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	The following story may involve explicit sexual descriptions.
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	I am not offended by the description of sexually explicit 
	scenes or the description of alternative sexual lifestyles
	and I do not consider such material to be obscene.
	I am 21 or older.
	The above material is not illegal under the standards of 
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	This story is offered as an insight into current social mores
	and is not intended for prurient purposes.
	
	Author: Unknown
	

     Her instructions had been quite explicit, to exit the bus and walk
down the side street to the Shell station that was in view two blocks
away. In the alley behind the station I found five cars parked in the
shadows where she had directed me to go. I hesitantly pulled out the
key she had mailed to me. As she had instructed, I began trying it in the
trunk locks of the cars, it opened the trunk of the fourth car I tried it
on. The car had no plates on it. She had told me to find the car trunk
the key went to, open it, get in and then close it tight, leaving the key in
the lock. My heart raced as I stood there looking around, but nobody
was in sight. I knew that my life would never be the same if I did what
she had commanded, but I was unable to defy her. So I sat down in the
trunk, placed the painted divers' mask on my head as she had
ordered, laid down inside and closed the lid. As the lock clicked tight I
panicked, and wanted to scream out, but I was scared stiff and couldn't
utter a sound. I laid there terrified about what I had done. It seemed
like an hour, I was so scared, but shortly thereafter I heard the click of
a woman's high heels approaching, the key being pulled from the lock,
then the sound of tags being placed on the vehicle. Finally I heard the
car door open and close. The engine roared to life, then the auto pulled
away and had begun to move through the alley as I heard a woman's
voice state unsympathetically "We're glad you came slave." For about
two hours she drove along freeways and winding roads until we arrived
at our destination. The car stopped, and except for the sound of
crickets there was complete silence. The driver's door opened, then I
heard the woman ask, "Do you have the mask on?" "Yes" I replied. She
then told me to lie facing the back seat, and to put my hands behind my
back which I did. The trunk lid opened, and a pair of handcuffs were
placed on my wrists, securing them behind my back. Then three women
pulled me from the trunk and stood me on my feet. Two of the women
led me away through the cool night air by the arms, and shortly before
we entered a house I heard the automobile's engine start, then the
sound of the woman driving away.

     Once inside the house, I was led down a long flight of concrete
steps to a basement deep below the house. My wrists were then freed
from the handcuffs, and I was told to remove the mask. I found myself
in a very large, windowless, dank basement, dark except for a candle
burning in the corner where I had been brought. Before I could look
around fully, I was told to remove my clothes. It was quite humiliating
to see that the "women" who were attending to me were in fact young
girls, about twenty years of age. After I had removed my clothes, I
noticed that near my feet a two-foot length of heavy chain extended
from the floor, the remainder of it having been encased in the solid
concrete floor. Then out of the darkness appeared a tall, very muscular,
well-built woman in thigh boots. She held a ring-like metal contraption
in one hand, a long leather whip and a long, fat strap-on dildo in the
other. The sight of this whipmistress terrified me, I could not suppress
my trembling. She instructed me to step over to, and straddle the chain
on the floor, put my hands on the back of my head and not to remove
them for any reason, and to lower my eyes to the floor. I did so
immediately. One of the young girls then stepped up to me, placed one
palm on my chest to steady me, tightly grasped my testicles in her other
hand, then said "Don't move your hands!" to me as she yanked
downward on my balls viciously. I let out a gasp and a loud
whimpering groan as she brought me to my knees unceremoniously.
"Did that hurt?" she asked, as the other girl moved around behind me. I
was too scared and humiliated to answer, so I just knelt there sobbing.
The two girls then began to manipulate the device that the woman had
handed to them. They placed it about my neck, as I realized that it was
a steel collar with cuffs chained to it which they fastened firmly about
my neck and wrists. The wrist cuffs were each attached to the collar by
a foot of chain so that my hands were restricted to the vicinity of my
mouth and face. I was powerless to escape from the fetters. I again
bowed my head and began to tremble in anticipation of the
mortification that was to come. "I want you to beg me to release you"
the taller of the young girls said to me. I stammered, unable to say
anything. "You have disobeyed me" she sneered. "Look at me!" she
directed. When I did look up, she was wearing the dildo, tying her
beautiful, flowing hair back as the other girl rubbed lubricant on the
head and shaft of her perennial erection. It was strapped firmly onto her
vibrant, athletic body.

     I began to proffer pleadings, but was too scared to make any sense.
"You need discipline" she decreed as she reached down and fed one
end of her heavy leather leash through the ring at the front of my collar.
She paired the ends together, doubling it up lengthwise, then tugged in
it, dragging me over to the "rape chair." She pulled me up onto the
metal frame, and securely tied the leash off, out of my reach. I was
forced into a wide-open position on the frame, only able to grasp a hold
of a rung near my forehead as I tried to relieve the pull of the collar on
my neck. The girls then pulled my knees up toward my chest and
suspended me with heavy straps under my thighs, designed to keep me
off balance and immobile. Finally they brought my ankles even further
forward and secured them, my feet unable to contact anything. Perched
in this "doggie style" position, I was helplessly vulnerable. "You are
here until you learn to obey unerringly and without hesitation" the tall
girl specified. The other young girl then produced a gag and fitted it to
my head, pulling its straps so tight that my mouth was completely
sealed. "You will not be released until then" the girl added. The next
thing I knew a bridle was being attached to the ring on the rear of the
collar, then left lying across my back. I felt the girl grab hold of my ass
cheeks and pull them apart as the head of her dildo touched my rear
orifice. She then firmly grasped my hips in her hands and mounted me
with a powerful thrust, driving her stiff, fat, 10" long rubber cock up
my virgin hole in one savage, penetrating stroke. My eyes bulged out,
and I let out a muffled whimper as I jerked helplessly about, in a futile
attempt to escape. She continued to unmercifully and energetically
hammer my hole, bringing her lithe pelvis in contact with my buttocks
with almost every thrust as she kept a taunt grip on the bridle from my
collar. I noticed that there were now eight women and girls standing
about, observing my predicament which entertained them.

     When a fourth woman had finished raping me for the pleasure and
entertainment of the other ladies, she removed me from the frame and
dragged me back to where I had been collared. There the whipmistress
grasped the lock that looped through the last link of the two feet of
chain stretching from the floor. In one fell swoop she laced it through
the ring on the front of my collar and snapped it shut. I was left lying
on the floor blithering and whimpering. I was sobbing in delusional
agony at the dilemma I was facing. Then I felt a girl attaching a leather
cuff to each of my ankles. A spreader bar was lowered from the ceiling,
then the whipmistress attached one end of the bar to one of the ankle
cuffs. She and the girl then forcibly spread my legs painfully wide as the
whipmistress attached the other ankle cuff to the opposite end of the
lengthy spreader bar, leaving my feet and butt suspended in the air. The
whipmistress then began to whip my buttocks freely. I struggled against
the lashes, but to no avail. I couldn't avoid them, and I couldn't plead
for mercy through the tight gag. I was completely at her mercy, and
there was none. She ordered me to shut up and quit resisting, but I
couldn't, so she just whipped me harder and harder and harder and
harder, until my ass was covered with stinging, burning welts. I could
no longer see because tears were flowing from my eyes like a river and
my voice was nothing but muffled, whimpering garbles. The whipping
had ceased for a couple of minutes when one of the other women came
up and addressed the whipmistress, "May I borrow your slave for a
while, I need to teach him something." This other woman then flipped
me over, positioning me so that I was face up, back on the floor, with
my ankles hanging from the spreader bar. Then she produced a shocker
and applied it to my penis and pressed the switch. My body convulsed
in agony with the application of the powerful jolt. I reached out
frantically to stop her, but my hands could only move to the middle of
my chest. My head thrashed from side to side as I went temporarily
insane at this incredible torture, but there was nothing I could do to
thwart her entertainment. She looked down at my protruding eyes and
frantic face and smiled as she said, "Look he enjoys this." With that she
held the head of my cock in the fingertips of her free hand then pushed
and held the switch on again as she ran the electrodes up and down the
length of my penis. Then she clutched the base of my penis in her hand
and held the switch on again as she ran the sparking electrodes back
and forth across the head of my penis repeatedly as I thrashed about.
When she stopped, I was gasping, and writhing in pain from the
excruciating shocks. She lowered my feet to the floor, then sarcastically
stated "Don't go away, I'll be right back", as she disappeared into the
darkness. While she was gone, another of the women picked up the
candle from the table and approached me with it. She knelt down and
grasped my penis with her free hand and inverted the burning
candlestick, causing it to flame up. The hot wax began to drip rapidly
from the enlarged flame. She held the tip of the dripping candle over
the head of my punished cock and rotated the candle in her hand to
make the flow of dripping wax maximize. Once she had coated the top
of my cockhead, she bent my penis back and dripped the searingly hot
wax over my glans, enjoying the suffering she was subjecting me to.

     A couple of minutes later she reappeared out of the darkness with a
plate, large baby bottle and a riding crop. She removed the gag from
my mouth, released my ankles from the spreader bar and asked me
"Would you like for me to massage your cock with that shocker
again?" "NO, NO, PLEASE!" I exclaimed, begging her not to use it on
me again, my voice warbling, tears profusely streaming from my eyes.
"Then you will need to learn to obey me" she said. "I never disobeyed
you Mistress!" I exclaimed. "You had better obey me without question
in the future" she said. "Yes ma'am" I concurred. She handed the plate
to me and said, "I need to take a shit and I want all of it on this plate.
Do you understand?" she asked. I lowered my head and nodded
obediently. The other women gathered around to watch the spectacle.
She turned around and hiked her skirt, revealing her bare buttocks, then
squatted right in front of me, over the plate I was holding. "Are you
ready Toilet?" she asked. "YYY...Yes Mistress" I replied. I held the
plate beneath her, watching her anus open up as she let out a sigh of
relief and delivered a fat, long, hard, chunky slab of her warm "fudge"
onto the plate I was holding. After a few seconds she told me to put the
plate down. Then she raised up a bit and said, "Pull my cheeks apart
and lick my asshole clean." I struggled against my wrist restraints to
gently separate her cheeks so I could lick her butthole clean. Then I
gently released her cheeks and bowed my head as she stood up and
dropped her skirt. She turned around, then I felt the sharp, powerful
sting of the crop against the side of my face which made tears well up
in my eyes immediately. I trembled as she asked, "Don't you know how
to show appreciation for being granted the privilege of licking my
asshole clean?". "YYY...Yes ma'am" I stammered as I tried to keep
from weeping openly. Then she used the end of the crop under my chin
to lift my head up until I was looking her straight in the eyes, through
my tears, as she asked, "Why didn't you lick my asshole out instead of
just licking my cheeks clean?" I knelt there too scared to respond. She
continued, "When you have the honor and privilege of using your
tongue as a woman's wipe you had better learn to dive it deep into her
and lick and suck her hole completely clean before you kiss her cheeks
clean." "Yes Mistress" I proffered, afraid to say another word as the
other women stood there giggling among themselves. "Hold that plate
in your hands" she ordered. I struggled to lean over and pick it up
without further hesitation, my hands tethered only a foot from my chin.
"NOW EAT IT!" she exclaimed! I trembled at the thought. "OPEN
YOUR MOUTH" she ordered as she nudged my head forward with her
crop, pushing my agape lips right to the surface of her delicacy on the
plate. "TAKE A BIG BITE" she directed. My tongue slipped between
it and the plate, lifting it up and guiding it past my lips and into my
mouth until I possessed a mouthful and could take no more. Then I bit
through the chunky slab and closed my lips. She then used the crop
under my chin to push my head back, and then around, so that I was
looking up at all the women there as she said, "Chew with your mouth
closed and don't stop until I tell you to!" I dutifully obeyed, chewing
her chunky present into a soft mush for what must have been five
minutes. Then she stood in front of me, playing with the shocker she
had so earnestly tortured me with, and gave her harshest order yet.
"SWALLOW IT TOILET!" she demanded to the accompaniment of
giggles and laughter from the other women. I had no choice but to
flush her shit down my throat into my stomach. Tears of humiliation
and shame flooded my eyes and my body trembled as I heard her say
"TAKE ANOTHER BITE TOILET, and if you don't chew each bite as
well as you did that first one I will torture you with this shocker well
beyond your wildest imagination." There was no alternative but to
obey. When I was half-through with my service she took the large baby
bottle, squatted down and placed it between her lips. Soon the sound of
her hot wine filling it up was heard. She stood up and replaced the
nipple on the top of the bottle. Once I had swallowed the last of her
gratuity, she said "Tilt your head back and close your eyes." Once I
had, she placed the nipple into my mouth and said "Hold onto this, but
don't open your eyes or move your head until it is empty. Suck it dry,
washing your mouth and throat out with it as you swallow." Once it
was empty, I removed the bottle from my mouth and lowered my head.
The younger of the girls who had escorted me into the house was the
only one still there. I begged her to release me, tears streaming from my
eyes as I begged and pleaded with her for my emancipation. She coldly
told me that she had no intention of releasing me, and couldn't even if
she wanted to. She informed me that the only lady who had a key to the
lock on my collar was the whipmistress. "You don't understand, do
you?" she said, "You were brought here to learn how to serve and you
will NOT be released until you have completed the training. You will
NEVER eat anything else while you are here. This is only the
beginning, in time you WILL learn to accept your place here." She
picked up the shocker, then said "Get your plate Toilet, I have
something for you." Then she turned around, hiked her skirt and
squatted over the plate I was holding so obediently. . .