Pooch's Story (Part 11a) (BdSM, slave, FF/F, scat, severe)

Pooch's Story

It has been a long time since I have posted chapter 10 and I apologize
to those that have been waiting. This was a very difficult chapter to
write because there were so many loose ends to clean up and the
subject matter didn't feel all that exciting. There were other more
personal distractions. Alas it is done and I promise parts 12 and 13
will be out far more quickly. Unless, of course.  peoples appitite for
the story has waned.. 

Into the Fire (B)    (Part 11a) "Squat down and release the rod ,....
cunt," Marla ordered. Marla was careful to keep her voice as humorless
and cold as she could without breaking out in laughter. It had become
a personal challenge. She wanted to maintain the atmosphere of torture
and personal degradation, that she had so skillfully created,  for as
long as she could.

Pooch let her body do what she had struggled so hard and long against.
She expelled the sanding rod from her anus sending a sheet of pain to
her brain as most of the remaining skin was ground out of her shit
hole.  And then it was over. Finally, Pooch thought, the worst was
past and even though badly damaged, her ass hole could start healing.
For a short while Pooch was in heaven, so great was her relief.

"See those floor stocks over there," Marla pointed to a massive set of
stocks that held their victims arms and legs on the floor with the
legs straight and spread while the arms were shoulder width apart and
also straight  leaving her back parallel to the floor in a touch the
toes position. The stocks forced this position by clamping the legs at
both the ankle and just below the knee, and the arms at both the wrist
and just under the elbow. Pooch would be completely exposed between
the knees and elbows and would be forced to maintain the very
uncomfortable position for as long as her mistress wished.

Pooch crawled over to the unusual contraption and saw that Marla had
labeled it, right leg, left leg etc., making it clear where everything
went. She got up and placed her legs in the appropriate positions and
pushed  the two halves of the device that locked her legs, together.
As the device closed Pooch's legs were forced to be perfectly
perpendicular to the floor and well spread. Forced to bend entirely at
the waist  Pooch reached down with her hands to place her palms on the
floor. She could only wait in this position for someone else to close
the arm section of the stocks. It was Shandra that came over and
kicked the arm section shut, restraining  the slave in  the way that
only stocks can.  The camera, tracking the signal from her collar had
paned over to the new location , focusing on her bloody ass. This
would be a very uncomfortable position to maintain for any extended
period.

The human body is designed to stand upright, the wrists are not
designed to bear weight and neither are the shoulders. The backs of
Pooch's legs were stretched tight, hurting at the backs of the knees
and along the thighs. The position was also unstable, with no leverage
to balance herself, Pooch's muscles constantly worked to prevent
falling backwards or forwards. Another one of Marla's additions was a
small closet.  As Pooch watched, the two women remove their outerwear
and hang up their clothes,  her fear  returned.

Shandra now only wore stockings, a garter and no panties as a red
brassier supported her ample bosom. Marla was left with black panties
under black pantyhose and a matching black bra. Marla scooped out a
handful of red liniment that sat in a pickling jar. When Pooch saw
what was coming  the silly grin immediately vanished from her face.
Her teeth clenched and all the muscles in her face clenched. As soon
as Marla's manicured finger tips touched Pooch's skinless anal ring
the effect was the same as if a blow torch was stuck up her ass. This
was beyond anything that she had ever felt.  Marla continued to push
her entire, fiery liniment covered hand into her slave's rectum. The
shitter's walls were scraped and bleeding in spots. Marla felt her
slaves anal ring close around her wrist. She began to open and close
her fingers and rotate her wrist expanding the walls of Pooch's large
intestine.  Pooch went hysterical. How could she still be conscious,
Pooch thought.  Just as she thought that the pain was at its worst
Marla withdrew her arm and shoved a baby finger into Pooch’s torn
urethra.

"Such ingratitude," Marla chortled. "Here I am trying to prevent
infection and I don't even hear a thank  you. Remind me to punish you
for this insolence before the end of the day, if I forget. Did you
hear me?"

Pooch frantically nodded her head trying to save what she could out of
the situation. Her whole gut was burning Pooch couldn't believe the
agony. "I don't understand the fuss dear," Marla went on. "This is
just standard procedure for treating  wounds. It prevents infection
and speeds heeling so you better get used to it. In a minute I'm going
to do your back." Marla again dipped her hand into the liniment jar.

Marla showed not the least hesitation in slathering her slave's
whipped back with the burning balm causing her unlucky drudge's whole
body to feel as though set ablaze. The feeling of being set ablaze in
combination with being held totally immobile by the stocks created
absolute panic in the slave. Once again Pooch lost all control of her
bodily functions. Her stomach, in the midst of dry heaves managed to
spit up the puke she had previously licked off her Mistress' shoes.
Her bowels strained to evacuate, a little turd peeked out her shit
hole.  Her bladder was still plugged or it too would have emptied.
Pooch could not acknowledge the intensity of the sensations in her
consciousness except to think they must be avoided at all costs.  

Marla thought, on the other extreme,  the back rub induced enema was
humorous and it had the bonus value of justifying more punishment for
the errant slave.

While Pooch continued to try and support herself as her guts seemed to
be turning inside out, Shandra and Marla prepared for the next part of
the training session.  Marla strapped on a twelve inch long, three
inch thick dildo.  The massive dildo angled up like a real cock and
had straps that ran behind Marla's hips and ass to allow Marla maximum
control as she prepared to impale her slave.  Marla took a handful of
the fiery liniment and rubbed it all over the dildo.

Pooch realized from her experience during her trial that the extreme
heat wouldn't last at that level for long. While that knowledge gave
her some hope, it did nothing to deaden the excruciating pain of the
fire on her raw meat.

Marla knew the pain would  soon deaden, but she had some fresh
stimulation planned for Pooch before that happened. She was going to
use her strap on giant dildo to fuck Pooch's ass hole while Shandra
shoved a more realistically sized dildo down the slave's throat.
There was a real purpose to this exercise. It was to get Pooch used to
being raped in this same manner by men who brag about fucking whores
to death.  The slave had to have her insides trained to put up with
the new uses they would soon be put through.  Her ass hole was being
savaged so that when it healed it would be covered with tough scar
tissue and be able to stand the constant onslaught of the driving
cocks it would be subjected to. The same could be said for first
segment of her large intestine. It would have to withstand cocks but
also hands and fists, big, burly ones. There were no penalties for
fucking a slave to death.

On the other end Pooch had to be able to take the largest cock down
her throat without it splitting.  Pooch also has to learn to manage
her air, surviving by grabbing some at the slightest opportunity, and
not wasting oxygen by panicking. Whoring for Marla would be the
primary way in which Pooch would earn her keep. At the rate that Marla
spent money, Pooch could never keep up.

Marla had decided to play close attention to Shandra and try to see
exactly what she did. The two women would make the situation even more
realistic by not raping Pooch in any sort of pattern. Sometimes both
of Pooch's ends would be worked simultaneously, sometimes only her
mouth and sometimes only her ass.  If Pooch was well used to taking
this abuse before being rented out she just might live for a few
years.

The only things required of the slave, for this training, were to
learn to maintain her balance while being jerked all over the place by
her users, and to survive. 

The floor stocks were shaped to allow someone to stand comfortably
behind the slave to use her rear and to stand in front to use her
mouth. Marla casually watched as Shandra first pulled back the slave's
head, by her hair using her left hand and slowly begin to push the
artificial penis into her mouth to the back of her throat with her
right. Pooch, at least, had the presence of mind to take a deep breath
before the dick cut off her air supply.

"Open those jaws wider," Shandra ordered. "I don't want those teeth
scratching this beautiful baby dick.

Maintaining a strong grip Shandra began to twist the dildo back and
forth while maintaining pressure,  pshing it down her gullet. Marla
could begin to make out the location of the tip as it slowly began to
expand her slave's throat, as she stood transfixed watching the
curious sight.

Pooch now had something else for her mind to focus on other than the
fire burning up her guts. Following the suggestion to relax in order
to conserve her air supply was easier said than done. The very
position Pooch was forced to maintain was strenuous. Add the sensation
of being on fire while her throat was being split open and
continuously gagging,  was not at all conducive to relaxation.

Shandra continued to grind the end of the dildo against soft throat
tissue 

"Relax your throat muscles or I'll just tear through them and you
don't want that, believe me," Shandra demanded.  These weren't words
that Pooch could ignore. She relaxed her throat muscles allowing the
cock to slide in another inch or so.

Marla watched as the budge descended further down the slave's throat.
It was now visibly clear that breathing would be impossible. The
lawyer had never seen anything like it. The budge extended from the
front of the slave's jaw to her Adam's apple. Shandra was about to go
to work.  She pulled the dildo back an inch and with her left arm
griped Pooch's head in a headlock.

Pooch knew what was coming would not be any fun. She had already been
strictly restrained by the stocks and the fist in her hair.  Why was
it necessary to be further restrained in this way? Her answer came all
at once as Shandra began to pump the cock in and out through that
bottom inch of gullet all the time pumping harder and harder. Pooch
was unable to utter the slightest sound at all being totally deprived
of any air. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her eyes tried to convey
the pain that her voice could not. She knew she was about to die and
just wished that it wouldn't take too long. Under the circumstances
the exhortation to remain calm and not panic seemed silly.

Shandra pulled the tip of the cock back into Pooch's soft mouth.  The
slave's lungs gasped for new air.

One gasp, then a second... Shandra shoved the cock back all the way
back down again. This time she kept it there and began to twist it
back and forth, again, always maintaining pressure.   Pooch had
forgotten all about the fire and didn't even notice Marla walking back
to stand between her legs. Of course being in the headlock limited her
vision anyway. 

Marla surprised even herself. She felt sorry for what she was about to
do to her pride and joy, although it wouldn't be all bad for Marla.
The angle of the dildo made sure that an extension that ran from the
base would rub up against her clit even through her undergarments.

Marla loved being a slut, as long as it was outside her job it was a
role she could never stop playing. She had a great body and she
enjoyed using it. It was what she lived for. Ed was a great
convenience to her.  Not only was she lucky enough to have a man she
could actually love, he came with a great house and a ticket to
unlimited stimulation, Pooch. By being sweet to him she could also get
him to do whatever she asked. That was his main attraction.  Marla was
in charge of everything. Marriage to Ed would just make it official.
Life was very good.

Owning Pooch had now opened up the doors to play with the exciting
people she knew, people with whom she hadn't had anything in common
with until now. All these people exercised complete control over
women, in some way, and now she did too. They had common ground now
and they could do business.

Long before Marla had thought about Pooch for her own use she had
thought about how much money could be made from her. First she thought
about forced prostitution, but the overhead, with only one girl and a
forty year old atthat, would eat up most of the profit and besides you
could live off of prostitutes without them even realizing that they
are slaves. Pooch was a real slave and could be forced to do what
nobody else would. The answer Marla thought lay in specialty work for
Pooch. Work for which people would pay a lot of money.  If Pooch
became a star Marla could demand star money. There was a segment of
the sex entertainment business that was always looking for stars but
found no volunteers. It was the torture business. In this business
girls normally only starred in a single feature. With the proper
training Pooch could become a continuing act, Marla thought.

The future star's thoughts didn't have the variety or pleasant quality
that her owner's had. Pooch had to breathe more than anything else and
soon the pain in her ass receded into the background. In the human
hierarchy of needs, the need to breathe beats the need for freedom
from pain every time. The slave tried to maximize the pleading look of
her eyes. Tears streamed down uncontrolled. Her bright red lipstick
concealed the real blue color of her lips. Since she had already
evacuated any internal contents that she had available there was not
another signal that she could make to show her distress.

Just as her vision was beginning to fade Shandra pulled back the dildo
in her throat, far enough for Pooch to begin breathing again, and kept
it there. She left it in a spot where Pooch could catch a breath in
between fighting off the constant stimulation to gag. This new freedom
to catch some air helped the actress's mind return to the savagery
that was taking place in her ass.

Marla began to feel at ease with the rhythmic thrusting of her pelvis.
The strokes became longer and harder. Moisture began to spread from
the gusset of her pantyhose to the surrounding nylon. Placing her
hands on the savaged back of her chattel Marla adjusted her position
placing more of her weight on Pooch and getting up on her toes with
each drive. As the action became smoother and more relaxed for Marla
the cock drove inside deeper and deeper. Blood dripped steadily from
the ravaged anus onto the floor bellow sometimes even hitting the
wooden stock. The dildo glistened a bright red. 

For Marla the training aspect of the exercise began to mater less and
less. Her level of excitement, driven by the feeling in her groin
rapidly built to the edge of climax. All other thoughts left her mind,
her breathing grew to panting and her hands grasped onto Pooch's back
just over her armpits, her long nails burying themselves in the flesh.
Finally she stiffened and then convulsed in ecstasy as the orgasm
swept over her glistening, sweaty body.

Marla smiled as she thought about how much fun preparing her slave for
her future work could be. For a second she also had a vision of using
the strap-on on Ed's tight ass, wouldn't that be a surprise she
thought.

"Looks like you need a bit of a rest," spoke Shandra.  "Why don't we
switch places, then I can keep her ass exercising and watch you
stretch her throat at the same time? It's best you not be alone the
first time you try it."

Marla agreed but was somewhat repulsed at the thought of the low bred
woman's cunt engulfing her strap-on dildo. Oh well she would have
Pooch give it a thorough cleaning with bleach later on.

With the agreement Shandra withdrew the hand held dildo from Pooch's
mouth while Marla pulled the oversize monster out of her ass, causing
a small trickle of pooled blood to splash onto the floor, falling from
the almost skinless bum hole. All that the slave could do with the
temporary freedom of her mouth was cry and pant for air. Her vocal
cords where so bruised that speaking was out of the question.

"I think just one more round of throat and ass fucking will be enough
for today, it is your first real session and you have so much work to
get done yet. I guess you noticed that because of your time in the
infirmary the house is a complete shambles. I expect that it will be
at least presentable by this evening. Then you will be facing your
first official punishment session. I bet you are as excited as I am
about that" Marla let out a chuckle at her slaves expense.

Pooch's mind was still too clouded from the oxygen starvation and
pain, now everywhere, to appreciate the significance of her owners
words. Right now what had most of her attention was the fire in her
back side and the ache in almost every joint demanding release from
the god awful position she was fastened in.  While Marla undid the
straps of her dong and handed it over to Shandra, clarity began to
return to Pooch's head but instead of being a benefit it only served
to make her feel even worse.

Shandra wasted no time putting on the dildo and adjusting the
stimulating prongs so they hit just the right spots on her plush twat.
Marla made a point of grabbing Pooch by the hair and pulling up her
face so that she could rub the slaves nose in the wet gusset of her
pantyhose. "Take a deep breath you shit.  It's the smell of your real
master, not me but my cunt. You learn to keep it happy and wet and
your life just might become tolerable. If you fail your life will be a
living hell." 

Pooch had to learn her real position in the order of things and hers
was well below that of her Mistress's cunt.

Quite familiar with the use of a strap-on, Shandra stepped into
position behind Pooch, carefully nudged just the tip of the dildo into
the wide open anus, and then grabbed both of Pooch's shoulders and
pulled her back while her hips thrust forward. In a single powerful
motion the 3-inch thick penis, now lubricated only by her own blood,
was buried up to the hilt in Pooch's savaged shit hole. The speed of
penetration not only unmercifully stretched and scraped the descending
colon but also literally punched the adjoining organs out of the way
sending the slave's stomach into a series of dry heaves and a fresh
torrent of screams from her unoccupied throat. Anguished, harch
screams. Her throat was so raw.

Angered by Pooch's reaction to the invasion of her insides, Marla,
still clutching a fistful of hair, sent her other fist flying into the
slave's face.  "Shut up and take it. I'm getting sick and tired of
your cry baby attitude. What are you going to do when there are fifty
or sixty men lined up to use your ass, huh? How do you think you're
going to earn your keep?" Marla slapped her chattel's head just to
emphasize her point. All the while Shandra kept driving in and out
with long rapid thrusts 

"Now open our mouth nice and wide like a good slave-whore, so that I
can shove this big fucking man cock down your slut throat. You've got
two ends and I intend to have you use them both at the same time."

Marla looked over at Shandra to check that she was watching. Shandra
nodded her head telling Marla to proceed. Marla then applied a
headlock, just like she had seen before, and pushed the dildo right to
the back of Pooch's throat. Pooch's throat was already so badly
bruised by Shandra it hurt a lot, along with the sudden absence of
air.

Just like before when Marla was ripping her ass and Shandra was
savagely abusing her throat, breathing became Pooch's number one
priority. What Shandra was doing didn't matter all that much now to
Pooch. All her focus was on her need to breathe.  Nothing was moving
in, or out, of her lungs. When she felt the headlock tighten it dawned
on her what she had to do. Pooch extended her lips as far up the shaft
as they would go and relaxed her throat, inviting the cock to come
farther in. She knew Marla wouldn't be pulling it out until she had
swallowed down all that was possible. Tears rolled out of her eyes one
after another. Pooch had the look of the damned on her face. She was
sure her eyes were seeing their last.

Pooch began to strain forward instead of pulling back and Marla
loosened her grip. This convinced Pooch that she was on the right
track. Marla slowly increased the pressure until Pooch's throat
muscles just couldn't hold the hard plastic dick out any more. The
rippled surface bruised the throat even more as it slid by. Her eyes
bugged out. The dick stopped for a bit while

Marla looked over at Shandra for affirmation and Shandra again nodded
her head, signaling with her eyes for Marla to keep pushing.

She was only too eager to oblige. Marla gave the cock a bit of a twist
and this knobby throat plug filled more space. When it seemed that the
visible bulge in the throat had reached about half way to her
collarbone Shandra shook her head, no.

"Next time you can go back down to where you are now and then maybe a
quarter of an inch farther but no more than that each session."
Shandra said. "You need to stretch her throat without ripping it. In a
couple of weeks you'll see how easily she will take the entire shaft.
Keep her away from any food at least twelve hours before she does any
real cocks....... Twenty-four hours and she will be very hungry,
Shandra smirked."

While Shandra instructed Marla on the proper use of the throat buster
Pooch's need for air grew desperate. Her heart and head were pounding
and the burning feeling in her lungs was driving her to madness. She
didn't know what else she could do to get some air. Her vision began
to fade.

"Pull it back." instructed the perspiring Philippino madam. Marla
quickly jerked the dildo out of Pooch's severely strained gullet.

There was an immediate rush of air and loud wheezing around the huge
intruder.  The continuous gagging returned.

"Just keep the dildo as stiff as you can while I finish her up."

Coming from the husky woman those words had a very ominous ring to
them.

Shandra latched onto Pooch's scalp with both fists and began to yank
her neck back and forth as she used her arms to drive home the hard
thrusts. As Shandra pulverized Pooch's hind quarters Marla used the
penis in the slave's throat the same way, holding it tight as Shandra
literally shoved her throat back and forth against it.

Now that Pooch got some air she could struggle but with Shandra
whipping her head back and forth with considerable force made her
struggle barely perceptible. Her head was the only part of her body
that could move more than a couple of inches and that was being held
in Shandra's iron grip. It felt to Pooch much of her hair was being
ripped out by the strength of each pull and push. The cock Marla held
against Pooch's throat also kept pounding the soft tissue and
cartilage. It was like a fist reaching in to the back of her throat
and pounding it, on the same spot over and over again. Pooch was sure
it would punch right through, as she tasted her own blood. All the
stars flashing in her head blocked her vision. She tried to turn her
head so the cock would hit something else but Shandra's grip on her
scalp was just too strong. It was Shandra who decided where her head
went and no one else.

Pooch felt a sudden increase in Shandra's level of tension as the
madam approached climax. The pull on her hair became even harder but
the movement of the shaft up her butt, stiffer but slower. Finally
Shandra just shoved the phallus in to the hilt and kept pushing
against it hard with her mound While bouncing up and down with her
toes maximizing the stimulation to her clit Pooch felt her ecstasy as
Shandra came.

At last both mistresses withdrew their respective tools, the huge one
up her ass hole made a loud slurping noise as it was yanked out. Pooch
was totally spent and stood there trembling from the combination of
shock and exhaustion. If the stocks had allowed it she would have
crumbled into a heap on the floor. The filthy dildos were tossed onto
the floor leaving  a broad, wiggly, red smears.

Marla changed her grip on Pooch's tear streaked face cupping it in her
hands and gently caressing it with her thumbs. She squatted down in
front of the pilloried woman so she could stare into her face as she
spoke to her. Marla figured that it was possible to convey kindness
without relinquishing any of her power to the slave. Marla knew that
it was up to her whether or not Pooch would experience the sensation
of kindness or whether she would feel the wrath of her lord and
master. Marla understood well the power that getting someone's
attention gave her. She would have Pooch face her right in the eyes
and depending on her mood make Pooch feel like the worst part of her
nightmare was over or make her feel that it was only getting started.
Marla decided that maybe it was a good time to show some kindness.

The stocks were opened and Pooch collapsed to the ground. Bloody,
sweaty, exhausted and consumed by her pain she just lay there. Marla
retrieved the threadbare towel wet it and returned to wipe away the
blood that was staining Pooch's crotch and legs. Squatting beside her
Marla stroked her slaves hair and face.  "I know this is hard for you,
but training for anything is hard at first. You'll get used to it and
eventually you'll see how it will pay off. One day you will make me
proud, only not today. Now get yourself together you still have a long
day ahead. As I have told you that since you were laid up in the
infirmary the house has been neglected somewhat. I expect it to be in
a of reasonable state by this evening. Now stand up."

Pooch tried her best to get off the floor but every time she moved new
waves of pain shot to her brain. The hurt between her legs was the
worst of all. Inside her body Pooch's cervix was pounding and her
colon was burning. She didn't dare touch her brownie; it was super
tender having been rubbed raw by all the oversized dildos that had
used it. As soon as she began moving muscles would cramp in response
to it. Her throat had suffered with all manner of abuse but nothing
like what caused it to hurt like it did now. She hoped that they
wouldn't feed her for a while because Pooch had serious doubts if she
could swallow. Pooch looked down on her udders finding them badly
bruised and criss crossed with welts and cuts. Neither Shandra nor
Marla had held anything back when they had laid into the slave girl
earlier on.  They had aimed at all her tender spots. A lot of people
watching over the closed circuit television channels were hoping that
Pooch would bebeaten again. They were paying big money to watch girls
being tortured and humiliated, not coddled.  Marla would make sure
that the audience would not be disappointed for long but Pooch did
need some time for recovery and Marla would try to get her some.

The two dominatrix's grabbed Pooch's shoulders and helped her up.
Pooch couldn't imagine that it was possible to hurt more. Every muscle
and joint ached but this was minor compared to the hurt inside her
body, hurt that was the result of her rape by the hard diodes and the
injection of her cervix. Her cervix was still swelling from the
histamines. In addition she now had to try and stand on feet still
swollen from the cane. While Pooch was trying to get accustomed to
standing on her own Marla brought over what was to be Pooch's maid
outfit.

"I'm dying to see how you look in these shoes," Marla commented as she
placed a pair of ankle boots on the floor along with a pair of
extremely sheer black seemed stockings and a shiny black PVC garter
belt. "If you need to steady yourself you can lean against the
whipping post, but hurry up and put these on, you don't have much
time."

Accepting the suggestion Pooch hurried to comply, leaning on the post
as she slipped on the expensive stockings and fastened them to the
garters.

The boots were highly unusual. They resembled a cross between an
extremely high-heeled pump and a ski boot. The material they were
constructed from was a super smooth, high gloss black plastic. The
heel was slim, six inches high.  Around the top of the boot ran a
shiny steel rail to prevent leg irons from slipping down onto the
boots and possibly marking them. The most unusual feature though was
the closure of the boot. They were closed by a set of three buckles
just like ski boots except that these latches were not adjustable and
once closed required a key to release. The boot was designed to make
the foot conform to the boot, no matter what.

"Those stockings cost me twenty dollars a pair, you'd better not get
any runs in them or you'll pay dearly."

Pooch tried to slide her foot into the boot carefully spreading the
two sides apart as far as they would go. Her foot slid easily along
the smooth surface till the last couple of inches where it narrowed at
the toe. Inside the boot there was nothing, no padding only the hard
plastic shell. As she pushed hard Pooch worried if she had left enough
slack at the toe of the nylons so they wouldn't stretch and tear as
they were forced along the sides of the boot. With the foot finally
wedged in Pooch needed to use both hands to close the buckles. She now
had a new pain center to focus on.  Soon both feet were throbbing as
the slave tried to maintain her balance. Running away from anything in
these just wouldn't be possible. 

"Do you remember this?" Marla held out the series of leather straps
that Pooch recognized as the spreader brassier, only this one was
shinny black coordinating with the rest of her outfit and the straps
were longer to allow for the increased size of her udders. 

"You put it on and put it on tight. Believe me, you don't want me
coming over to adjust it."

This particular item had always been Pooch's most hated piece of
clothing. The bra was made up of three individually adjusting straps
that surrounded each bag.  Each strap was studded, only not on the
outside but on the inside. The studs actually had a purpose besides
causing pain. Once dug into the breast meat they wouldn't allow any
slipping of the straps especially when the back strap was tightened
and the udders pulled sideways until one nipple faced right and the
other left. Now she was so much larger, that her melons could be
pulled sideways far enough that the nipples pointed backwards. 

Her feet hurt like mad as she stumbled around trying to keep her
balance and do up the torture bra. There was no give in the shoes;
they felt like they were carved from rock. She couldn't imagine what
it would be like to actually walk in them.

Marla knew that if she wanted, she could make her slave run in them,
and doubtlessly would at some future time.

In a few minutes the pain from her udders would eclipse all the minor
irritations Pooch now felt. Her chest was already painful to the
touch, soon she would be trying to pull her bags right off and only
succeeding in causing herself more hurt. The studs although dull
buried themselves deep in the flesh.

Marla wanted Pooch to be able to dress herself and also apply
sufficient force while strapping herself into the udder harness, as it
would be called from now on, Marla had conveniently made a few unique
adaptations. The first was that the back straps of the harness were
tightened simply by pulling on the loose end of one of the straps
which passed through a buckle similar to an automobile's seat belt
buckle. The straps could only be tightened while the harness was on.
Knowing that it would be difficult for Pooch to reach behind her back
and pull the strap tight the way she wanted, Marla had two small holes
punched near the tip of the back strap. A long leather belt with
matching hooks on the end could then be temporarily attached. Pooch
could now grab hold of the long belt, that even allowed her to use
both hands, to pull with a great deal of force, yanking her now
torpedo shaped jugs right around her sides,  underneath her arm pits.
When tightened to the slave's satisfaction she could then reach back
and unhook the pull strap.

Marla was extremely interested in just how tight Pooch would go with
all the straps. She knew that it would be almost unbearably painful to
her slave but she had warned her of the consequences of insufficient
force and this would be a good test to see just how much the toilet
slave feared her mistress.

Marla was not disappointed. By the time Pooch stopped pulling on the
back strap both udders were peeking backwards from under her pits and
some of the dull studs embedded in the breast meat had torn through
the skin leaving tiny rivulets of blood leaking from under the leather
bands. Marla would have settled for less, but why spoil a good thing,
she thought. Pooch was so scarred of Marla that she was willing to rip
off her own tits to please her. It was the level of fear, that Marla
was looking for.

Marla walked up to Pooch and started trying to stick a finger
underneath all of the bands. They were so tight that she couldn't
force a finger between leather and flesh. Marla made a mark with a
permanent marker, on each strap where it left the buckle.

"If I catch you doing up the buckles any looser than this, it will
cost you a trip to the very whipping post you are standing beside.
You'll have a date with a bull whip that could last for hours."

Stepping back to admire her slave Marla admonished Pooch. "Now...
isn't that better? We got the overgrown udders out of the way so you
could see what you were doing.  Though it is a bit disconcerting to
stand behind you and see your nipples pointing at me."

Pooch rested her biceps on the sides of her own tits. She could no
longer lower her arms to her sides.

Marla looked down towards the slaves cunt.

"I guess Ed had those eyelets attached to your pussy lips so he could
seal you up from unauthorized stimulation, but I have quite another
use for them.

Marla picked up a Popsicle stick sized, gleaming, piece of metal, with
three evenly spaced hooks running along it. Hooks that could be closed
against the metal bar. Centered on the opposite side of the bar was a
single ring. 

"Spread your legs, I want to see your cunt."

The terrified slave spread her legs, not knowing what would come next.

With the curious metal bar in one hand, Marla squatted down in front
of Pooch and parted her sex with the other hand, isolating one of the
inner pussy lips.  She clutched it near the top and pulled up and out,
continuing to stretch it until the spaces between the eyelets in her
pussy lips matched the spaces between the hooks. She passed the hooks
through the holes and locked them shut against the steal.

"Did you see what I did, cunt?"

Pooch nodded her head.

"Here, ... you do the other side." Marla handed the slave a second,
identical bar.

With unsteady hands Pooch fastened the hooks to the opposite inner
labia, just like she was told. Marla then brought out what looked like
a short piece of piano wire with small locks at each end.

"Here, fasten this to the ring on one of the bars and then pass the
wire behind your ass and connect it to the ring on the other bar."

Trying not to show any hesitation, Pooch did as told having to pull
hard on the wire and pull out the normally hidden lips a long way
before she could lock the wire onto the opposite side. Her sex was now
displayed for all to see, the inner labia pulled over the fronts of
her thighs, exposing her vagina and even her urethra for the world to
see. From now on every step and movement would tug and stretch her
tortured labia minor.

Marla finished up by fastening the leg irons around Pooch's shins.

"Is an omelet all right with you?" Marla asked Shandra.

"That's fine but I like mine hot and spicy," Shandra responded.

Marla turned to Pooch and explained to her like she was retarded.

"Use anything that you find in the kitchen, but they better be good!
You will serve us lunch in the living room. Shandra and I have some
planning to do for your debut tonight.  But before you start working
in the kitchen you will assist us in getting dressed and then take a
few minutes to fix up your face and hair.  When you're done you can
pin this maids cap to your hair." Marla was so thrilled to have
someone she could totally boss totally control and never complain,
never snivel, never leave her.

With these words Pooch's life in service of her Mistress began.
Awkwardly at first she stumbled around the basement fetching clothes,
dressing her superiors then trying to make herself look presentable,
though she was not sure what that was anymore. She stood in front of
the mirror for a few seconds trying to recognize the person that was
looking back. The face was still attractive though in a whorish sort
of way, but the rest of her could have come from another planet. Her
arms were now held away from her body, kept that way by her enormous
bags that made her look like she was wearing water wings. Her sex now
gapped open as the center of attraction, a bull's eye invitation
waiting for an arrow to strike.  Her legs were still shapely helped
along by the new boots that looked so dainty and sleek, achieving this
effect at the cost of crushing her feet, but this was invisible to
anyone else. The leg irons, now riding high above the boots, so shiny
and polished almost looked like they were jewelry, kinky perhaps but
jewelry non the less. Finally there was the bright red collar,
screaming out "Toilet Slave," in sparkling rhinestones, for the entire
world to see.

Pooch couldn't believe it but her nearly shredded vagina began to
visibly glaze over. It was betraying her to the world. The slave was
lubricating. She shuddered to think that she could not maintain even
this secret.  Pooch slowly and carefully had to relearn how to walk in
her new shoes. The rigid nature of the shoes required her to step
higher and bring the boot down flat on the ground, rather than heel
first, to minimize the stresses on her feet. She was glad to see that
the new, higher, position of the leg shackles made it much easier to
keep the chain from dragging along the ground. Pooch thanked her lucky
stars that the leg irons were smooth enough not to snag the stockings.
Marla had told her she better keep the seams straight at all times.
It would reflect sloppiness on Pooch's part and be punishable by a
whipping. The stockings were so incredibly shear she couldn't imagine
they would last through the day. Knowing Marla had paid so much for
them made the slave sicken. She knew Marla would be really steamed if
one developed a run. It also meant that jobs that would have seemed
simple before would now become hard because she could no longer kneel.
Her knees would have to be kept off the ground unless absolutely
necessary, such as when being ordered into a kneeling position by a
superior.  Pooch was forced into keeping all her weight on her feet
where the boots continued to do their work, brutalizing her feet. The
noise they made to the slave was a 'clickity-clop on the playroom's
concrete floor.