Her instructions had been quite explicit, to exit the bus and walk down Fortuna
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 sent to me.  As she had commanded, 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 notified me to find the
car the key went to, open the trunk, get in and close it behind me, 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, covered my
face with the painted over divers mask I found lying there as she had ordered,
laid down inside and slowly pulled the lid shut.  As the lock clicked tight I
panicked, and wanted to scream out, but I was so terrified that I could- n't
utter a sound.  I laid there frightened over 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 license
plates being placed on the vehicle.  Final- ly, I heard the drivers door open and
close.  The engine roared to life, and the auto began to move through the alley
as I heard a woman's voice state unsympathetically "We're glad you came slave."
For about two hours we traveled along freeways and winding roads until we arrived
at our destina- tion.  When the vehicle stopped, except for the sound of
crickets, there was complete silence.  The 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 she and two other women pulled me from the trunk and stood me on my
feet.  The two women proceeded to lead 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 it driving away.

Once in 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 hand- cuffs, and I was
told to remove the mask.  I found myself in a very large, windowless, dank
basement.  It was dark except for a candle burning in the corner where I had been
brought.  Before I could familiarize myself with the new surroundings, I was told
to remove my clothes.  It was quite humil- iating to see that the "women" who
were attending to me were in fact young girls, about twenty years of age.  As I
was removing 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 to not move them for any reason.  She ordered me 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 with 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 unceremo- niously.  "Did that hurt?" she
asked, as the other girl moved around behind me.  I was too scared 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 face.  I was
powerless to escape from the fetters.  I once again bowed my head and began to
tremble in anticipation of the humiliation and chagrin 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, as she positioned herself in front of me.  When I did look
up, she was wearing the dildo, tying her flowing hair back as the other girl
rubbed lubricant on the head and shaft of her peren- nial erection.  It was
strapped firmly onto her vibrant, athletic body.

I began to proffer pleadings, but was too scared to make any sense. "You deserve
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 on 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 hold of the 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 with cuffs, leaving my feet suspended in mid-air.  Perched in this "doggie
style" position, I was helplessly vulnerable.  "You are here until you learn to
obey unerringly and without hesitation" she specified.  The other young girl then
retrieved 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 the dildo touched my rear orifice. 
She then firmly grasped my hips in her hands and thrust forward powerfully as she
mounted me, driving her stiff, fat, 10" long rubber cock up my virgin hole in one
savage, penetrating stroke.  My eyes bulged, and I let out a muffled whimp- er as
I jerked helplessly about, in a futile attempt to escape her cruel onslaught. 
She continued to unmercifully and energetically hammer me, 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 nine women and
girls standing about, observing my predicament which entertained them.

When the fifth 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 open lock that hung
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, whimpering, and incoherent.  I
was sobbing in delusional agony at the dilemma I was facing.  Then a spreader bar
was lowered from the ceiling, and the whipmistress attached one end of the bar to
one of the ankle cuffs.  She and another woman then forcibly spread my legs
painfully wide as the other ankle cuff was attached to the opposite end of the
lengthy spreader bar, leaving me face down, my feet suspended in the air.  The
whipmistress then began to whip my buttocks freely.  I strug- gled 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 until my ass was covered with stinging, burning
welts.  I could no longer see because tears were flowing  like a river and my
voice was nothing but muffled, whimpering garbles.  The whipping had ceased for
about five 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 positioned me so that I was face up, back on
the floor, with my ankles hanging from the spreader bar.  Then she reached for an
electrical shocker, applied it to my penis and pressed the switch.  My body
convulsed with the agony 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 was driven temporarily insane by this incredible
torture, but there was nothing I could do to thwart her enter- tainment.  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 between
her thumb and forefinger and held the switch on again as she ran the 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 low- ered 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 woman 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 rapidly drip 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 wax
maximize.  Once she had coated the top of my cock- head, she bent my penis back
and dripped the searing hot wax over my glans, enjoying the trauma she was
subjecting me to.

A couple of minutes later the other woman reappeared with a steel plate, baby
bottle and a riding crop.  She removed the gag from my mouth, released my ankles
from the spreader bar, then 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.  "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, 12 inch 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 strug- gled against my wrist
restraints to gently separate her cheeks so I could lick her butthole clean. 
Then I released her cheeks and bowed my head as she stood up and dropped her
skirt.  She turned around, then I felt the sharp sting of the crop against my
left cheek 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 as she asked, "Why didn't
you suck 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 retorted, afraid to say another word as the other women stood
there giggling to themselves.  "Hold that plate in your hands" she ordered.  I
struggled to lean over and pick it up without fur- ther 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 trem- bled 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 pee 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 onto 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 es- corted 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. . .