Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 125 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break. Her first month in Los Angeles quickly showed her how difficult it would be to achieve that goal. As she walked out of her fifth agency after an even more abrupt turndown, she knew she would have to spend some time and a lot of money to establish a legitimate name in the business. She sat in her car and looked at the flyer from a headshot studio. $1,000 for good pictures. She sat back and thought about the acting classes at UCLA. Corey needed money, and a lot of it. As she pulled into her driveway and got out, she ran into her neighbor. Cindy was about the same age, young and beautiful. She never seemed to need money and drove an expensive car to prove it. Corey smiled as they met at the walkway. "Hi, Cindy," Corey said. "Can I ask you a question?" Cindy beckoned her neighbor into her downstairs apartment. "Sure, Corey. Been looking for new headshots," she asked as she set the groceries down on the counter. "Yeah, just another thing in the long list of expenses. I need money," Corey said, desperation filling her eyes. "I don’t mean to be forward, but you always seem to have plenty of money. How do you do it?" Cindy smiled and hesitated. Obviously the answer was something deeply private. But she only needed to look into her neighbor’s eyes to see that this girl needed help. "I’m afraid I might shock you with the answer, Corey." She took a seat beside her on the couch, trying to judge just how much to tell her. "I’ve been working for an escort agency. They pay well if you are willing to ‘cooperate’, if you know what I mean." Obviously, she didn’t know. "Look, Cindy. I’m pretty desperate here. I came out to L.A. with some savings but I’ve pretty much burned through it. If I don’t get some type of job soon I won’t make rent, much less have money to pursue my acting. On top of that, I need to spend about $10,000 for acting classes and headshots." Cindy could see the desperation in Corey’s eyes. "Ok, I’ll let you in on this. But you cannot tell anybody, even if it upsets you," Cindy looked hard into her friend’s eyes. "Can I trust you?" "Yes, I promise." Cindy stood up and retrieved an L.A. Xpress magazine, a local listing of adult services, from the coffee table. She flipped to a back page to a large ad for an escort agency. It advertised young ladies for companionship. "This is the agency I do work with. It’s usually part-time and I can chose when to work. I make anywhere from $75 to $150 a date, which can last for three hours." "That doesn’t sound like much," Corey murmured as she examined the ad. "Well, it’s a start," again she tried to judge the level her friend was willing to go for. "That base rate is the least involved date possible." "How can I earn more?" "Corey, I’m not sure you’re ready for anything else. It can get pretty rough out there." Corey looked her friend in the eye with a stern set. "I need to make money. I’ve had sex before, if that’s what it takes." Cindy smiled and patted her hand. "Ok, I’ll set up an interview." Corey smoothed her dress as she waited outside the door. Her first assignment had been this house somewhere in the Palisades. She reexamined the short silk dress she had chosen for the night. Her breasts stood out nicely against the smooth material, her semi-hard nipples poking nicely forward. She knew she looked strikingly beautiful, with her blonde hair hanging seductively to the middle of her bare back. It took only a few moments before the door was opened, revealing a handsome man. He beckoned her in with a wave as she examined him. Handsome, about 35, he had the good looks and gentle smile of a wonderful first client. After a few pleasantries, she was led toward the living room. Corey allowed him to slip the thin straps off her shoulders, letting the dress drop from her body. Only her garter belt, hose and a lacy G-string clung to her body. Her firm, round breasts offset her thin waist. Her client beckoned her to kneel in front of him and she immediately unzipped his fly, pulling out his hard penis. She began licking carefully as his hands rested on the back of her head. By the fifth client, Corey was getting impatient. She was making money, but to date only $800 sat in the bank. The school year was approaching and the agencies would only wait so long before moving on to the next young beauty. She sat down with Cindy during lunch and expressed her concern. "It’s not fast enough, Cindy. Can I make any more money at this?" "Well, the only way you can is by providing certain fetishes. The more extreme you are willing to go for, the more it pays." "Like what are we talking about? Dressing up in some leather and spanking old men?" "That’s cheap. I’m talking about getting tied up and letting men spank and whip you. It can get pretty rough, but it pays very well." "How much?" "Well, at the lowest level, where you simply get spanked, you make $300 a session." Corey seemed disappointed. "Of course, if you’re willing to go much farther, you can make up to $2,000 a session, or more." Corey’s eyes lit up at the mention of that much money. "Ok, say I wanted to get $2000. What would I have to do?" "Well, first it usually is an all night thing. You would usually report to a house or private dungeon and stay there until late morning." "Big deal. But what would I have to do?" Corey was almost too eager, but Cindy knew if she didn’t tell her, she would go to management and never get the real story. The owner of the escort agency was always looking for girls who where willing to go to this level. Most where too afraid to even ask. "Have you ever been tied up before?" "Sure. I had a boyfriend who would tie me to the bed for sex. No big deal." Cindy laughed. "No, Corey. This isn’t playing with a boyfriend. These guys are going to be really rough with you." "I can take it." "Can you take being covered in thick latex from head to toe, a rubber ball stuffed into your mouth and your arms bound behind you so tight that your elbows touch?" She could see that this wasn’t what Corey expected. Never a better time to scare her away from it. "These guys will suspend you by the wrists then whip you until your body is covered with welts. Sure, they can’t actually damage you permanently, but some tortures can be hidden. I had one friend who went for this stuff. She was forced, one evening, to balance herself on a large dildo shoved up her ass while she had her breasts whipped with a leather tarse. That’s the kind of thing to expect, and worse." Corey was silent as she tried to make sense of this bizarre scene. Cindy was almost angry. She knew that this 22 year old could hardly make decisions like this for herself. She had seen it happen to others and she didn’t want her friend to fall through the same hole. But Corey’s face re-hardened. "I’m willing to try it. At least I can do it a few times then quit when I have enough money." Cindy could only shake her head. "It’s not that easy, Corey." For the first time, Corey was scared. Her first night as a sex slave had started ok. She had shown up at a large mansion where she was escorted inside. The young maid led her into a side room where she was asked to strip. As she slipped out of her clothes, Corey examined the girl beside her. She appeared to be barely 19 herself. She was brunette, with a beautiful figure and long, lean legs. Her calves where enhanced by the six inch heeled pumps she wore on her feet. Corey was intrigued by the thin latex dress the girl wore. Stretched across her chest and just over her butt, the material seemed to be part of her skin. Once undressed, the maid slipped behind Corey and pulled her arms back behind her back. She could feel the cool leather strap circle her elbows and they where slowly drawn together. She gasped at the last few inches, her shoulders pulled back harshly and her breasts pushed forward, but the maid did not stop until her elbows where firmly strapped together. A similar strap held her wrists together as well. Next, a thick leather collar was placed around her neck and locked into position. She wanted to complain it was too tight, but she had been warned not to speak without permission. She could feel the maid’s hand on top of her head, encouraging her to tilt her chin up. A large, red rubber ball was pressed against her teeth and forced between them. The ball was far too large to fit between her jaw, but the maid persisted until the rubber flexed just enough to fit inside. Corey could feel the ball pressing against the top of her mouth and forcing her tongue against the bottom. She nearly choked on the rubber as her eyes teared up from the incredible strain on her jaws. While she adjusted to the pain, the maid turned her blonde hair into a pony tail. Once finished, Corey could feel something dangling from the end of her hair. But as she tried to look, struggling to lower head with the wide collar, she was pushed back onto a short stool. The maid examined her feet and chose a set of shoes from the closet. Corey tried to complain as she caught sight of the ballet boots, knowing she had little chance of walking in them. But no sound escaped her throat and the maid lifted one, then the other foot and strapped on the torturous shoes. A short six inch chain connected to rings on each boot, holding her pointed feet close together. A short leash connected to her collar and the maid pulled her up. As Corey’s weight rested on her toes, she could feel her feet being crushed by the pointed end of the thick rubber boots. She tried to fight, determined to sit back down, but the maid forcefully pulled Corey forward on her toes and led her out of the room. By the time they made their way to the living room, tears of pain streamed down Corey’s face. Each step crushed her toes further and her shoulders had begun a slow ache. For a moment, during the painful walk, she had caught sight of herself in a large mirror. She was impressed by the sight, her pussy dampening as she stared at the captured amazon in the mirror. She was impressive with the toe shoes, her legs practically sculpted. Her arm bondage pushed her already impressive breasts out further. She could now see a thin leather strap laced into her ponytail, dangling just between her ass cheeks, but she had no time to figure it out. Finally they entered the main room, where a group of well dressed men where waiting. She was led to the center of the room where a chain hung from the ceiling. A small clamp was connected to the end of the chain, which the maid slipped into Corey’s nostrils, clamping it onto her septum. The last few turns drew a scream of pain from the slave girl, but the gag muffled the sound. The maid pressed a small button on the wall, drawing up the slack until Corey’s head turned up. She had little choice but to stand there. Her feet shrieked in pain from there torture but her septum could not handle much pressure either. New tears poured down her cheeks. "Gentleman, this is Corey," the oldest of the men spoke from behind her. "You will notice her virgin skin. She has never felt the sting of a whip. Tonight we will indoctrinate her." Corey shivered in fear at his voice, struggling to see the men around her. She could suddenly feel hands across her body as they began caressing her skin. Fingers pinched her hard nipples while others pressed into her pussy and ass. She gasped at this intrusion, but could do little to complain. After some time, the hands left. The nose chain was released and she was led toward a new room. The dungeon was dark and foreboding. It’s stone walls covered with implements of torture. She was led to the middle of the room where her arms where unbound and attached to two chains hanging from the ceiling. The slack was slowly removed from them until her arms where pulled taught and apart over her head. Chains connected to her toe shoes began pulling her feet apart, the chain holding them together removed, until she was hanging from her wrists. She was now stretched wide in the room, unable to see more than a few feet in front of her. A smooth layer of sweat covered her body as she waited in anticipation for what came next. She could see a man, just in the shadows, take position in front of her. The sounds of another man could be heard behind her. Suddenly, two whips lashed out and struck her chest and back simultaneously. Corey jerked in pain from the blow. She looked down to see a wide red welt stretching from her left breast across to her right side. Without warning, another blow placed a new welt across her right breast. The pain burned into her soul and new tears burst from her eyes. She felt dizzy from the pain as this new torture was forced upon her. She tried to struggle away, but the chains held fast. Her voice screamed in pain, but the huge gag stopped all sounds. As more and more strokes fell across her body she knew that this was not the worst. She would be in this house all night. "After the whipping, I was strapped to a low, long pad. My arms where tied behind me again and my legs where spread wide." Corey continued as she tried to find a comfortable position to sit. Her ass was a series of red welts. But Cindy had asked so she was going to hear. "They tied me to this thing so I was sort of on my knees but bent over too. That strap in my hair was connected to my elbow strap and pulled back so my face was held forward. I think I must have swallowed a gallon of cum that way, not to mention how many times I was fucked in the ass and pussy." "It must have been horrible," Cindy cried, trying to comfort her neighbor. "I told you these guys would be rough." "Well, I really had no idea. I guess I won’t be wearing a bikini for a few weeks!" She laughed for the first time and Cindy joined in. "So you’ve gotten this out of your system, I hope," Cindy asked. "I don’t know, Cindy," Corey appeared thoughtful, "It was terrifying and painful, but I made $3,000 that night. That’s hard to beat, no pun intended." "You’ve got to be kidding! It was pure torture and you might go back for more?" "I figure I can stand it a couple more times. By then I’ll have enough money to get back on my feet." "You’re crazy." "No, just sore." The owner called Corey into his office for the first time. They had only spoken briefly after she got hired, and once before she went to the dungeon house for the first time. Since then she had been sent on some easy jobs. One guy had put her into a hog-tie and watched an Outer Limits marathon all night. Another had put her in a discipline hood, complete with ear plugs and gag. Corey’s arms where bound behind her. A spreader bar was strapped between her knees and her ankles where tied together. A strap from the top of the hood was pulled to tie to her ankles. She was bent backwards harshly but she had no choice, since the only connection she had with the outer world was the two breathing tubes stuck up her nose. The guy then spent the night whipping her pussy. Though the discipline hood was scary, Corey quickly became aroused by both the bondage and the pussy whipping. She knew she was changing, starting to enjoy the scene, but she was still driven by money. She knocked on the door and entered the office. "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Yes, Corey. Please come in," he gestured to a seat and closed the door behind her. "I’ve been impressed with your interest in the S&M scene. All your clients have expressed extreme pleasure with you." "Thank you, sir," Corey blushed. "No, it’s you I must thank. But I have a proposition for you." "Yes?" "Do you remember the first house you went to for an S&M client?" Corey shuddered at the memory. "Yes, I do." "Well, that client has requested you again, but under a set of particular circumstances." "I’m not sure I would care to see that client again, Mr. Stanley." Corey was afraid of him and his friends, though she couldn’t explain the stirring she felt in her pussy. "Well, let me tell you what he has in mind. First of all, let me tell you how much he is willing to pay you." "I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m interested." "He will pay you $200,000." Corey sat in shock. What could possibly be the point of paying her so much money? She knew immediately she would consider almost anything for that sum. The money would take her far beyond her immediate needs. She would be able to pursue real acting without the distraction of a regular job. It was more money than she could possibly imagine. "What does he want for that money?" Mr. Stanley cleared his throat. "Well, apparently this client was rather enamored with you. He wants to hire you for a two month period. During this time you will be his personal slave. You must understand that the only restrictions he will have on you is not to cause any permanent markings on you. Beyond that, he will insist on no limits. You will have no safeword and must obey him completely or bear his chosen punishment. You will be available to him sexually, and pleasure any other person, man or woman, he sees fit." Corey was speechless. Though she was immediately afraid, she knew she would never get another chance of seeing that kind of money again. She could still feel that lash marks on her breasts, though the outer marks had longs since faded. Her eyes rose to meet Mr. Stanley’s. "Ok, I agree." Three weeks had passed and Corey was beginning to forget what it was like to be without pain. She sat quietly, as she was trained, at the feet of her master while he read his book. The carpet was soft on her knees, a sharp contrast to the cool, hard stone floor of her small cell in the dungeon. For now, though, she was on her knees in the living room, her head bowed as she quietly thought of the past few weeks. She sat as trained, her knees spread wide, her back straight as possible. Her arms had been bound nearly continually from the moment of her arrival. Just recently, her wrist had been forced up beyond the small of her back until the steel cuffs around them could be bolted to the back of her steel collar. The pain was even more excruciating when a steel band was placed around her elbows and they where pulled together as well. Her shoulders where pulled back hard and her arms where now in a reverse prayer, rigid rivets holding them in place, rather than the more flexible, and less permanent, leather straps. Her master preferred this since it provided access to her back for the whips. With her head bowed, she could just see the thick ring that had been pierced through her clit. Her nipple piercings where more visible. A thick steel ring had been placed behind her nipple, with a second piercing placed through the middle of her nipple and filled with a steel rod. She could feel the ring in her septum as well as the rubber coated metal plates on either side of her septum, providing a firm hold for the ring. Her master had nearly hung her from this ring a number of times. Her tongue had been pierced as well, but rather than a ring, he had placed a grommet in her tongue. This provided more flexibility when he was feeling particularly creative. She had spent nearly an entire night with her tongue grommet connected to another slave girl’s clit ring, forced to bring her to orgasm over and over. She could still feel the custom ballet shoes on her feet. Unlike the first set she had worn, these had been custom made of rubber. Straps held them on like permanent fixtures. The toes where much sharper as well, forcing her toes into the point with vicious precision. She had worn these since the first day and knew she would wear them to the last. She could still see various markings on her body from the weeks of punishment. There where the marks on her breasts from the caning he had given them a few days ago. Her shaved pussy was still red from the heavy strapping he had applied that morning. She wore a latex G string that was a V in the front, connecting just past her clit ring, holding in two blowup dildoes. Both had been expanded to three times their size, with the ass dildo stretching her wider than every before.