The power Candy felt as she disintegrated Lucy's physical and emotional resistance to the abuse was unimaginable.
Candy, in her young life, had a busy history of sado-sexual domination. She'd had women of all ages submit to her ministrations. Some she loved, some she hated, a few she'd pimped for profit. But each, in their own depravity, had found some sort of limit. A place they couldn't go despite their devotion to her.
In Lucy, Candy sensed a bottomless pit of depravity. The poor woman had no resistance. Lucy had completely absolved herself of corporeal responsibility and handed her sweetest flesh over for routine abuse. There was no doubt in Candy''s mind that what she committed on Lucy would be considered criminal in most courts of law. This only heightened the thrill as she shaped Lucy to her will.
With the 3 month probation complete, it was time to accept Lucy's complete enslavement. Candy's intention was to take this young woman into the darkest corners of her imagination.
Having arranged Lucy's internal access to her liking, ie. the ability to confidently punch-fist to-n-fro between her holes - Candy's mind now turned to the more sinister solutions to her objectification.
To cement Lucy's new role, Candy began designing and planning more visible and permanent modifications to her genitalia. Candy knew from experience, that a pretty young woman's identity balanced carefully on her self-perception and body image and she intended to make a mockery of this gorgeous girl's body.
DING DONG
Candy rang the doorbell. They stood on the verandah of a large suburban home. Both in fur coats, Candy in elegant dress, Lucy more like a high-class hooker in a miniskirt and thigh high boots. Lucy was nervous, Candy had explained that tonight she had a gift for Lucy, a symbol of her submission.
They'd been out to a fancy restaurant, where Lucy had felt like a prised possession in her new fur coat, she felt a deep craving for this attention from her mistress.
"You still wish for me to be your mistress?"
Lucy nodded.
"Then you will willingly accept everything that will be done to your body tonight. It will symbolise my ownership of you."
Lucy's mouth, cunt and asshole all relaxed open at the thought of submitting to Candy forever, the first two self-lubricating some more. She would do anything for her mistress.
And so they heard footsteps approach and the door swung open.
There, smiling warmly, stood a kindly middle aged Indian woman. Neck and wrists adorned with gold bangles, a rich colourful sari wrapped around her curvaceous hips.
"Welcome mistress Candy", the woman smiled.
"Hello Riya, so good to see you."
"This must be your gorgeous young slave." Riya looked towards Lucy.
"She's a good toy." replied Candy.
Lucy stood stunnned, oggling Riya's large breasts, and for good reason, not only was this woman bare from the waist up with her pendulous boobs on display, they were adorned with gold hoops too. The base of each breast was encircled by a thin gold band, cinching the meaty fullness of her tan flesh. The sag of her tits was highlighted by the fact they could be encircled by the bands of gold.
Her nipples were not only pierced, but they had each been stretched, wide, around smaller gold hoops, the dark brown nipple skin forming at taught strap around the circumference of each ring, a coin sized void in the middle. The two adornments hung straight down off a crease across each areola where her nipples began, below, through each hole you could see the underside of each breast. At the very bottom of each of the rings was a thick nubbin - presumably the tip of a normal nipple. It was an incredible sight.
Lucy unconsciously brushed a hand across her own breasts. Riya looked like an exotic queen, her ornate breasts a radiant beacon of her power. Lucy swallowed.
"Please, come inside." said Riya, gesturing to them both.
Lucy bowed her head and followed Candy in.
As they came in to the kitchen a short man in a tidy suit hurried over and helped them out of their coats.
"This is my cuckold." Riya waved a hand towards him. "If you need anything please don't hesitate to ask. Can I offer you a drink, some tea perhaps?"
"Some tea would be lovely," nodded Candy.
"Boy. Tea," was all Riya needed to say.
He bowed his head and hurried back down the hall to hang their coats.
"Please, follow me." Riya led them on down the hall to a dark room.
Around the walls there was a a large sofa and some lounge chairs, all black leather and very expensive. In the middle sat a long padded bench - also black leather, and at the far end of the room was a tall wardrobe of very dark timber.
The room was dimly lit with a couple of floor standing lamps. It smelled heavily of incense.
