! For hours there was nothing but then, once the clock struck midnight someone entered through another door that I hadn't noticed. As they staggered in I realized they had been out to the bar and were drunk, the Biker Master had opened the urinal, me, for anyone going home from a night drinking, and as most of the farms and houses were on this side of town, I knew I could get busy. First came one of the Biker Masters and his slave, I don't know how much the Biker Master had drunk but I almost choked trying to drink it all in time, next was his slave, who was sober, she moved close enough to position her pussy over the funnel, she had obviously drunk a similar amount but her piss was far more acrid and nasty than the Biker Master, all I could guess is she had been drinking her Master's piss all evening in the bar! Next came one of the latex Mistresses, wearing a short pink latex skater dress. She covered my face with it as she lowered her mound onto the funnel to give me her piss. After a little while came one of the BBW Mistresses, without thought she sat her ample ass onto the funnel and pissed. I lost count of how many visited that night and how much piss I had drunk but by 4am it seemed that was the last of them, but I was wrong! After falling asleep I was awoken by a stream of piss hitting my face, instinctively I opened my eyes only to be hit by more piss, some going in the funnel some all over my face and hair. It was one of the butch lesbian Mistresses, who seemed to have Mastered the art of pissing standing up, she just laughed as she finished her piss and left. Once my eyes had stopped stinging I finally managed to get some sleep. After a few hours' sleep I was awoken by movement in the bodyshop, the Biker Master had arrived but as he entered the bathroom he saw the state I was in and how badly I smelled and quickly left, sending his slave in with a hose. I could see the pity in the slaves face as she hosed me down, it was obvious she knew exactly what I had faced as she had faced it many times before. Gently she washed me before rinsing me down with the hose once again. After being cleaned up I was left to dry for a while before the Biker Master came back in. "Do you know how many loads of piss you have drunk in the past day? 48! I had forgotten there was something on at the bar last night so I am sure by the end of business today you will have taken enough piss, I will tell your Master he has a slave to be proud of." With that he added the 49th load of piss in 24 hours. The bodyshop seemed to be 25% work 75% social club as a few customers came in but most of the visitors were from the Biker gang, and each one of them loved to use a slave as a urinal so I had to drink many more loads of piss before the day was up. Between my visitors, time seemed to pass so slowly, the Biker Master was obviously sadistic but not in the usual way, he didn't want to inflict heavy pain but he loved to psychologically torture a slave and putting a clock in my direct view was testament to this because I couldn't help but see the time which made it pass so slowly but as it reached 4pm, the Biker Master entered with one last load for me before picking me up and carrying me into the yard, leaving me to his slave. His slave very gently took me out of the tube, then unwrapped the latex from me, I stank! A vile mix of my own sweat and piss! She released me from my bonds before massaging some life back into my limbs. She even removed my ballet boots for the first time in days. Then she washed me, using a feminine bodywash and shampoo before I was finally hosed down one last time. As I sat there drying because I was unable to stand barefoot, she cleaned my ballet boots before drying them ready to put back on my sore aching feet. Once I was dry, the slave dusted me with talc before dressing me in my latex maids outfit, styled my hair and did my make up. Once back inside, the Biker Master invited me to sit as his slave fetched me something to eat. "Once you have eaten I will let you get going, it is only 5 miles to your owners house so it shouldn't take you that long," he said as he left me to my sandwich. He has obviously never walked in ballet heels! I knew the first 3 miles would be easy enough but the last 2 were down a rutted farm track, which would take some time. Once I had finished eating I got up to leave, as I passed the office, I knocked on the door to thank the Biker Master for his help in my training. As I entered His office I noticed the clock. It was one of those which showed the time day and date, it was July 25th! In my head I quickly worked out it was almost 5 months since that first day when I was taken on my way into town, I had come a long way since then! After thanking the Biker Master I set off on my 5 mile walk home. As I had surmised the first 3 miles were easy, I noticed just how much fitter I had become but it still took me about an hour. Once I reached the dirt road my pace slowed even further, each step having to be slow and considered, knowing if I fell, I could injure myself and if I ripped my maids outfit I would be punished for it, so the last 2 miles took me over 2 hours. When I arrived home, I knocked on the door as I didn't have keys. Stood there, awaiting Master Bear, I was nervous as hell! Not because I would be seeing the man I loved but had arranged to have me kidnapped and enslaved but hoping all the reports of my conduct had pleased him. When He answered the door, he smiled at me and I followed him into the house. I was handed a bag and as he turned to leave he said to me, "I will be back in 30 minutes, this is your last chance to ever be free." I sat down and opened the bag, in it were a new set of locking collar and cuffs, without the keys and some papers. As I looked through them first I saw the contract I had signed, then several legal documents which if signed would give Master Bear as much power over me as is legally possible. I didn't need 30 minutes, I instantly signed all the documents and locked the collar and cuffs on myself ready to start the rest of my life. First, It seemed life would be good as Master Bears slave, I was given a week to recuperate from my walk home during which I was treated no different to before I had signed my life away. The first morning after my week long rest was a rude awakening! I had assumed the Sects main interest was in trans maids, which was partly right, I would only ever wear a maids outfit from this point on, but I soon found out that was just the loose tie linking the members, I was informed I would face every extreme I had encountered on my walk home and so much more. As Master Bear informed me of this I could see how much it aroused him because he was harder and bigger than I had ever seen him, he was so turned on that by the time he had finished telling me, he pulled out his belt and his jeans dropped to the floor, I was expecting the first whipping of the rest of my life, but no! First I was restrained over the end of Master Bears king sized bed and with the belt pulled tight around my throat, he ploughed my ass. Master Bear obviously didn't want to cum too quickly so he regularly switched from slow gentle fucking to what could only be described as hate fucking! After about an hour of this dichotomy of sex, I could sense Master Bear was almost ready to cum, so I increased the intensity of my moans knowing how much this turned him on, I was eager to hear him tell me he was going to cum as he always did. I didn't hear those words though, and little did I realize at the time, I never would again! I'm not saying he didn't say them, just that I wasn't able to hear them! As Master Bears thrusts increased in speed and intensity, the belt was pulled tighter to the point where I couldn't breathe and as Master Bear's fucking reached its climax, everything went black. When I regained consciousness I was in the cellar of the farmhouse, that's when I realized why Master Bear hadn't let me down to see it as it was being renovated into his "Bearcave" as he called it, this was the room I had been trained in! As I sat waiting, chained to the floor by my chastity cage, I was getting more and more turned on by the extreme porn playing on the large TV screen, well I say porn because it obviously had been professionally produced for sale, but then it struck me, it was me! All my training had been filmed and edited for sale; I was now a sissy BDSM porn star! Watching what I had gone through was such a turn on but the most striking thing about it was the fact that at no point did I look anything but a willing participant. I must have been sat there whimpering like a bitch in heat for over an hour when Master Bear entered. "I see you like your first release, a slave bitch has to earn her keep somehow," he said. "From tomorrow you will leave this dungeon only on rare occasions and even when you do it won't be for long except for major events. You already have over 20 subscribers for your new 24/7 PPV website," said Master Bear, as he gestured towards several webcams in various places high on the walls, all positioned so there wasn't a single place in the entire dungeon where I wasn't totally exposed. With that I was released from the anchor bolt to the floor and Master bear unzipped his leather jeans and pulled his stiffening cock out.