Disclaimer: This a story of pure fantasy and fiction that involves, scat, pee, and extreme domination/torture. If you do not enjoy those, then don't bother reading. All characters are completely made up and of age. I encourage you to read the previous installment first.
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I woke up in my damp, stained bed from the previous night. "I live here now" is what was running through my mind. My door was left open, which let the morning light in from the hallway. If it wasn't for the door being open I would've stumbled around terrified that, at any moment, Mistress Shauna would ambush me with another onslaught on extreme pain and pleasure. God, what a night. I felt so humiliated and degraded.
I still had so many questions. How long will Mistress keep me here? How severe will my treatment get? Will I even survive? As far as I knew, Mistress Shauna was a serial killer that regularly kidnapped and kept young perverted girls like me. The danger was quite thrilling. I reached down and felt my wet pussy. I am such a whore. Not even possible real danger could keep me from getting horny.
Ever since my transformation in high school, my mind was perpetually fixed on being degraded and used by dominating women. I had no other life. I was on autopilot at work and school. Even at my graduation party I couldn't help but survey the room for women that could dominate me. Maybe even several women at once. I had to sneak away to the bathroom several times that night to get myself off. My clit was swollen and raw by the end of the night. The more painful it got, the harder I played with it. I imagined my hot 2nd cousin was the one rubbing me raw and I was only allowed to sit there and take it.
As I got up and looked around the room I noticed my clothes were taken from the floor. I could've either stayed in my room, safe from being spotted in the nude by strangers, or I could find Mistress and hopefully she would be pleased by my willingness. The answer was obvious. I approached the doorway carefully. I started to smell breakfast, and heard clanging pots and utensils.
Then I heard Mistress' booming voice across the house. "Dick-slut, go fetch our new little piggy and tell her if she doesn't come out and get her breakfast that she's going to spend the whole day in there."
"Yes, Mistress." Said a quiet, chipper voice.
I figured I should my make my way towards the kitchen. I could use this opportunity to explore this large house a bit. I walked into the window-lit hallway. I saw cars driving past down the road. I was close enough to the road so anyone looking in the large windows could see my fat, naked ass.
"What a fat bitch" is what I imagined passers-by were thinking to themselves. God, I'm so fucking horny already. I couldn't wait to see what Mistress had in store for me today. I came up to a door and slowly opened it. It seemed like a pretty standard bathroom at first. It was spacious and clean. There was a sink with a counter, a larger than normal toilet, a shower/tub, and what looked like a toilet seat on some sort of chair. It had a small cushion underneath, possibly for someone's head to rest. I wondered how much this thing was used. "Maybe one day Mistress will force me under it." I thought to myself.
I continued down the hall and came to a set of stairs that went down, towards the kitchen, I imagined. Perhaps I have a few more moments to look around. Just past the stairs there was a black door that stuck out from the others. This room must be special. A dungeon, perhaps? I slowly opened the door and poked my head inside. It was a bedroom. A beautiful bedroom with the most elegant decorations and furniture. "This must be Mistress Shauna's room" I thought.
The exact moment following that thought I felt my wrist being grabbed and I was spun around.
"You cannot be in here!" Said a skinny, perky-breasted woman with a massive cock. It was dick-slut. I almost didn't recognize her from last night. It was all a blur. I took a moment to look over this stunning woman. She was completely shaven. Her body was free of any hair besides her head. Her hair was very short an elegant. She reminded me a lot of Anne Hathaway in "Interstellar." In fact, she looked almost exactly like her. She had small, perky breasts with unusually long nipples. He breast meat was peppered with various marks and bruises. It looks as if they are regularly battered. Moving down from her breasts was a slim stomach and perfectly wide hips. She was maybe a half a foot taller than me, but also nearly half my weight. Her cock was the only masculine quality about her, but it also stuck out the most. It hung nearly to her knees. My guess is that it was about 13 inches and 2 inches in diameter, soft. Like her breasts, it was also covered in various marks and reminders of past torture. A ring piercing stuck out from the tip that entered her pee-hole, and came out the bottom of the head. I must've looked like an idiot, just staring at her with my mouth agape.
"Please! We need to get out of her room and go downstairs! I already got it hard last night for not cleaning her toilet well enough. I deserved my punishment, but I can't handle any more right now!" She seemed desperate as she pulled me out of the room and quietly closed the door.
"What the hell is taking so long, sluts?!" A voice boomed from downstairs.
"Please forgive us Mistress, we are coming right down!" Dick-slut yelled back; trying her best not to seem agitated or scared.
"Oh no! I'm going to get it now." She started to panic and tear up. "Please let's hurry so we won't get it too bad."
She quickly led me down the stairs and towards the kitchen. It was then I noticed her damaged backside. Purple streaks lay across her ass cheeks all the way down to the back of her knees. She walked gingerly because of her well used asshole. It was swollen and almost hung open. We entered the kitchen where our beautiful, amazon Mistress awaited us. The table was set with one plate that was filled with 3 pancakes, 6 strips of bacon, 5 sausage links, and 4 pieces of french toast. Everything on the plate was covered in syrup.
"Sit down and eat your food, pig." Mistress barked.
I hastily whined "b-but I can't eat all of that!" I immediately regretted my protest as Mistress stomped towards me. I started to stagger back.
"Please, I'm sorry mistress!" I begged.
She wound up and brought her hand across my left breast, nearly knocking me over. It was the hardest my tits were ever struck. I stood there in shock as Mistress looked down at me and pointed her finger at my face.
"There is a right and wrong way to address me, you fat, stupid pig. I only tell my sluts something once before they get punished. Next time will be worse. Do you understand?!" Mistress shouted.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry." I quickly replied with tears building in my eyes.
"Now sit the fuck down and eat all of it, piggy. I know you can. You've polished off plenty of meals this size, haven't you?" She asked, her voice becoming more furious.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I quickly replied, hoping to please her by thanking her. I didn't want to see her angry. All I want to do is please her.
"Good." She said, her voice calming slightly. She turned towards her more senior slave, looking to lash out. "Get in the film room, whore. Time to make some money. Get the black monster out and lube it up."
"Yes, Mistress." She replied, hoping to mask her fear and unwillingness. She quickly left the room and disappeared down a hallway where I heard a door open and shut. I wanted to know what was going to happen to her. I wanted to know what was in store for ME. I would have to be patient and do what I'm told until then. I didn't want to upset Mistress Shauna. I sat down and started to eat.
"Now you make sure and eat all of it. I'm going to take care of some business and will be back in a few minutes. You better not throw it out because I will be checking the garbage when I come back." She calmly instructed as I kept my eyes on my plate.
I replied "Yes, Mistress."
She left the kitchen and entered what I'm assuming was the same room as Dick-slut. I did my best to pace myself so I didn't fill up too quickly. But I also wanted to finish before mistress got back. I heard a "CRACK!" so loud it startled me, followed by a yelp. I heard it several times again in the period of a few minutes. After that I started to hear rhythmic whimpering, followed by the occasional "CRACK!" and Mistress barking inaudibly. I barely made out the words "faster" and "harder."
I managed to eat most of my food pretty quickly. "I am a fat pig..." I thought to myself. My curiosity go the better of me and I got up off my chair and tip-toed towards the room where they both entered. She must've been hasty about closing the door, since it was cracked open a few inches still. My eyes widened and my pussy juices started to flow down my leg. Mistress Shauna was standing there naked with a menacing bullwhip in her hand. She was standing next to a short table, but I couldn't see more than a piece of the table. I could hear a rhythmic thumping sound, accompanied by a wet, sloshy sound. My curiosity blinded me as I cracked it open even more. I almost came when I saw Dick-slut straddling the table with a very large, black dildo, about 14 inches long, disappearing into her asshole. Her back was facing me but I could hear the pain in her voice as she pleaded Mistress. Every time she pleaded, Mistress wound up and cracked the whip on her backside.
