CHAINS AND SCREAMS (DEVILLA-ROCHE AND BIMBO A LA BLONDE)

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.....Christy looked at her smart phone for the 10th time....fuck, Bill was late again! swearing to herself that if her boyfriend stood her up one more time, it would be time to look elsewhere for a relationship.
Not as if the 22 year old brunette beauty didn't receive her fair share of stares----her 38D tits, the dark brunette mane that ran halfway down her back, her upturned and tight ass and legs that were long and slender had caused at least one traffic accident----
Throwing away the empty starbucks cup, she gave her boyfriend 10 more minutes before she gave up and returned to her apartment.
A car came up alongside her and a male passenger stuck his head out of the window....."excuse me miss," he said smiling...."can you tell me where the nearest Walmart is?"
Christy came up to the window and the man showed her a gun....."get in and don't make a sound, bitch," he replied, whispering...."or it will be the last sound you'll make..."
She got in the back seat and before she had a chance to react, strong hands covered her face with a chemically laced cloth.....

Christy woke up in a long rectangular room.....it resembled a dry cleaning establishment with a long overhead metal beam, handcuffs suspended from overhead and at least a dozen girls with arms stretched overhead, their wrists secured to the cuffs. All of the girls, including Christy were naked and ballgagged.....they stood about 40 feet apart and were of all different....blondes, brunettes, raven haired, skinny, plump but all had the same thing in common....they were all here against their will, scared and trembling, the room filled with moans issuing from gagged mouths....
Christy watched helplessly as a slender blonde next to her was whipped because she didn't turn around and display her ass when told to....she made a mental note not to suffer the same fate...
It was her turn to be humiliated. A voice from somewhere, yet nowhere described her......."next we have a 22 year old very attractive slender brunette, recently acquired...she has no tattoos or blemishes....her tits are firm without sag and are size 38, perfect for breeding or forced lactation....."
The voice changed tone, obviously a different person......"make the slave turn around...."
Christy remembered the girl next to her and turned, her tight ass facing the large 2 way mirror.....she looked over at the man in the corner, halfway in the shadows carrying the whip....he motioned for her to turn back around....
"The bidding will now begin" the first voice announced. Although Christy couldn't hear the figures, she already knew what was happening and continued struggling, as if she could somehow release herself from the handcuffs overhead.....
 
In the inky shadows of the room, a blonde haired woman named Devilla Roche, took a last drag of her cigarette and then snuffed it out with her Jimmy Choo's....she took a good look at all the potential slaves at he auction, but one did catch her eye....

When Christy was being described by the gentleman, who was in charge of the auction, Devilla smiled to herself...she liked the heft and tautness of the young woman's tits, her pretty face, and the rest of her curvaceous body...Christy's alabaster skin was attractive as well...Devilla could look ahead in time and visualized having Christy in her dungeon....the thought of flogging and whipping would look very enticing against her milky-white skin...thoughts like these made Devilla purr in a low lustful tone...

As the bidding began, Devilla looked on as the girl struggled, something else that caught her attention....there was other things....Devilla liked the way she hung, something that she would enjoy a great deal should she be fortunate enough to place the winning bid....

Listening as the gentlemen rattled off numbers....
$3600, $3700, $3800, Do I hear $3900?

A man in a white suit raised his paddle....

$4000, $4100, $4200, $4300, Do I hear $4400? $4500?

Devilla raises her paddle....

$4500 from the beautiful lady in the back of the room. Do I hear $4600?
 
The man with the whip had been listening intentively through what looked like a Bluetooth, then started walking toward the girls....Christy watched as he approached, wondering if she was the one he was heading to. For a minute she breathed a sigh of relief through her nose when it looked like he was walking toward the blonde next to her, but instead headed straight for her.
Christy's breathing increased as he came up to her, reached for a remote in his pocket, pressed a button and the handcuffs lowered themselves from the overhead. "you've been bought, bitch," he growled as she was released. For a brief half second Christy considered escape, but it was short lived....the man took a set of plastic zip ties, secured her wrists behind her back and another around her waist, to which he added a rope. He half pulled, half dragged Christy to an adjoining room where she was bound to a chair, left gagged and her hands behind her back, waiting for her buyer.....
 
Devilla was escorted to the nondescript room where Christy was being kept...wearing her long sable fur coat, stood there for a moment until the man with the whip left the room...as she stood there in her very expensive black dress, in her seamed stockings, Devilla decided to approach the girl...at first she ran her fingers through her hair then touched her face with the gentleness of a dove, the soft sable fur brushed against the girl's cheek....Devilla smiled looking down at Christy and seemed to be very happy with her purchased...

In her smoldering voice.....
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Ms. Deviila Roche, and I am your mistress, which means that I own you. I will be taking some precautions during your transport to my estate, so do not think that escape is an option. You will find that I can be very fair, provided that you do as you are told. If you decide to misbehave, then things can get somewhat ~takes a breath~ ugly. Now, will you behave for me or will I need to get physical with you? Shake your head for me so that I know you understand what I have just said to you."
 
Background into Devilla's life....

Her father always said that Devilla was her mother’s daughter. He always said that with an edgy, sarcastic tone. Growing up, she did not understand what he meant by this phrase. It wasn’t until years later, after his mysterious death did Devilla come to understand what it meant.

Her mother was a peculiar person. She had odd habits. Was a bit of a collector of things. Actually she was quite the pack rat. Many of the items she collected were a bit unusual. The bone collection, which she made into jewelry, from time to time, was one of her favorites. There were also the taxidermy collection, from Devilla’s grandfather. Her mother especially enjoyed all the birds.
If you can imagine Morticia Addams from the Addams Family or Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, that was Devilla’s mother. She was tall and slender and beautiful. She always wore black. There was never a time that her mother wore any other color. With her creamy alabaster skin she looked eerily scary at times, but always beautiful.

The house that Devilla grew up in, and now own, was her grandfather’s house. Actually, it was originally his father’s house. He won the house in a game of poker from a man who made his fortune in railroads.

The manor house, named The Lace, was a four-hundred room house that sat on ten-thousand sprawling acres. It was named by Devilla’s great-grandmother, who was fond of anything made from lace. This was the Victorian era, and the architecture of The Lace reflected that. Inside, you could find something everywhere, and each room was replete with lace curtains and lace tabletops, ergo the manor’s name.

The Lace, therefore, was appropriate for her mother’s collections. Every room contained something. And yes, it seems that as her father stated, Devilla was her mother’s daughter as I too became fond of collecting.

From Devilla’s earliest years, she had dolls. As a child she had hundreds of them. As she grew older, so did her obsession with them. Even into adulthood she continued to collect them. At the same time, Devilla became very liberal in her approach to sex and her proclivities toward sex. Fetishes developed and, with each partner, with each experience, she became more daring and was willing to try almost anything.

When her mother died, The Lace was bequeathed to Devilla. And, as the sole living heir to the family fortune, so was a great deal of money.

Not too long after her mother’s death, Devilla had lucked upon a door in the basement that had been boarded up. After opening it up, she found something amazing. A myriad of rooms, actually cells, sort of like catacombs. There was more than one level. She could see that some odd things took place here, maybe even prior to her great-grandfather acquiring it. Devilla would later find this place useful.
 
Devilla's Background (Continued)

A few years after finding that dungeon in The Lace, a friend had introduced Devilla introduced to the world of bondage, of pain and of submission, of sadomasochistic things, of humiliation and the dehumanizing things that can be done to another human being for sexual gratification.

Devilla enjoyed such a world as this. She had many an orgasm from such experiences. Devilla was taught about all the various techniques, how to apply rope bondage to a slave, she learned the finer points of suspension bondage, and how to humiliate a slave. Over the years, Devilla found the sex to be most gratifying and slowly began her own collection off slaves. She found them in different places. Some wanted a mistress and were willing to legally give their lives up to worship Devilla 24/7/365.

Devilla realized that The Lace was perfect to explore this new world of BDSM. What with the size of the place and all the rooms that needed upkeep, Devilla’s hobby became the cornerstone of how she would live her life. The old dungeon could now be revived by Devilla, so she had it reconstructed and outfitted with all the necessary devices that would be of use to keeping and maintaining a slave collection. Ruling over sex slaves was most gratifying for her and she did it with a great amount of fervor.

Abduction was another way to obtain slaves. Devilla enjoyed the challenge of changing their lives. In some cases, she abducted men. In the end, they were feminized and trained and were unrecognizable from their male selves. No, they were women or very close to being women. In most cases, they worked as French maids in The Lace and helped Devilla maintain the house.

Now, it was time for a new slave to come to the The Lace. And, that is what has brought Devilla to this place, and to Christy today…
 
Christy had never felt so vulnerable and helpless....the man cinched the ropes tighter then got up and stood by her as a door opened....the chair was facing the door and a woman entered the room, immediately surveying her latest purchase. With the wave of her hand, the man bowed his head slightly and left the room, leaving only the bound and gagged Christy and the woman.
Christy looked at her.....tall, slender, impeccably dressed with her hair up and wearing an obviously expensive dress and mink coat, this was a woman of means. She trembled as the woman approached and touched her, lightly tugging at her binds...despite nodding her head in agreement to the woman's instructions, she was still being held against her will and no intention of submitting......she had to show that she was not some submissive 'Barbie doll'......
The man again entered the room, bringing a bikini top and bottom and after untying g the girl, thew it to her. "put these on, slave," he growled...."can't let you be seen nude outside, can we?"
between the man standing there with the whip and the woman, Christy knew there was no chance of escape----not yet, anyway---and proceeded to put on the bikini. THe man judged her bottom size perfectly, but either because of the cut of the material or an incorrect guess of he size, the top bare contained the girl's size 38 breasts. With the woman following behind, the man took her by the arm, out the door to a waiting stretch limo, opened the door and motioned for her to get inside. Once in, he made her lay on her belly on the floor, tied her legs together and her hands behind her back, her balgag still in place.
"she's all yours," the man said....holding the door for the woman to enter, he closed it and waved as they drove away.....
 
As Sheridan, Devilla's driver, drove away from the curb, Devilla herself took out her purse, and put some red lipstick on...she did it sexily and pursed her lips...placing the tube back in her small black pocketbook....she looked out of the window and watched the large buildings go by, until they were over the bridge and now entered the highway...

Devilla could hear the moans coming from Christy as she tried to break free of her bonds...this only made Devilla smile and purr....

In her lustful, low voice....
"Ah, you are a feisty one aren't you? I like that. I see that you are going to be a bit of a challenge for me. I like that too."

Devilla stretched out her legs and placed her feet on Christy's mostly bare backside....
"Umm, very soft, yet muscular. I see you've been keeping up your exercises, staying fit. That's always good. I'd let you speak, but I'm afraid that you might bite me. Luckily, we will be spending lots of time together and in doing so, you will come to respect me; even worship me."

Christy grumbles at this....

Again with that lustful voice...
"Don't worry, you'll have lots of time to change your attitude. Lots of time."
 
After the long trip, now far from the city, nestled between the rolling hills of the countryside on a bluff, is The Lace....Sheridan makes her way to the main entrance where Devilla is dropped off....

To Christy...
"Sweety, I must be dropped off here. It is not becoming of a woman with my wealth and breeding to enter from the service entrance. That is where Sheridan will be taking you."

Moments later....

Two large women, very fit and muscular come to the limo, where Sheridan opens the door with a smile....the two minions of Devilla's easily removes Christy from the car.....upon entering, Christy is brought to a special room, where she is washed down in a cold shower, soaped, and then powdered like an inmate coming to a federal prison....she's feisty, but still roped and her bikini is now removed...

In a room next door is a table....the minions tie her to it, legs opened up and tied to each table leg....she is held down...by one minion, while the other pulls down her pants...turns out that these minions are half woman-half men, tits on the top and big dicks on the bottom...

The first minion, who has long blonde hair comes from behind and waste's no time plunging her cock into Christy's pussy....
 
As Christy struggles with the ropes, she looks up to see the woman sipping champagne and glancing out the smoked dark window....she barely acknowledges the bound and gagged figure writing on the floor...
The limo finally comes to a stop and the woman leaves, the door closes leaving Christy to continue her struggling until it comes to a second stop and the door again opens.....a pair of women enter, the size of which she had never seen....god, these two were BIG!.....one holds her down on the flor whikle the other unties her ankles, leaving her arms bound then takes the rope and re ties her just above her knees, binding her enough so she could walk with difficulty but very hard to run...
She is taken to a shower room, because that was literally all that was in the room.....
once clean, Christy was dragged into another room with only a table as the only furniture. the captive is thrusted onto the table and quickly tied spreadeagle.....Christy tries to struggle but it was useless, and before long her arms and legs were bound apart....her gag still in place, she turns her head side to side with an emphatic NO as she stares.....women with cocks or men with tits, she wasn't sure, and certainly didn't want to know....her mind is screaming, 'NO!.....NO!...."
She lets out a loud muffled groan of protest as the first hermaphrodite slams his massive cock into her dry tight cunt.....Christy does all she can to stop the invading cock, using all the muscles she had, trying in desperation to push and somehow block the 'man?' from raping her.....
'UUUUUUMPH!!!!.....UUUUUUUUMPH!!!!" .....her ankles hurt as she pulls frantically at the ropes holding her apart, her pussy so wide open and accessible, her ample tits swaying as the raping continues....tears from her eyes and saliva dripping from her gag, she stares and sees the other figure, rubbing "his' trousers.....her ass slides up and down as the first one shoves his member deeper inside, the searing pain of sex while dry making her scream yet again....
 
The second minion, with the long black wavy hair, and who pays no attention to Christy's cries, pulls out something from a drawer in the table...it is a whitehead mouth gag...in her expert way, as she removes the ball gag, she attaches the whitehead mouth gag...she needs to slap Christy hard in the face in order to get the gag on correctly...when she does, the black haired minion clicks the ratchet and Christy's mouth is forced open....

In her gravely voice the minion says...
"Now we can have some fun with that mouth of yours."

Smiling, the minion takes down her pants and panties and takes her hard cock and shoves it completely down Christy's throat...she gags reflexively, but because of the whitehead gag, there is no way in hell that she can bite off the minion 's dick off....

Meanwhile, the blonde haired minion has buried her cock very deep into Christy's anal tract...her movement is hard and relentless...the two go at it for what seems like an hour...they come not once, not twice, but have had several orgasms....Christy looks spent and has lost a great deal of energy....besides, her anus is red with pain...her ass is burning from repeated slaps of her ass cheeks...

After her raping, she is unbound and dragged back into the showers once again....then they bring her to cell number 13...

Christy is shackled between her ankles with a 30" spreader bar, and the same is done with her wrists....two long bars go across the cell - one is about 36" off the floor and the other one is about 9 1/2' off the floor...Christy, with the whitehead gag, which is still in her mouth is raised up by both minions and is shackled to the lower and upper bars...suspended in the air, so to speak, she just hangs there....

The aroma of cigarette smoke fills the air and Devilla quietly enters the cell....
 
While Christy struggles and moans, her raping doesn't stop....trying to mentally dissociate herself from what's happening, she watches the other person as he/she brings over a strange looking, torturous looking device...as she gets the ballgag removed, she barely has time to gasp for air when her face is slapped, not once but multiple times....before she can have a chance to scream, suddenly a different kind of gag is fastened in her mouth and secured, forcing her mouth open and making it impossible to shut it.....
THe raven haired assailant drop 'her' pants and shorts, revealing a large throbbing cock...Christy struggles, trying hard to thrust her face away from being face fucked....there's nothing she could do to prevent an oral raping, gagging as the cock is forced down her mouth and throat......
At the same time, the other assailant, a blonde separated her tight ass cheeks and with a lunge, violated her with one thrust....unable to scream, all Christy could do is gurgle and moan...."AAAAARRRRGH!!!!!"...
Christy wasn't a vaginal virgin, but she certainly was an anal one....her boyfriend had tried unsuccessfuly to have anal sex with her but she had always begged and pleaded her way out of it, even resorting to threats of leaving him if he persisted. This time however, she had no choice.....the pain of penetration was unbelievable, searing from the second the blonde penetrated past her puckered rosebud.....her body rocked back and forth on the table as she was violated from both ends.....straining at the ropes, her ankles and wrists turning color from her useless fighting....
She was forced to swallow the raven haired assailant's cum as she groaned, sending seed down her throat.....within minutes the other had deposited an equal load deep in her ass.......once they finished with her, she laid there exhausted, cum dripping from both her ass and her mouth.....she was used, humiliated and degraded and felt every inch of it.....
The showering afterwards did little to erase the feeling of cheapness, like a prostitute without payment......her ass hurt and the open mouth gag was left in place...
dragged into a cage like cell, Christy didn't think anything else could be done to her, but she was sadly mistaken...she stared as her ankles and wrists were spread apart, overhead bars keeping her suspended off the floor.....once her strength returned she began struggling, the clanking sounds of chains and shackles as she fought.....
 
In her lustful tone...
"Umm, I was right about you. Very feisty."

Out of the dark comes Devilla...this time she is in full mistress regalia...the corset, which barely covers her ample 36DD breasts...her garters which lead to the wide lace welt of her seamed stockings, and down to her 6" high stilettoes....black, silk gloves cover her hands all the way to her biceps...

This time, she wears a long, thick blue fox coat as it is quite cold down in the dungeons...besides, Devilla just adores her fur coats.....

Devilla is a very attractive woman, what with her long wavy, blonde hair, her slightly tanned skin, which seems to have no blemishes at all, she is definitely a looker by both men and women... her pouty lips and ample breasts, with their deep cleavage make her very desirable....and her body is quite curvaceous....somehow she embodies perfection...it could be the way she is, the way she lives her life...there is a lot of order and she looks for perfection in others, especially in her slaves....

Again in her lustful voice Devilla approaches Christy...
"I see my two ladies over here have done a wonderful job at raping you. I suppose we could dispense with that, but their violating your body is an initial reminder that your life is now with me and you continue to be incarcerated against your will."

Devilla takes a drag of her cigarette and blows it out, filling the cell with plumes of bluish smoke....

One of the minions hands Devilla something, but first she touches Christy's thighs with her gloved hands...then her inner thighs, taking the girl from her anger to calming her down and making her moan...

"Yes you have very fit legs, very nice indeed. As a matter-of-fact, your whole body is quite fit. I like that too. I'll make sure you stay that way, believe me."

Then Devilla softly massages her pussy...
"This is very lovely too."

~massages, massages, massages~

"Too bad I'm going to have to put it away for a while."

Devilla has a tube in her hand.....it is lubricant...she applies some in and around her pussy then walks around to her backside...she motions to the minions, who lower the long bar, bending Christy forward....Devilla puts the tube at her rosebud and squeezes...the cold lubricant goes in her anal tract....then she motions again and her minions put on the chastity device, which has a thick anal plug and dildo attached to it...the dildo inserts easily into Christy's pussy, and the dildo into her anus, which is red and swollen from just moments before....

Devilla has her the bar reset so Christy is standing, but still hanging....

"Now, I want you to enjoy the rest of the night. Get some sleep and think about your situation. Escape is an impossibility. The only way you move up around here is to do as you are told. Misbehave and you will be punished."

Devilla takes a last drag then snuffs out her cigarette with her stilettos...

"I will return in the morning. Your training starts tomorrow."

Devilla leaves, and the minions blow out the torches in the cell."

The metal bars from the cell door close and the tumbler in the locking mechanism echoes in the air...Christy is left to hang and think about things for a while until she can go to sleep.....
 
Christy howls and moans in the empty cell until the door opens and a woman enters....it's the one they call Mistress Devilla, and also the one that bought her. Christy stil refuses to accept her fate....no one buys a human being, and she certainly is not going to go along with this sadistic charade!
She was right....she suspected the raping she endured wasn't for it's own sake or meant as somehow rewarding those two 'ladies', as this woman called them...it was meant to show that this woman could do anything she wanted to her and that Christy's body no longer was her own......
She trembles and moans through the open mouth gag as the woman lightly grazes her inner thigh, dangerously close to her wide open and exposed pussy.....after her raping, her entire lower torso was extremely sensitive, and both captor and captive knew it....a finger comes closer to her cunt....closer...closer....rubbing her labia.....Christy moans louder and struggles harder.....suddenly something cold is applied to her cunt, and Christy looks down to see the woman rubbing it around her folds and just inside....WHAT IS SHE UP TO???
Her upper torso begins to lower as the bar overhead is pulled down by the two 'ladies', although her wrists are still firmly attached, causing her to bend over slightly....Christy tries to follow the woman but she steps behind her and she feels the same wet coldness around the base of her asshole and then a finger just barely pops through.....
One of her assailants bring over a metal device....it looks almost like a guy's 'jock strap' but then again, deviously different....Christy stares as it's unlocked and opened at the rear and it's only then she realizes what it truly is......she seen one in a picture in one of her boyfriend's porno magazines but never thought they were for real.....HOLY SHIT, IT'S A CHASTITY BELT!!!
Christy pulls hard against her restraints, trying desperately to keep her holes out of the way from the two long wide plugs molded inside the belt, but it was impossible.....she moaned as she felt the plug and dildo slip easily into her cunt and ass, then the metal padded frame work around her waist and the click as it was locked in place. One of the 'ladies' gave the woman the key and they both left, leaving only the woman and her captive. The overhead bar is set again so that Christy is again straight up but her feet are touching.......
Christy is then left alone, the door closes and the room becomes dark.....she is going to be left like this overnight, arms and legs shackled apart, gag in place and now her pussy and ass locked away.
She can feel the twin invaders in her body, neither of them giving her any pleasure....after some more fruitless struggling, Christy finally gives up and cries. Realizing finally the hoplessness of her situation, she knows there is no way to escape...
 
The next morning...

As per usual, Devilla decides to wear her fur coat - this time mink...

One of her minions are with her...and she has a leather flogger in her right hand....when the door to cell #13 opens up, Devilla wastes no time and gets behind Christy....blow by blow by blow, Devilla flogs the girl's ass very hard, and then the back of her legs, leaving red blemishes behind...

~thwap~
~thwap~
~thwap~
~thwap~
~thwap~
~thwap~

Christy fills the air with her struggled howls and this is music to Devilla's ears...

The minion lights the two torches in the room and with the arrival of the second minion, Christy is bent over again (there is no doubt, that when this action is done to her, both the dildo and plug move inside of her anus and pussy)...

In her nonchalant way as if this is at all normal...
"Put the feedbag on her."

The minions take off the whitehead gag and take, literally, a leather feedbag that a horse would wear to be fed...there is something warm inside...before Christy protests, Devilla pushes the bag into her face...

Grinning with that crooked, evil smile.....
"Time for your oatmeal. Better eat up young lady, this may be the only meal you have all day."
 
Christy hears the sounds of footsteps approaching....she hadn't slept more than an hour, if that....between the gag, the protrusions in her body and the shackles, it didn't give her much rest....
THe woman enters the room along with her two 'ladies'....
THe first thing she is awaken to is multiple strikes on her body with a leather coated implement.....it hurts and stings, strikes against the rear end of the belt sending the plug even deeper in side, strikes on her ass cheeks and thighs hurt like hel;, and she cries out and screams through the gag.....
"AAAARRRRRRGH!!!!.....AAAAAARRRRGH!!!!"
Christy is bent over, the spreaderbars still holdin g her arms and ankles apart but the upper bar is lowered enough so she is bent over almost to her knees....she could feel both the plug and dildo rubbing tightly up against her membranes, resulting in unusual sensations.....
The second the gag comes off, Christy tries to scream....."HEELL----UUUUUUUMPH!!!!" as some kind of leather bag filled with something wet is quickly shoved up against her mouth, straps adjusted around her to keep it in place....it tasted like some kind of oatmeal.....as much as she didn't want it, she was in fact ravenous and between her hunger and the mink clad woman's urging, she began to eat.....
 
Smooshing the feedbag into Christy's face, Devilla enjoys the humiliation, even feeds on it as the new slave finishes her oatmeal...the blonde minion hands Devilla a cloth towel while Devilla herself removes the feedbag and hands it over to the minion....

Devilla enjoys what she has done to girl, making her eat like an animal and now seeing her face caked up in oatmeal...

With a nonchalant tone and a smile Devilla says...
"Hope you don't mind me cleaning your face seeing as you can't do it yourself."

Christy is about to protest, but Devilla beats her to it...
"Ahh, ahh ahh. Lets be careful what we say. I know your angry with me right now and quite frankly I don't quite care. Show me your anger, raise your voice to me and I will be forced to do terrible things to you."

Devilla turns to the black haired minion, motioning for something...it is a cigarette....the minion places it in Devilla's mouth and lights it...Devilla takes a drag and blows the smoke in the air....

Devilla continues her diatribe....
"And when I say terrible, I mean even worst than you have been treated by me already. And believe me it can get a lot worst. Now, we are going to cooperate with me or shall I torture you for the remainder of the day?"
 
Christy does indeed feel humiliated....bad enough she is left naked, raped and sodomized by these two 'ladies', and now forced to survive by being treated like a horse.....bent over to eat, she can feel both her holes stuffed, and while others may very well enjoy the sensation, she does not....before all this, Christy was just as strong willed as this woman claiming to be her 'owner'----another aspect of all this she finds difficult to accept---but everything she has done to her had begun to break her.
Her arms weak from suspension, her head down....."I-I-I-I'll cooperate with you," Christy stammers.....
 
Takes a drag and exhales...the billowing bluish smoke blows across the cell...Devilla smiles fiendishly, happy as to the girl's fate being sealed by her own words....

"Ahh, Christy, such a wise choice. You'll find that you have saved yourself from such agony. I would have hate to think that I'd have to do something drastic to you so soon after purchasing you. Besides, how would you look if I had to have one of your fingers removed?"

Devilla takes another drag then stomps out her cigarette...

To the minions....
"Take her down and remove the top spreader bar. Leave the bottom one on. Escort Christy to Room B. I'll be there waiting for you."

The minions do as they are told and remove Christy from the horizontal bars and bring her down to the cell floor...then they remove the top bar...Christy is picked up by the blonde minion like a piece of meat and placed over the minion's shoulder....they march off and in no time arrive at Room B....once inside, the cell like existence is left behind and they are now in a furnished place, heated with walls and a floor and artificial lighting...their are many rooms and it somehow resembles a salon, but also a wardrobe room...clothes hang everywhere, shoes, boots as far as the eye can see....Devilla has found a tailor's tape measure and she motions for Christy to stp forward....

"Come her Christy. Let me measure you."

Devilla has her fur coat off and is again a sight to see...so beautiful, so gorgeous....

"First, we measure here."

Devilla measures above Christy's bust....

"Then we measure here."

She measures below Christy's 38D bust....

"And then we measure here."

Devilla measures around her waist....

"And then here."

Christy is measured just above her hips...

"All right, lets see what we have for you."

Rummages through some clothes....
"Here we are!"

Devilla presents the red, over the breast steampunk corset to Christy....

"This will be your new corset to wear. ~smiling~ Turn around my dear, so I can put this on you."
 
The freightened Christy knew well already that this woman was perfectly capable of going through with her threats.....she stood still after the top bar was released, looking down at the spreaderbar still intact and keeping her ankles wide apart. Obviously wth her ankles still restrained there was no chance on her running...
One of the 'ladies' literally took her off the ground in a fireman's carry, bringing her into a more civilized room...it looked more like an oversized clothes closet, but far better than the cell, so she was thankful for that anyway....Christy knew it would be useless to yell for help without the benefit of mobility, so she stayed silent. There in the room stood her Mistress, just taking off her fur coat and now standing there with her legs apart in a stance that screamed dominance......
Christy had to admit, gazing at her as she came in.....she was indeed attractive, even from a woman's view...long slender legs, flawless skin and upturned tits....she just had to gaze for a moment before wondering why she was brought in here.....upon the woman's demands for her to come to her, Christy wobbled over, the spreaderbar making her walk look almost comical.
She stood before the woman, silent and trembling....to her relief the woman took a cloth tape measure and began recording Christy's measurements.....
When she was done, the woman brought out a beautiful, gothic looking corset.....it was just as hard to turn around with a spreaderbar as it was to walk, but she managed and had to confess to herself it did feel good to finally wear something, even if panties were not included.....
 
Devilla placed the garment around the girl and began to take the lace strings and run them through each of the eighteen pairs of metal eyelets....as she descended from one pair to the next, the corset tightened more and more....when it came time to tie the lace strings, Devilla pulled hard...even to the point of placing her knee into Christy's backside...even though Devilla heard her gentle cries, the corset was on...and it was time for the next article of clothing....

Smiling...
"You look fabulous my dear, but there is more."

Devilla grabs a matching neck corset, it has strong boning and does not go over the chin and does not cover the mouth....

"This is called a neck corset. You will grow to love it I assure you."

Without any hesitance, Devilla wraps it around Christy's neck and, as with the corset around her waist, the lace is tied up strong....now her head looks forward and her posture is perfectly straight....

"Lets place you in front of the mirror shall we?"

With Devilla's help, she is now in front of three-way standing garment mirror...

"You look divine, I must say. Now, posture and manners are everything to me. You will learn. You have no choice, but you will learn. I am also giving you the luxury to speak so do answer my question. How do you feel?"
 
Christy remained motionless and silent as the woman tightened the straps of this cocoon-like corset. It looked like one of those fancy numbers you would find in a Fredericks of Hollywood lingerie shop, the kind if clothing girls giggled about but would never dare to wear.
She let out a soft cry as the last of the ties were cinched down...the top was shelved, meaning it held her tits up and left the top of them exposed including her magnificent cleavage but concealed her nipples. Another piece of reinforced fabric was then wrapped around her neck with the same material and color....
maneuvered in front of a large mirror, her ankles making clinking noises as she was turned around still wearing the spreaderbar, captor and captive looked at themselves, the woman's face showing she obviously liked the look of her creation.....
"I-I-I_I.....think it's beautiful," Christy said honestly.....in truth, she did look elegant and breathtaking and completely forgot about the fact that she was bottomless....she was however still aware of the ankle restraint and just for a moment pondered the idea of an escape attempt once her feet were released......
 
Now Devilla sits her down on a velour covered ottoman chair....
"I will be right back my dear. Don't move."

The minions are nearby and watch the slave anyway, so she is going nowhere....

Devilla returns with 12" black ballet heels....

In her lustful tone...
"These, these are known as ballet heeled shoes. Twelve inches high, it will prop you up very high. There will be pain in your calves. You will learn that life as a slave, as my slave is pain and humiliation. Yes, YOU will learn."

Devilla grabs her right foot and puts the shoe on....the lace is done as tightly as the corset....a strap goes across the shoe at the top, above Christy's ankle and a hasp closes....Devilla grabs a small padlock and ~ click ~ puts it on...she does the same with the other shoe and then stands the girl up and undoes the bar between her lower legs....

Christy teeters on the shoes....

Devilla claps her hands....the minions come over and straddle Christy and hold her up...

"Take her back outside and walk her up and down the cell corridor a few times."

Devilla puts her fur coat back on, walks to the doorway of the comfortable suite and watches....
"Now Christy, one foot in front of the other. Pace yourself. Think music tempo. Concentrate. You can't look down. Keep your knees stiff."
 
Christy stands motionless, looking only for a moment at the two 'ladies' watching her. She remembered every sadistic act they did to her and had no desire to repeat any of it, so she didn't move....
When the woman returned she had a pair of high heels, the heel length a size she'd never seen before, and Christy fancied herself to own quite a few pairs. These were LONG!....holy shit, could people actually walk in those things??
As the woman grasps her right foot, the height of the heel made her raise her legs up high....she stares down as she sees a small lock securing the shoe to her foot. What the hell?....LOCKED ON HER LEGS?....once both were put on she is told to stand, and right away almost plummets to the floor, her feet swaying to and fro as she tried to gain an upright stance. She saw the woman's assistants approaching and for a brief second thought they would be taking second cracks at her, but was relieved to see them help her up, the sound of clacking on the floor as she tried to stand.....it was like walking on stilts.....
She listened attentively to the woman's instructions as she walked---or more like strutted--up and down the length of the corridor, assisted by the Lady's helpers. After a while they let go of her but kept next to her as she started successfully walking unassisted.....Christy wasn't short by female standards before the heels---5'6".....why did she want her to stand so tall?
 
Devilla claps her hands excitedly....
"Bravo! Bravo! You are doing so well my dear. So well, yes indeed."

Devilla pulls out a small remote control device....
"Now let see how well you handle walking in those wonderful shoes while feeling this."

With a giggle, Devilla press a button...it transmits wireless via a Bluetooth to the chastity device that she now wears.....suddenly, the dildo in her pussy and the plug in her anus vibrate at a very low vibration....

"Ladies make sure Christy keeps walking."

To Christy...
"Now Christy, try not to fall. I want you standing up nice and straight. To see a slave of mine bending over is not where I want you to be."
 
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